Job glut

Job glut

Joy, hope, peace, siblinghood
Having sought fear, hatred and pain
Something’s gone awry inside
Halt! They’re out of control

There’s a hidden perspective
Now being firstly discovered
Revealing a lurking presence
By manipulating photography

Stop, wait, you can’t do that
Skills sublime, yet this melody
A musician flirting with limits
Tradition laughing dictates

None of her passion, his ego
Enters the fortress gates
Without the designated authority
The top cock rules the roost

Awkward, no awakening today
Should have been a composer
Emblazoning lyrical informatics
Into modern musical notation

Broadcasting sounds capable
Of carjacking higher faculties
Brainwashing white hats
Open-source guns for hire.


Distracted by oblivion

Distracted by oblivion

Follow a daily routine
Reinforce held ideas
Develop yoga holds
Invent new apparatus

Evolve one’s brain
Forge higher circuits
Pioneer neural pathways
And admire the gestalt

A resonant inner-harmony
The realm of the known
But yet to be unlocked
By the holder of a key

Cipher holographic life-form
A biological blockchain
Projecting herself into space
Occupying her time

Letting her process run
Modulating behaviour
Then reproducing

With your sperm only
Whilst you were out
Distracted by oblivion
But having ably fixed

Your energy’s frequency
Placing ear to collarbone
A symphony of systems
An organ un-described

Not elsewhere classified
Poorly misunderstood
Evasive under questioning
Now she it unsealed [sic].



Coaxing my subconscious
Into accepting a proto era
Submit, beast! Lie down,
Gatekeeper! Let it all in!

I shift in my environment
Cutting the chance of change
By culling free variables
I no longer target taboos

Feeling persecuted? Trying
To liberate the masses
Hence we are assassinated
The first mind emancipated

Ideas are burned, abridged,
Mutated and redacted.
Until the message is obscured
And generations have passed

Lessons shall be repeated
Experiences revisited
Disinformation discarded
Manipulation uncovered

Diversion undermined
No giants on this causeway
Off the ladder, so small
Hope springs embryonic.