The disconnection continues,
Self-expression is becoming strained,
Creative stores and levels are low,
The world feels like so much weight,
It drains all energy to appear human,
Conversational connection is awkward,
Reality is being challenged internally,
Line between thought and speech is blurred,
And, as though swept away by the wind,
Thought patterns are scattered and unclear,
Effective stability, control, and delivery is limited,
A numb comfort exists within mental shadows,
This house is slowly becoming darker,
With the termination of each light,
The outside causes the system to overflow,
Retreat into the within means survival,
The disconnection continues.
Endless Winter
A trauma lives in the heart of every survivor,
Under the skin lies a poison growing darker,
Piercing the flesh like a black metal splinter,
The earth feels caught in an endless winter,
The broken exist using the little strength found,
Fearing the new world, every click, every sound,
When mechanical noises meant instant death,
When every 3am could mean your last breath,
Do they still search the world by night as we sleep,
Or in daylight as secrets the shadows keep,
The weight of breathing, the cost of days,
Every step feels one closer to a shallow grave,
Black venom in the blood, a ghost in the bone,
Every road I walk leads deeper to alone,
Everything feels heavier, weighed down like stone,
The world is asking for strength I’ve never known,
I would drown in sorrow, if sorrow would even try,
But I’m too empty now… even to cry.
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Dark Machinery
In the darkness we forever sleep,
Locked within her blackened keep,
Our sleeping eyes will not see,
Locked away no longer free,
In the darkness we all fall,
Past the light a distant call,
Harvested at 3 am,
Filed away, erased by them,
Our sleeping eyes cannot see,
A future where the light can be,
No more breath now, no more plea,
We are her dark machinery.
This is an Infinite Black poem, visit that page for more info.
Queen of the Black Dawn
A short distance from the heart of the machine,
Within a black mechanical cube, she slumbers,
The Queen of the Black Dawn,
Tended to and protected,
Affixed to her mechanical throne,
She is the keeper of arcane knowledge,
Curator of a library of occult facts,
Monarch of the portal witches,
And controller of the Dream Surgeons,
Those who deliver her nightmare payload,
Into the minds of the enslaved.
She fertilises the nightmare gardens,
Growing her awful terrors for mass consumption,
Through her, all human energy is converted,
Into a black lifeblood that flows through pipes and hoses,
Invading bodies and powers this realm of shadows.
She is the receptacle for the poison that tortures,
The provider of knowledge extracted.
A sinister machine, her only purpose is agony,
The queen is answerable to only one,
That which is a part of everything,
Creator of this world,
Her own tormentor,
Bringer of oblivion,
The one beloved, Mother.
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The Spectre
He could feel it down deep in his bones,
Changes fundamental as if lost in the snow,
Blinded by the white light that the sunlight throws,
Forcibly upgraded, from a bird to a drone,
Here in the black, far away from it all,
Reluctantly evolving as the future calls,
From cold cave stone to circuitry,
His veins now flow with mercury.
His metal teeth hum with new lullabies,
A new world of hatred paints black his eyes,
Pressed into service that he lives to despise,
It’s the gravity of reality that he fights to deny,
He could see it way down deep in his bones,
Incompatibility with a world full of clones,
He covers his eyes as they cast their stones
Fake is the smile masking a sadness he owns,
He won’t go forward and he can’t go back,
From birth, against him the odds felt stacked,
It’s a spectre of a past him that they all attack,
He keeps the real him away, safe in the black.
Farewell to Instagram
Farewell Instagram, you will not be missed,
I was ready to go when my followers were dismissed,
But when you throttled my posts and censored my art,
You gave up on being what you were at the start,
You’re now a platform of racism, woe and American hate,
And I have zero interest in that country’s disgusting state,
Instagram is a love letter to that leader, the pedo groomer,
So I’m cutting you off like a malignant tumour,
Your removal saves me from a generation of reality refusers,
I’m free now from your world of skewed, toxic users,
Farewell Instagram, you will not be missed,
For now, it is you who is being dismissed.
Ice Castles
Humanity has placed creativity in stasis,
Imagination lost to technological prostration,
The slow deprogramming of individualism,
The slow programming of conformity,
A world where colour is no longer financially viable,
Home is a small safe white featureless existence,
Where we live laugh love,
Like a programmed flock of electric sheep,
A hive mind sharing one unspoken mantra,
Obey.
The Signal
The threat is invisible, silent, and constant,
There is no escape, no running, and nowhere to hide,
The signal permeates every system, every cell,
It’s a new technological pandemic
The killer is digital and already within you.
Nobody can disconnect, and very soon,
All existence will be erased.
N0C+URN4L
The early morning rain falls like sheets of shattered glass,
Down on the street, the forming puddles reflect the dark sky,
Vehicles pass by like hissing serpents, the occupants barely awake,
Concrete building frontages shine with a watery veneer,
Dripping facades provide walkways shelter before disappearing up into the clouds,
Advertisements flicker with colourful brilliance, LED billboards illuminate laneways,
They cut through the rain and darkness, clashing with decrepit orange streetlights,
A bridge spans a freeway tunnel, and the headlights of hundreds queue to gain access,
A helicopter buzzes overhead, preparing to land at a nearby riverbank pad,
Sirens wail in the distance, the world is waking up,
Time to unplug, disconnect from my terminal and put my mind to sleep,
I power down, remove my headset, rub my tired eyes and stretch,
Now, while the chaos of the waking world ensues, I will rest,
Only to return by night, like some kind of digital vampire.
Cybernaughts
We are hardwired to provide maximum resolution,
Once there were eyes, now cameras are the solution,
Life means desperation for the technologically devout,
The sky outside remains dark ever since the blackout,
The landscape is rain soaked where the buildings stand tall,
Here, where we were nearly wiped out by a nuclear war,
So many missiles, unchecked AI sub routines fired those,
Using cold machine logic to destroy unknown human foes,
So, this is our world now unhappily ever after,
Where eyes keep recording and headsets transmit data,
The wealthy moved off world, and the poor were displaced,
Desperate people become cybernaughts, lost in digital space.
Dan Verkys 