A single spark
From striking blades
On some battlefield
Distant;
In both space and time
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A single spark
From striking blades
On some battlefield
Distant;
In both space and time
In space, no one can hear you
Lean
Beef patties pressed on a
Machine
Based learning algorithms and
Schemes
And this bass when it drops well you know it’s
Obscene
And you recognise his
Face
‘Cause you’ve seen it in
Dreams
And you’re starting to
Think
This might be exactly what you
Need
To replace what remains of
Who
You used to be
I don’t write rhymes
I write wrongs
These aren’t just poems
These are songs
These ain’t just songs
These are psalms
Someone better psalm the alarm
And the crowd gonna raise up they arms
As they worship the latest Messiah
These words branding your soul like a fire
These words branding your soul as a fighter
Already your burdens begin to feel lighter
Now his words are all that you require
Within reach now is all you desire
Everyone else now just seems like a liar
Everyone else is a psychic vampire
Happy little worker bee,
Working for the colony,
Making honey for a Queen,
That you’ve never even seen.
Someone speaks in the distance
It sounds like my mum’s voice
It’s not my mum’s voice
She’s dead
as i walk past random houses
i can’t help but wonder
if there is anybody trapped inside
there is beauty
in a fleeting beam
of sunlight
as it wanes
and night sounds fill the twilight
wind whispers through the glades
shadows lengthen
wearily
as they to lay down to rest
Fuck I’m so sad
Tiny flame dwindling
Like a frown at the edge of space-time
On the ledge of space-time
Where I can see the whole universe
Arranged in columns of stars
And light sparks between clouds
Of nebulous gas
Giving rise to creation
Creating this feeling
Of divine isolation
In the cold and the dark
Where the orbs spin
And distant flames dwindle
And twinkle
As though it’s the same thing
The sane thing
To be distracted by light
Like moths swarming a bulb
Seeking warmth / Seeking death
In the sizzling caress
Of the flame and the glass
Like a glass window pane
The pain is ingrained in me
It goes on and on
Like some old song
Cobbled together
From all I’ve done wrong
And from old nursery rhymes
Rhyming slang / Guitar twang
The phone rang
In my memories like a harpy
Yet I cannot sink
Cannot think
In this darkness
In
This
Abyss
Unmoving
A bubble escapes from my lips
As I gasp
What is this?
My body suspended
In a body of water
Suspended in space
My heart’s starting to race
And my thoughts can’t keep pace
With the weight of disgrace
And my shoes are unlaced
What I’m trying to say is
I’m trying to stay
Grounded
On the earth
And its tectonic plates
Rocky pinnacle untouched
And ever unseen
So remains like a dream
Long forgotten
Long turned rotten
In the back of my mind
Like a miner
Pickaxe striking at
My amygdala
Wounded snake
Driven mad
Rising up now and biting
Not because I am angry
But because I am frightened
Of men and their nets
And the battles they’re fighting
Lightning upon the plains
Scorches whole fields with blame
I’m so lame
I’m so lame
And fuck I’m so scared
Wish I’d been prepared
For this
all we love
and all we are
will quickly pass away
“the void! the void!”
i shout it out
they do not shout
because they are afraid
“the void! the void!”
fills up our sky
our minds
our hearts
yet for so long as we exist
we are a voice against that void
however ineffectual
we are something brilliant sparking
they call it “intellectual”
but what point is there of being… intellectual
in a universe like this?
no rhyme, nor reason, justifies why we exist
“anomaly! anomaly!”
that is what humans be
and most are merely bleating sheep
who do not wish to see
and if they saw
that gaping maw
they’d scream
if sheep could scream
and they would wonder “is there more?”
beyond this sight unseen?
“unseen! unseen!”
within a dream
lies all that we have lost
we carry each loss forward
each one bearing its own cost
is it PENNIES sir
or is it POUNDS
or is it EURO DOLLARS
are euro dollars even real?
i think and my rhymes falter,
what is this life?
what is it?
i do not comprehend
i know not where i started
and i know not when it will end
“not yet!” i say
“NOT YET!” i say
there’s things yet to be done
NOT YET becomes my battle cry
like the beating of a drum
NOT YET
NOT YET
NOT YET
NOT YET
i will find a way
to meet the future that approaches
and face the passing of each day
it’s falling from the sky
we’re all gonna die
i don’t know what to do
me either
wanna get high?
(and watch the sky together
come apart in streams of light)
Michael Scott Hand 