The spoken word on our beautiful generation

Do i feel strongly,
About anything?
Nothing, nothing nothing
Not even strongly about this word
Repeating, singing repeating
for the sake of a cause I can no longer remember,
No longer care about anything but December
Why? Why?
It’s my birthday, that’s why?
Am i arrogant, selfish, conceited, like a teenage girl
Don’t care again, again
This I ask eveytime
You ask me anything
I have embraced the modern pop culture
Of not caring, of not giving a damn
Of not giving any fucks, of ain’t having no jam
Don’t care, did I say it already?
Well who cares?
Apparently no one
We’re a mass movement of anarchy
Of lost history and geography
born from fear, capitalism and a state of democracy
Is it democracy?
The lines are all blurring,
even my speech is s l u r r i n g
What an excellent way to show
I don’t care,
I dont care
I’ll be on my way
Going along a road, that has been well formed by the million footsteps that preceded me.
The long road not taken is
overrated, overrated
Hop on this bandwagon
We’re all sheeps of the same fleece
Raze us, graze us
We eat the same weeds, the same grass
Fiber, moral fiber. what is that?
We understand money,
Bitcoins, dollars and cash,
blank cheques and pots of gold,
There’s nothing here
the soul long sold
Don’t care, don’t care
empty flesh, empty heart
This is our end, and this is our start
We’re walled minds for humanity’s sake
We roll, smoke, snort and bake
Rotting skin and pink entrails
daddy’s dying in metal jail
Who cares?
None of us do,
We’re the blossoming generation
of a dying world.


Glutton for punishment


In the days of separation
That felt like years to me
I only dreamt of your smile
Your soft words unto me
I daydreamed of your touch
And the colour of your eyes
And words from a honey pot
That hid all your lies
I didn’t think much of the pinches
The angry red welts on my skin
Nothing of the dishonour
The shameful insult of my kin
I gladly forgot the hours
Of mind numbing despair
The minutes when looking into the mirror
all I did was stare
Not even a penny to the words
That speared through my bones
The burning sharp insults
That felt like hurled stones

So if you come back
And destroy me entirely
I won’t blame you
My soul it would seem
Is a glutton for your punishment

Loved too much


Wrapped in parcels of paper
Tied with a thread
Letters just collect dust
I keep you in my heart instead

The syllables in your names
My lips won’t feel
Forbidden these moments
Are all I can steal

Call me a thief
But call me not a liar
I may’ve stolen these moments
But they’re all I’ve ever had, sire

In adorning silver ink
Your name I’ve written
How I wish this weren’t love
How I wish I were just smitten

But my soul steadily unravels
Under your silken touch
And I fear my heart shall break
For I’ve loved too much.

What I do

Oh, I love you darling ..
In a way few things can be loved
Like you’re the last breath I’ll ever breathe
Like you’re the last tendril of rope
Saving me from a cliff

Oh I crave for you darling
In a way only the heart can
Like you’re the last dose
For a raving addict
Like you’re the last chapter
for a bibliophile

And ah!  I lust for you darling
No milder than the raging infernos
Consuming all and none in its wake
I lust for you in a way
More sinful than lucifer himself

You’re it for me darling
You’re It…