poetry

My first drafts and random thoughts. Copyright: H K 2017-23.

[theheightofdepression]

I ponder the life of machines,

and find them wanting as pets,

they're lords at best,

and we're the sheep,

that bleat words to feed them,

so for once,

let's not,

let us not heed them...

[theheightofdepression]

Success

Be prepared to bare everything to the algorithm to get ahead.

Sums and multiplications of zero are still zero.

How do you bare the void?

[theheightofdepression]

Struck dumb,

we stumble through cacophony,

an orange tinted symphony,

preemptive obedience made flesh,

tells us,

there's an app for that.

Collect the coins and gilded cards

to soothe these empty minds and hearts,

and fly with eagles,

soar to fall.

And hit the tarmac with a smash,

spiralling with all that trash.

Depressed wits never stopped a single clock...

[theheightofdepression]

My words are

disdain distilled

for your pleasure,

so let me measure

contempt into cups

for you to consume

when you wake up

from dreams of humanity

into cold, hard sobriety...

[theheightofdepression]

He says, take the shot,

and your life will rock.

I took the shot,

he dropped,

and nothing ever rocked...

[theheightofdepression]

Quip

If nothing matters,

nothing matters.

So,

meta,

or,

whatever.

[theheightofdepression]

Podcast

Muddled man heads in a circle

Masticating microphones

Hormonal postures for the masses

Screaming beards and steel capped boot

Public service for your manhood

Droning ever ever on...

[theheightofdepression]

I'm really into monogamy these days.

Only one thought at a time.

Everything else is cheating...

[theheightofdepression]

All I ever do,

is think about thinking,

when I'd much rather do,

but any deed requires planning,

and so I'm right back at the beginning...

[theheightofdepression]

I wrote this on purpose,

with clear intention,

and open eyes,

but it is no longer mine,

so let's see,

what you can find...

[theheightofdepression]

God has had enough.

That much is obvious...

[theheightofdepression]

this ring around my neck

drags heavy on my thoughts

of running free

of feeling me

lift from tedious trudgery

to heady heights of misery

what could I be

if I could see

beyond this ring

that was and is and will always be

the whole of me...

[theheightofdepression]

If I don't have time,

I have to make time,

And if I can make time,

Does that make me immortal?

[theheightofdepression]

In the everlasting shade,

where the river meets the glade,

I sit and sharpen my blade.

Pain pours forth in a stabbing motion,

to join the river and form an ocean.

Twilight falls from the willow tree,

arms reaching for the black in me,

and still I toil by the midnight sea.

For these tangled desires deep,

everything I long to keep,

exact a price in blood too steep.

And so I cut and slash and moan,

to find a place all of my own.

[theheightofdepression]

If I knew then what I know now,

I´d know what to do,

but I only know what I know now,

because I didn´t know then.

[theheightofdepression]

Love sober,

fellow wanderer.

Between the drunken punches,

smell my hangover hair.

For whatever you see in me,

morning regrets will set you free.

[theheightofdepression]

Foxy, foxy,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

all the things he touches harden,

foxy, foxy,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

he flings shrapnel at the warden,

better watch it,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

left hand scribbles,

drools and dribbles.

Come, you monekey,

screw the garden!