Narcissist

 

Narcissist man baby

throws his toys

from the pram again.

"I want… No demand.

That you do as only I say.

It’s the right way.

Everything else is heresy.

I’ll start wars because I can.

It’s my right.

I'll put down my fellow man.

I’ll fight to make you believe

that there is no light.

I will treat those

who don’t agree as inhuman.”

 

Egotistical soundbites

on social media screens.

War cries from

deep in diseased lungs.

Inhuman. No care for anyone

but their own reflection.

Inserting their own fiction

into every story told

to make everyone hate.

To bring about a world so cold.

 

Bully boy, a bellyful of hate.

A bellyache of rage.

Snarling, deranged,

at anyone that

disagrees with him.

Angry at clouds.

Growling at crowds.

Throwing his stones all around

to smash any beauty

that surrounds.

 

Ego driven,

“I am on a mission

to insert myself

into every story,

to become

the verbal flurry of shit

that hits time after time.

I will transmit my message

to everyone around.

I’m the only right.

Everyone else must

fall to the ground

and worship my crown”

 

I just look at the news and

Think, isn’t he looking sad.

All that power, all those lights on him

and the smear of shit over his grin

from rimming the devil again,

and I turn off. Fuck you Trump.

Not on my watch.

 

 

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Storms in Heaven

 

There are storms in heaven.

Great threatening winds wailing

ferociously. The heavens are burning.

Cloven hooves thundering,

clouds beneath churning

as the screams of the suffering

are catching rides upon

the fallen wings of angels.

They pierce the night, ripping reality,

tearing open wormholes

to another sky, to the other side,

before crashing down,

stabbing the earths weakened crust.

feathered stalagmites towering high.

Glistening spires of ice.

Skyscrapers of fallen love.

Everything starts to turn to dust.

Everything starts to die.

 

The old ones are coming.

The old ones are coming.

The old gods are calling.

It all starts falling. The bells are tolling.

The beasts are awakening.

The earth is quaking,

shivering in fear.

The end is behind us.

Somehow we missed it creeping near.

 

They are storming heaven.

They stood patiently in wait,

just needing to be let in.

A welcome. A greeting.

They screeched through the gates

and took their place. The old ones.

The cosmic beings of untold aeons.

Their names can never be translated

to human tongue.

The hum and his minions

were just the scouting party all along.

Silence, devastation and terror await

now the old gods

have come and taken the throne.

 

The warnings were there.

The war on our minds,

the war on our hearts.

Love turned to hate

in the blink of an eye.

The truth turned to lies,

trust slowly died. They stole our hearts

and ransomed our lives.

Then sold the remains of our souls

to those beasts in the skies.

 

 

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January nights

 

The cold bites

on these early

January nights.

The remaining

fairy lights blink

for one last merry show.

Moonlight lands

on the ground

in a prelude of the snow

about to fall all around,

and my breath hangs

in clouds, a foot from my face

before evaporating into the air.

A voyager on a mission to space.

 

I stand in awe.

Watching

as the snow

gradually starts to fall.

A light dust,

like dandelion seeds

drifting slowly downwards.

Forming a crust of ice.

Glittering crystal coats the ground.

In my head a sound

like chimes every time

a stray snowflake lands

delicately at my feet.

For one second

I don’t miss the heat,

I’m so transfixed by the way

the shards land upon the seat,

by the way the air is bleached in white.

Dulling the pigment from the night.

 

The dusting

becomes a flurry

as hurriedly more snow

joins the scouting party.

The air now a speckled blanket

covering every view.

A thin membrane

into a world that we once knew.

Now replaced

by the magic

that drifts in front of you.

The air quiet now

as if all sound has been

sucked dry.

All but the crunch

as you place one foot

onto the clean untouched

canvas that has been laid out.

 

 

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