Hive Mind XxxX VIII

Waylaid,

    Forefather clandestine manifest false rules of greed's petty inhumane fate over the destiny of so very many half lives roaming quasi ship vacant and stray, State of the vacant lost eternal harbinger of silence, Plague dread ghost flag mental fog ship naught a living memory scene recollected save via a white oblique foreign existence threat of solitude accumulating an exo-silence-skeleton shell over the stained regret ethereal grey discoloured shape of a life being nether swallowed into forever's loss.

In earnest anticipation of

Hive Mind XxxX VI

Climbing cobwebs,

     Thought spider woven cataracts writing black eight digit eyes white tumour blind despite pondering riddles over sleepy clan hollow destined manifestations of an arrow to the heart notched depression of a foreshadowed incursion of ill harboured dread forever yet naught of illicit controlled fate debt.

In earnest anticipation of,

Fractured Psalm

How many Psalms

However dim & fractured

Does it take to screw in a 'God?'

Whose convictions will be the abnormality

You carry like a witness before the tomb of death

Forever naked like truth spoken in the moral trenches

Where the audience of SandCastle Earth watches

A toxic harbour awaiting another ill will fall

As the lidless imaginary citizens ponder

Over a dais of gold instead of hope

Preying upon foreign children

Trafficked lives or goods

How pathetic a killjoy

Equivalence Psalm

Black sheep

Wish

In earnest anticipation of,

(Another Spoken Word Poem Make on the Street)