Buried

We buried our love
And left it to be
Like a message in a bottle
We cas it to the sea
Not a gravestone to mark its passing
Or a hymm to sing its tale
like the best of plans
It could only fail
Its absence
Like a comedown
A drug i am afraid to take
But always crave
Ill let the memory fade
And the wounds close
And prepaire myself
For my next dose

Goodevening Slave Species

''Well hello my woofull subjects''
''Goodevening our lord and master''
We say with bending knees and praying hands
As the whips of our masters
Criss cross our backs
So that we work harder
Faster
Longer
...Cheaper
Crossing foreign palms with money
So as to fuel a machine
where we are the cogs
and the government
Is the lazy mechanic
Who has engorged himself
On the succulant donuts of civilization
And sits and watches as we the COGS...
Rust away into a lonely
Unmeandable MESS
And we will be left to grind and carve
Into one another as on and on
Our bestowed mechanic
Is replaced and replicated
By the next that follows
and forever on we turn and turn
only ever dwelling more into disrepair
BUT I SAY NO MORE
For we are not a machine to be left to die
Breaking point has been reached
and we are at critical mass
And we shall send shrapnel in all directions
Piercing the silly skull of our hopeless leader
Our lord and master
We are no longer COGS in the machine
We are no longer
The Slave Species !!!

Dale Innes Wylde Hughes

Habber dash

S0
This is what its gonna be
with you there standing over me
grinning with your toothy smile
You make me feel like a pile of Sh..
Sit down with your silly thoughts
And pull down to add the torque
To the noose you put around me neck
And send me straight to Hel..
Hello is the word of the day
It seems be all u can say
im not taking this foolish Cr..
Cramming words down my throat
Is your goal trying to choke
me with your silly phrases
and you just get abrasive
well what i have to say is this
Habberdash to your silly wish
Thats it
Im gone
goodbye
swish swish
you see
thats me leaving
This deluded canopy

Dale Innes Wylde hughes

pavements and pathways

Walking down pavements and pathways
To the place where you left me
A bus stop of empty emotions
I sit on your last resting place
For though you may not be dead
You are forever lost to me
This is where we spent our last moments
A turbulent time
Drenched in rain and tears
It took years
Years for you to walk into my life
And yet in minutes you were gone
The roar of an engine
Being you final dirge to me
There was no love in your farewell
But my goodbyes where drowned in it
And our final kiss
To me was half hearted bliss
So now in my apartment
I can hear you presnce lost
and the space you left on our bed
is filled only by the shadow of regret

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Graveyard of the hopefull

These stained walls
And white lab coats
Their PHD's
And professional advice
How are these meant to comfort me
Screams and shouts
Tears and scares
Are are all that is gained
When you enter these hallowed halls
You sit in plastic chairs
As the ones you love
Go under knife and needle
In a desperate attempt
To extend their lives
For just that little bit longer
Why is such a mornfull place
So full of looks of hope
Deluded and niave
They pace back and forth
As every nurse who passes
Is hailed with questions
And those who ask
Are never given answers
The best we can do
In this graveyard of the hopefull
Is to say our final "I love you"
And expect the worst
For
If you mean your final last words
Then you already know
That love
Is watching someone die

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

My Island part 5 MY ISLAND

Coated in mud
I stalk to where my enemy waits
Like lambs to the slaughter
They will sow the land with their blood
And turn the rivers red
The great hornets
Cannot protect them in the shelter of the jungle
Shrouded in the shadows
I prowl and prepaire
Setting traps, laying bait, and noteing locations
My enemy was strong, but this is my island
I hear its every movement from the gush of geysers
To the foot stoops of every mouse on it
My Island was my own personal map
WIth my knife sharpened
And my wits heatend
By the very panic of the island
These hulking helmeted suits
Where no match for my rage
For they are tresspassing
And this
IS MY ISLAND!

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Turbulent sea

Waves of pure pain
Surge above my head
As torrents of sadness
Sweeps me bellow
Icy waters
Filling my lungs and thoughts
With shards of ice
Chilling my very core
Over and over
I am smashed agaisnt jagged rocks
Of my own self lothing
As i try to end this pathetic suffering
I float in these icy waters
Always on the brink of life and death
Never able to reach the edge
Of either one
This is an evil gift that i am granted
The ability
To fluctuate between great happines
And overwhelming depression
But there is no middle ground for me
No place of solitude
For a middle point would mean peace
A life line
To pull me out of this turbulent sea

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©