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 ©

Change is about

Change is about
But is it for the good
Will it prove me the better
Is it time for change
Or am i rushing through life
Rushing through thoughts
Emotions
They change and distort
They come and they go
And because of this
People will get hurt
But all this
Is the natural cycle of life
Billions feel this way
Billions have the same fears
Same worries
Same hurts
Nothing can last forever
So why do we delude ourselves
Into thinking things will
Friends
Relationships
Hate and love
These are all variables in life
And change with the seasons
For nothing we feel is constant
And everything
Always comes to an end

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Sailing Island Part 4 One nights dream

Last night
I saw the day
That i lost my mind
A sign
From another time
Threats close in on my island
But are they what i should fear
These visions
These Prophecies
All show
That I cannot win
These warmongers
That advance on my island
Will surely kill me
But if i win
If i save my island
My dreams all show
That this voyage of solitude
This loyal binding to my floating rock
Will be the thing, in the end
That pushes me over the edge
And drives me to oblivion
But why
Why would my island do this
This bastion of peace
Why would it torment me so
Like a knife in my pillow
It has shown me comfort
At the price of my mind
At the price of my life

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Sailing Island Part 3 Preperation

Rain beats heavy
Over my island today
An omen
Of the great storm to come
I run down the mountain side
A grave feeling in my heart
At the realization
Of approaching danger
I must prepair
I must prepair
I must prepair
And ecoying reminder
Of what must be done
My island screams at me
It knows the threat is nearing
It shout and claws at my mind to hurry
A Sharpened spear
A Steel blade
A gripping terror
These are my weapons
Now i wait another night
For in the morning They will learn
That no one
Threatens. My. Island

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Sailing Island Part 2 Sighted

The misty haze crosses my island
The warning
That turning back is impossible
I stepped the barriers
And broke the bounds
To get to these stormy waters
Waves rise for miles
Threatening my island
Beating
At its outer edges
But here i am
Safe on the vast mountains
High above the waters reach
But up in these cloud
I find a worse enemy
Than the elements themselves
Dark blots
Are sprinkled over my silver skyline
A flying army
Their propellers beating like wasps
Slowly advancing towards
My peaceful island
A rain of fire is aproaching
And i must prepair

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

People.

People are funny things.
They can change your world in one word.
They can ruin your world in one word.
The question is who should we trust?

Should we trust our lovers?
Should we trust our loyal friends?
Should we trust our loving families?

Or are they all trying to achieve their own aims through us?
They answer is:
Do what ever you want, but don't trust anyone.

Copyright Benjamin J Jones. ©

BURN!

We are protected
By fractured walls
And through them
Seep our flaws
As Day turns to night
And Decay tears at our skin
A ravaged world cries
And a disheartened universe dies
A lifetimes work
Is scorched to ashes
All in the lost cause of life
Laughter rattles
from demented lungs
As below our feet our planet burns
And the blood of millions boils
A dust ravaged shell is all that's left
A barren waste, lifeless and deserted
scarred only by bones of billions
And the monuments of memorys
Left behind

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

From The Sky.

It can be covered by dark clouds,
Full of rain, full of sorrows.

Rays of sunlight beam through.
Bringing with them:
Happiness and nostalgia.

Snow can fall from the sky.
Rain can fall from the sky.

You fell from the sky.
You fell into my life,
Made me laugh, made me wonder.

Copyright Benjamin J Jones. ©

Sailing Island Part 1

Im sailing
On my own little island
My litle rock of sand and trees
I sail it
Through trecherous waters
And salty seas
I sail it
where no other island should go
Through illegal waters
And to lands with magic trees
My little island
It lives for the present
Ignores the past
And molds the future
Its path is torn and twisted
Its direct and logical
It chimes
With the sounds of stars
Brushing against each other
Lost in the cosmic dust
They snort in through their craters
My little island
It races through the world like the wind
And strolls over the land like a walk in central park
I lay back on my sandy beach
The stars fill the waves and chrash to the shore
Comets cut through the black vail
And tears fall from the gash thats left

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Love aftermath

A drip off a roof
Makes me realize
That love is only seen
Through false eyes
The melting snow
Like loves bane
And we take solace
In the pouring rain
As sunlit skies
And bleary eyes
Guide us down our rugged path
We hide away
From a love lost aftermath

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©