ANNEX 1.0

“These days everyone is writing their final book,” Bonney notes in Our Death (Commune Editions, 2019), published just a month before he died. The ANNEX 1.0 commensurate with the fevered, queasy, anxious, often tedious nature of the current global mood.

The boor world is filled with more masks than human faces.

Carnal mortals now wear the mask that grins and lies,

Where it hides the cheeks and it’s shaded eyes.

The debt is paid to human guilt,

With torn hearts faking smile and mouth with myriad subtleties.

How the world is over-wise in counting all our tears and sighs!

Nay, let them only see the adequate, while the lummox wears the mask.

People today smile,

But, the cries, from tortured souls arise to Christ.

People today sing,

But, the clay beneath is so vile, that the feet run down against the mile.

So let’s play the right cards in the game of life.

Underneath the luminous stars on the black canvas,

With eyeball, the glitters and relish their blink.

Sweet syrupy jaw, rhyming and quarrelling to take a chance to overcome one,

Hands clasped and hashed with adjoined soul ushering love by telepathy.

Living in the arms scarfed around scruff.

Be the ears harking tales from the heart that makes you deaf,

That can only listen to true heart tales.

Be the blind that can only see the beautiful faces.

Be the stoner that can only smoke the bouquet.

Be the casualty that can only walk, as humanity a crutch.

Be the patient that can only be fed by kind hands.

Be the dead that can only die for others.

Stare the more galaxies in the eyes,

Than the number of stars in the sky.

Scent the more fragrant flowers in the body,

Than the fathomable flowers on the soil.

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Silent the Monster

The clock strikes the time but you are still awake, Thinking & thinking about the day that awaits. Where you stand on the bridge in stillness & fear, For the monstrous scream that driven you here. Beneath you is a murky firth, between the two ends complain, The oceans you spun and you must sail strong. Your mind would be against to sail, But your heart should tell you to prevail. To be stronger but lighter than ever again. Hold on for the euphoric, Endured to conflate the numb prosaic. Silent the monster’s scream, To shine through the cold & dark dream. Triumph the battle over mysterious pain, Because there will be sunshine, no more rain. You can run away from the tears, Through the laughter of loved ones you must hear. You have all the right! And it is how the wounded souls bright. Cycle the storm until you drown, Push the thought of suicide away & and put the knife down. ---------------------------------------------...

To The Fossil

Time could carry weight to the cemetery, To the graves full of lonely blistery bones, To the soil of sinking skin and thirsty blood, To the blathering heart hitting through the tunnel. If death is charitable and there it is early, We will conk to earth some fragrant night, Taking these lanes to be mossbacked to a fossil, And shall be happy for the dead reality. If we lose ourselves tonight, we will be dead inside; If we build the hate in mind, we will be extinct from kind; If we carry the grudge in heart, we will be a roiled hearth; If we kill ourselves behind, we will be the lost fossil in the wild.

Above The Empire

Onliest man who lay hands on self and figure fingers on behalf; With the fore and middle knuckled on the cheekbone; Is the god of thoughts, with a blade on my throat? Is it most of you, but, not always me? To get right I come to you; When I'm finna interview. When I'm finna party. When I must stunt, I come to you- So sometimes it's me the Lionheart, face like stones, Except when you are woebegone. Sometimes it's you who battles the whole hour, But I line up the empire. No matter how dark the eyes shrink and how the skin to the brink. No matter how soft my body or how many eyes find it and peel, When I walk in destiny, I am all above the empire.

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