Without Certainty from Nil by Ceiling Demons

Cigarette stained fingers
Message sent, scents linger.
Aromas, fold the papers,
burn the folder,
second place for the winners
team mates, grave faced, Let down,
disappointing. What a weight,
carried away. Carry the shame,
Undeniable mental pain. Men lay slain.
Women cry and children play.
Unaware of the past life mistakes
their parents became,
numbed down and enslaved,
growing up, they would never say.
Realise or glamorise,
thinking that freedom was
in a state, in a place, our right
unite kingdoms, European
brainwashing plates
clearing tables as cultures fade
Do you see the planes ?
infecting chemical skies
People die, so what?
accept or rejection is all we've got.

Without the substance – Without disturbance
Without the serpents – Without the burdens
Without the solace behind your curtains
You have your purpose behind the curtains and that is certain.

The voices call - return to All...
It became brutal
but the garden is fruitful
and the juice is useful
to quench the bitter with the truthful.
Half empty or half full,
take a mouthful then tell me how you feel.
This observation is always changing.
You were faded but now you’re bold.
Resolve the resolution,
the walls are falling.
No boundary stands between us.
Thrive vigorous with the ambiguous.
Follow your heart into the depth of deliverance.
The significance of your magnificence,
the significance of your magnificence
reassures the ambivalence leading me astray.
Victory rose on my judgement day.

It’s okay to reflect on choices made, voices raise with harmony that awaits…

Without the substance – Without disturbance
Without the serpents – Without the burdens
Without the solace behind your curtains
You have your purpose behind the curtains and that is certain.

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
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• United Kingdom