WHOM

I’m the smell that lingers in an empty room
I’m the happiness, which leaves a little too soon
I’m the sound of silence, beyond the din
I’m the cold draught that manages to squeeze in
I’m the darkness that overcomes light
I am the seeker, bereft of sight
I’m the writer of this droning tome
I’m the feeling you’re never home
I’m the instigator, of questions of faith
I’m the hunger that will never abate
I’m the joker that no longer speaks
I am the prize, always out of reach
I’m the secret that is never kept
I am the tear you’ve never wept
I’m the feeling you’ve been here before
I am the arrogance that breeds war
I’m the keeper of the things you forget
I am the water that never stays wet
I’m the hole in the pocket of life
I’m the comfort on the edge of a knife
I’m the calm in the eye of a storm
I’m the soul who has yet to be born
I’m the insect you crush with your feet
I am the you, you never meet.

The Aggressive Land

The aggressive land charges the nation
To comply in forming a state
Within or without of tradition
Breeding a faction of hate

Unsuspecting victims of darkening minds
Eyes not prone to vigilance
Haunting winds speed indecision
Creating an apathetic trance

How would it be to imagine
Forming an independent thought
Escape from the parasitic machine
Relying not on false support

In a moment of deepening panic
Shall we dance on the cusp of a fall?
I am sorry for the things I have done
For I am not perfect at all

I may lack direction when pulled inside out
Do you think you know what I feel?
Look into my eyes to observe my shout
I wonder what’s left, that is real

Rip a hole in the sky to release the setting sun
Stand with me if you follow the notion
Endorse the destruction in time to come
Of the immoral blind devotion

Murder my mind by the side of the road
Leave my soul to the wastes
Scatter my honour to the seven winds
In the furthest reaches of space

I’ll be fine having aired my heart
To justify my promised words
Damage sustained collateral in part
Is par for the course I have heard?

The monster hides within us
Reaching from the pit of our mind
Devouring our good intentions
Leaving incivility behind

Pride will tear us both apart
As we seek to detect a truth of our own
If we truly value each others heart
Then we must surely behave as if one

Taking the most from the giving cup
Like the dog with perpetual thirst
Will leave the world with unbalance
Leaving us all destined for hurt

Rather that we were able
To facilitate each other’s needs
Then we’d no longer need to monopolise
This world as we try to succeed

The Eater of Dreams

The fractured shore of reason
Winding through the midst’s of life
Taunts me as I observe, how it meanders to and fro
Preying on those who take for granted, that it will pay heed
For IT is the hunter… not we
Silence will become a breeding ground for doubt
Delinquent in apathetic delight, it will not follow
For reason shall be no slave to man
Yet man is the slave, to all who may illicit reason
Perception is the window, through which we must look
By chance, to catch a glimpse of this rare creature
Though perhaps a lucky few, who may forget their vanity
May find that reason comes upon them?
Should you ever be so honoured?
Pray that reason treats you kindly
For reason is the eater of dreams