Space Dust

Ultimately, 
The hour is untimely. 
The sun too high, the day already beaten. 
Sean, and coffee, bliss and bacon. 
Don’t you be making the same mistakes I been making, Fool! 
Thought you were retired not retard, sorry I been mistaken. 
Elocution lesson and maths equations �" no school for reality, philosophy, environmental education. 
No. Think for yourself, question the system, just listen to the whoppers the war pigs been sprouting! Then… 
Open eyes and turnabout, on the spot, I’ve no doubt, you’ll be caught, if you try, then you’ll fight, then you’ll die, for no purpose at all �" irrelevant writings on the wall.  It’s a farce, it’s a lie �" mama I don’t wanna die, I don’t want to go insane, don’t want drugs to kill the pain, don’t want drugs to kill my brain listen! I’ll explain again…

Pause, Stop. Refrain. 
Education is a lie, politicians are a lie, 
Medications make you die; war and conflicts are a lie. 
Cancellations bring remorse because of half-baked alibis and if I follow blind and stupid I’ll die I’ll die I’ll die.

Blind faith in media chains, fries and coke with ‘News of Day’ 
Information obsession overload will dampen and decay 
Any sense of morality you had before your mind was fatally frayed.
But you will 
Believe what they say or turn around NOW and walk away. 
Cynics, loons and doubters won’t get chance to have their say. 
Today, or any other day �" not meaning to complain 
But I would like to explain how I feel �" 
Hollow and Surreal! And disregarded by the day 
As if I were unreal. Seen but not heard, autistic infant enraged! 
If you focus on Kardashian a*s you can make negativity dissipate �"

Broken Heart? Tick gone 
Lost your house? Don’t worry move on… 
World at war? Yeah, mum mentioned on the phone 
Didn’t quite believe it til I sat and thought awhile alone.   
Starving kids? Throw ‘em a bone! 
Nothing much matters in Murdoch’s erogenous zone. 
Us not them til it’s on our doorstep, if you drop that bomb F**k you! I’ll take my ball and go home!

I wanna stay in bed with you and black out the day 
And pretend this chunk of fucked up space dust will be ok. 
It’s not time for colour to drizzle and fade so Ill paint your sky bright with colour and shade 
Ill chase the grey away and cancel the death march parade.

Coffee, bliss and bacon with Sean 
Silence a little too stark in the dawn. 
I mourn, but can’t recover, thought I had before the storm. 
Don’t worry, you and I will see the end as one, 
Arms entangled and truth reformed.

Reviews

[Haley Wilson]

I can imagine this being part of a song or a movie. It's beautiful.

[Jayne Disdaine]

Thank you so much. I like this one and I love that u think it beautiful.

[JD Jessop]

Cancellations bring remorse because of half-baked alibis = Brilliant

Great Job here!

[Jayne Disdaine]

I appreciate the positive feedback from a writer that I admire and have enjoyed. :)

[JD Jessop]

Well now, I appreciate the compliments ;) Keep writing my friend

[Skai Rain]

An amazing poem that is just so easily relatable. Thank you for sharing!

[Hutch]

away past Wow! i feel like I'm there! where feeling and writing merge as one!