Will it ever be the same again?

I only remember the nights from my youth, brain blanked daylight as an unfathomable force, sending signals to future me in Morse.

Now the sunlight burns my eyes, igniting the vision of wreckage I left on the sea, then all becomes clear the need to flee.

So time to take to the skies in a stolen Cessna, five hundred foot level ignoring ground control, shoot me now F16 … I’ve lost my soul.

D Nov 2017


    They whisper in my ear, shaking my fragile sanity, siren calling my name, pointing out my egos vanity. I see shadows where there are none, they said these pills would put out the sun.

    Maybe it’s my lineage, a family of narcissistic self interested tribe, I had always tried to hide, from them … Their duty, their attacks on my mind.

    How fragile the soul, shored up with tinderstick beleif, but as I hold back a tear from the chaos, your image brings relief. A safe harbor from an impending typhoon, your heart, your breath, your lifes calming tune.

    D Jun 2017

    Me and the nuclear power stations

    One cold winter night I lay in bed, waiting for my digital mistress to rouse me from my night dream, her voice wailed like static over radio, I waited to listen to every word she said.

    Suddenly I was wires and sockets, then cables in the street, then overhead pylons to a strange place where we would meet.

    Amongst the steam towers of a nuclear power station we danced, and she said ‘I give you this all the way from France.’

    I shuddered in bed as the current from all around electrified my body, blue sparks embraced me, and lifted me from the bed, only to come crashing down with me and a mind blown head.

    Off course no one believed me, that I had met her in the national grid, instead they opened my head like a lid, and tried to erase what she did.

    But my tulpa, is out there still and I hear her humming in the electrics, sending thoughts of quiet and lulling my will.

    D April 2017


    We once were great,


    Come meet you fate,


    Out if time,

    End if the line,

    Feeling fine?

    Subsonic sublime.

    Echoes and wraths,

    Erase our paths,

    You do the math,

    Dropped the radio in the bath.

    Look what you’ve gone and done,

    Left us stranded, no game to be won.

    Crazy, crazy, crazy mind melted,

    You’ll be the gods most hated.

    D March 2017

    Mind Control

    I broke the speed of light, sorry it was an accident, do you have insurance?

    On the same day I stopped time, but that’s fine, I don’t need any reassurance.

    The day after you locked me up but I’m not sure why. I could smash these walls with nothing but a word.

    So then you pinned me to floor and ran in a tube, but I had seen the gods heads and listening I heard.

    That you may control this body, strapped, drugged and lay down your laws.

    But … You’ll never understand the symbols I wrote on these floors and how I, accidentally, slipped your security doors

    Now I’m controlling history, peace in my victory.

    D March 2017

    Psyche Bullets

    Fox one, fire in the hole, bury those gun shots deeply in your soul. Release now we have you under our control.

    Fox run, the hunters in pursuit, killing all the ‘low hanging fruits’, gone now? Here’s a gag across your mouth to keep you mute.

    Fox down, to much incoming, can’t be stopped, but if I survive those volley of psyche bullets you shot, it will never be forgot.

    Fox escaped, slipped through the nights cracks, running half naked in empty fields, knowledge lent, me a chance to break your seals.

    Fox sleeps, in forest embrace, soft moss and dirty ditch, what a fraught battle we pitch, as my wounds I begin to stitch.

    One bullet, two … Three … … Four and all the more. Licking my scars forever more.

    D March 2017