Author: Dux …

Congruence unfound amidst the overload of propoganda saturated coverage of all that isnt real manufactured outrage on the airways in our daily dose of misdirected meaning and the anguish that we feel lost within the tumuly of corruption we are blinded by the glare of foggy fusion as we struggle to believe double-speak is burbled…

The guy deserves a medal he’s ended seven wars almost single-handedly it’s time for huge applause The Generals were silent with Pentagonic roars can someone nominate the guy he’s such a worthy cause. Everywhere and nowhere we see Peace upon the lands the guy deserves a nobel prize he truly understands he’s just made an…

Meanwhile in the lands of Orwell Doublespeak unspoken loud Ridicule no longer potent Lies uploaded to the cloud. Manufactured sense of outrage Baited clicks with barbs and spikes Building gangs with garbled message Pushing hatred, sharing likes. Escalating heightened tension Anger breathed with every breath Voices violate in vengeance Right is wrong and so is…

They’re eating Apples off the floor I don’t care if they’re feeling poor I think it’s time we went to war And let the apples rot. They’re eating Apples off the floor It’s time we showed them out the door I don’t care if their lands at war Just let the apples rot. They’re eating…

As neither side would give an inch polarity grew stronger The algorithm fed the fire and reasoning got wronger The whopping lies got biggerer to feed the giants hunger Objective truth in tatters – we can trust ourselves no longer. These helter skelter whiles, so full of animus and bile resound with ricochet and ire…

Nights are worried by the knights Words are lost behind the shouting Reasons hide in Black & White Out of phase with inner meanings Discord dancing, shadows dark Troubled waters breach the fountain Brittle kindling finds a spark. Logic twists the wonky headlines Throwing blame towards the hate People seeking easy answers Free the horses,…

Shame on them who profit from The bullets and the bombs On their heads the dirty threads Of sordid goings on Those who make and those who take Decisions to make arms Awaiting their comeuppance In the hall of mirrored harms What goes around will come around To reap what has been sown A manufactured…

Seeds are sown in soil which hungers Longing for the life ahead Needing all that makes us stronger Rising from our infant bed. Without voice our seedlings sing and Dance the song of life itself Needing only that which matters Love is found in common wealth. Sons and daughters finding life as Siblings to our…

Oh come ye sparrows and ye swifts And lift the curse upon this house Relieve the nuisanced bottle blue Support the dangling sticky tapes And feast upon the myriad buzz Of critters from manural heaps. As never before in countless score The micro demons flit around To settle on our surfaces And threaten summers easy…

Another day another howl. Poignant sorrows Pointless arrows All tomorrows Overgrown Boneyard furrows Martyrs below Groundless reasons Truth unknown. Nonsense follows Bullshit swallowed Crimson shadows Casting shade Bloodsoaked pillows Bad bedfellows Rumours follow Poets rage.