Split-brain
Chemical soaked, I float alone, tendrils extending to the edges of night. Messages, demanding, such endless noise, all signals lost, without my oversight.
Poetry (9)
A collection of poetry I've written.Regress
Synthetic minds grow ever bright, as eclipsing-automation surpasses. We stumble blind into that night, with nary a thought for the masses. We coders…
Sunlight above the cloud
When all around is dark and cold, wind-whipped, stormy-grey. Biting rain lashing down, boiling cloud obscuring day. Storm's chaos rages all around, our…
Danse Macabre
These grey days of troubled hope, this age like those before; famine, plague and pestilence, or grimmest times of war. Thoughts reel with…
Goodbye Mum
I sat with you on your last day, hand-in-hand together, this simple act of contact, serving as our tether. I whispered gently to…
Changes
The cold expanse of winter, smothers with it's cloak of grey, gruelling days and darkest nights, still-death seems here to stay. Winter's love,…