Author: Dux …

A cupboard full of skeletons awaits a quiet morn where justice can avail itself of widespread public scorn, where clarity can manifest the robes of justice worn and those who pleasured guiltily pay penance for their porn. In days to come in courtrooms full may retribution spawn comeuppance to the demons who in earthly form…

Kaboomboom Bang To sing a song of Persia, a pocket full of lies Four and twenty F-Tens raping the skies Dropping down their payloads anywhere the choose Following a tainted wish to satisfy the jews. The king was in his counting house, counting up his bombs Arabs in the country, wishing he was gone Children…

Come to my funeral, if you can Remember the man that you knew Remember his hopes, his manner and tropes, The things he believed that were true. Come to me funeral, if you wish Say a prayer for the soul that was mine Raise a toast, shed a tear, watch the ghost disappear On his…

Trigger warning. There but for fortune – the sadness of a story. In a space of raging toxic fear and the scent of drunken unloved beer and the sense that darkness lingers here, see the path to the shameful manosphere. For a lad whose dad showed distant love to a fist in a twist in…

n the battlefield of propaganda Truth and lies are spun In thickened fog the cats chase dogs and the war is almost won. In the twisted world of slopaganda A.I. takes the stage Fulfilling fake agendas baiting clicks, enlarging rage. In the orange world of stropaganda Insults daily thrown Decapitated logic From a mind where…

Thoughts collide inside my mind and struggle to find order, Prices rise with no surprise with lies becoming broader. A global scaling epic fail with tantamounts unequal we bear the costs of pockets lost, await the rockets sequel. As escalating tensions rise we feel the shock and plunder In middle eastern failing peace we scratch…

An hour lost in circumstances, certainty agreed, Anachronistic rituals Biannual in deed. From GMT to BST we lost an hour in bed And need to readjust our whiles to hold a common thread. The tapestry we weave as one awaits the warp and weft, The spinning wheel of all we feel with fingers numb or…

We bandage our souls and we hold onto hope Prevail in our poetry, find ways to cope Search for the places where sanity dwells And march in our many with stories to tell. The rise of the Right full of wrongness and hate The lies in disguise and the twisting of fate In troubled enfoldings…

Doubtful and Duplicitous – in bafflement we ride upon the waves of discontent with travesty implied, in whelming propaganda we allow the truth to hide and find ourselves dependent on such things we know as lies. We edge towards uncertainty and feel it in our souls towards a place of sorrow with a knowledge full…

impunity allows the rule of law to be ignored comeuppance in abeyance, moral reason unabjured as justice sits in silence we bear witness and accord to trespasses & flagrant lies as honesty is whored.