Brighton, UK

(By Moonshine)


(By Moonshine)

Still Standing

(By Moonshine)

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(By Dante)


(By Moonshine)

Black Dog

(By Dante)




(By Moonshine)

With My Buddy

By Moonshine



Donne to Death

Once more, words will fall

Into that strobe-lit hole;

Lost to the vacuous vacuum

Of simultaneous in-breaths,

Hoping to get that line out

Before anyone else.


Once more, echoes rebound

Around and around.

Endorsing and reinforcing;

Cheering and jeering,

Hoping to find our place

On algorithm shelves.


Once more, we stride forward,

Uncountable missile messages

Striking swift and sure.

Glorious victory lies

At the end of that treadmill

Powered by yourself.


Once more, the world turns.

On battle-shaken axis.

Never-ending targets;

And ammunition, infinite.

The definition of insanity.

A new level of hell.


Once more, turning to hope

Over long experience –

A land where all have a voice,

Yet ears are redundant,

We cry into the void

Then retreat to our shells.


Once more, we self-promote

Into human-made holes

Of prideful derisions

And fallacious divisions.

The players and the played.

But, for whom tolls that bell?

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