This is a selection of my poetry written between 2010 through 2015.
Quarantine ~ 2010
filtering its way through my veins
it's slowly draining my life away
a positive strain has taken hold
selecting a new victim from the fold
they continue herding us around like sheep
keeping us afraid of catching the damn disease
please stay away, I think I'm contagious
didn't know DNA could be so dangerous
I'm not waiting for someone to save us
not when everyone thinks we're contagious
straining to survive by staying awake
I'm finding it harder each passing day
my cells are losing the fight for control
how can I be so young and still feel this old
deep down I know I just need some sleep
I don’t want this to be the death of me
please stay away, I think I'm contagious
didn't know DNA could be so dangerous
I'm not waiting for someone to save us
not when everyone thinks we're contagious
this is a self-inflicted quarantine
I've got to stop this from spreading
this is a self-inflicted quarantine
I don't think you want my disease
Mind Of A Machine ~ 2010
with a push of a switch
the circuit's alive
and in no time
its mimicking life
what if they tried
to destroy us all
would you stand by
when the world falls
bionic lasers
destroyed the skies
the world's dissolving
as freedom dies
and as the blood
drips in your eyes
who will be left
to survive
we've crossed the line -
there's no turning back
science was proven
time we face the facts
organic guns
spreading silent death
all those implants
won't help you forget
we were the masters
now we are the slaves
the future's staring us
right in the face
and as the blood
drips from your chest
a silicon heart
is all you'll have left
it’s all in the mind of a machine
Digital Age ~ 2011 (revised 2018)
they crammed a chip inside his brain
shadowing every move he makes
it's the easiest way to keep him safe
they etched a circuit in her eyes
spying on everything she hides
to illuminate the darkness inside
welcome to the victims of the digital age
where everyone clicks on their few seconds of fame
but how long before the data's replaced
and we all get burned on the front-page
they steal our thoughts and sell our dreams
transforming our lives into things obscene
fueling our lust for things we don't need
all hail the heretics of the digital age
here every troll has a few seconds onstage
a tiny flame that just flashes and fades
now - please - let your minds erase
Tied To A String ~ 2010
I feel like a balloon, tied to a string
Simple, hollow and carefree
With the wind gently pushing my face
I'm cautiously bobbing away
Far from the war down on the ground
Gaining new perspective in the clouds
I guess we'd all really like to know
Which direction the wind will blow
Personally, I'd feel much better
If I were drifting towards warmer weather
Still - I feel like a balloon, clutching a string
Lost, shallow and leaking
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