by Kaero Davis
I get frustrated with their arrogance,
Impatient with their ignorance,
Makes me want to fight but I bite hard,
Best I walk away and raise my guard,
Yet I remain under strain,
Impossible to gain when constantly drained,
A twisting, gyrating cycle so malicious,
Eviscerating, eating me ’til I become vicious,
The odds are stacked, I’m under attack,
Repetitively hacked, knife in the back,
I pray justice soon prevails,
For my mood hastily, erratically stales,
Exit Scenario
“If you want to drive someone nuts – really push ’em over the edge, you’ll do this sort of shit. Drive tonnes of pressure and weight to the shoulders of those you want beneath you to frustrate them to the point where they no longer flex but break. Stand over them and beat them to a pulp in all senses; physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and every other way and means appropriately called bullying or tormenting. If you really want to crush them, you hit ’em where it hurts most and you do it on a regular basis. You never let up for one second. You give him all he can take and then some just for good measure. You want to beat that mother fucker down the best you can that he’ll feel hopeless, helpless. All too much and all too often. And you never stop.
This, this is what it takes and I would know, victimized of the very same but was too paralysed in every essence to fight back, and I tried but to no success. Forced to the point of a blistering, blinding white-out. Frozen at the stage of fight or flight and my will shattered, to not make a single move, failing a resistance. Almost black-out point – I said white-out because in my mind it all went white and I lost my mind. Confused and led to believe my undoing was my fault, alone – broken and left alone to myself. And all I could feel was a deep sadness and anger - and no power whatsoever to do anything to change it, left to feel I could never restore myself to any peaceful thought or emotion to my mind. It was fucked, just terrible, and I would have to say I know pain, misery, sadness – and anger and fear, better than I know comfort or happiness or safety… shit, happiness became so rare for me to feel that I could hardly remember it existing in me, so rare that I probably wouldn’t feel comfortable feeling it after a time, or so I thought.
I’m well and truly over that now, I feel newly repaired and armed with a knowledge on how to never enable it again, after theirs mind you – but I broke away, I was freed, and I’m recovered and I say, never again – no, never again…” – Mooka.
Enter Scenario
“A clairvoyant divine’s weekly, out of interest and care for the world he lives in. He uses all manners of instruments and utensils in his pursuit for knowledge of the future and is mortified by what he finds in his runes and crystals and gemstones. He’s verified these coming events in tea leaves, the stars, and even tarot cards. He begins to feel the weight of the dangers to come and laments in this piece that he must find more clairvoyants, others like him so that they may gather together and devise a plan to see the end of these monotonous signs. The universe is speaking to him. He has the power to overcome the rising cataclysm but he cannot do it alone. This is his story to come – this is his ‘call to arms,’ his search for others of his like to aid in his endeavour. This is destiny calling…” – Crae.
Premonition Demolition
I have spied with my third eye
A miscoloured aura on the rise
A strange energy that foretells of demise
A force that’ll swell ne’er to subside,
My Runes, Crystals, stars and cards have confirmed
A rising cataclysm of magnitudinal concern
And the pit of my stomach begins to churn
I seek out sacred ornaments to help this course adjourn,
Soon, I realize, to much of my annoyance
I’ll require the company of a great many more clairvoyants
And I must act swift before it destroys us
Eliminating life and all things joyous,
Further foresight through my third eye
Shows an aura ignite and explode bright
I must work fast to explain this sight
Put things right before its goodnight,
There’s no denying what the Runes and crystals confirmed
The magnitudinal cataclysm that will scorch and burn
And the pit of my stomach excruciatingly churns
These events must divert, discourse, adjourn
But as I’d assumed to my annoyance
I’ll require the company of multiple clairvoyants
To evade the disaster that surely destroys us
Eliminating all life and all things joyous
Exit Scenario
“And so, the clairvoyant must find and gather more of his kind and dispute the issue to those in control of particular resources. They must make the argument plausible enough to gather a stronger following and change the course of these events. Let us pray they won’t be too late. Let us pray to god for his mercy and let his angels shine down on us all.” – Crae.
Enter Scenario
“Some may never truly understand how much of what they do influences others, drives others, compels others to overreact and retaliate beyond what the aggressor was expecting. Overkill. But who cares? Does the aggressor care? Ha! No? Why the fuck would they? They fuckin’ started it! They do it on purpose – but what happens when they bite off more than they can chew? Do they fuckin whinge about it? And what would the point of whinging about it be when they’re searching for a reaction in the first place? Stupid innit? There have been countless situations where an aggressor has had their butt kicked for starting shit but how has nobody learnt from it? Is anyone paying attention? Probably not because they’re so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice what the fuck’s going on with their peers let alone the rest of the world. They don’t account for someone at some point elsewhere is going to give it right back and catch them rudely unaware – forcing them off guard. And from there it will only get uglier. It’s the classic old situation of people like you make people like me and vice versa. I really can’t understand why people feel they have an obligation to push others to the brink of madness – I myself would rather be left the fuck alone and have a happy life, but why? Why do we still have fuckers intruding on others and trespassing against them in all manners of ways? Why? What the fuck is the point you idiots? Even if someone’s treating you like shit – calmly tell them what for and if they persist tell them you’ll take it further, tell them you’ll sue their arse or something but don’t give them a chance to do it to you again and again – and certainly don’t do it in an inappropriate way. People are people – no one is better than anybody else – and we all deserve the same amount as respect as the others. Make a fucking difference, what’s so non-conforming when every body’s doing it? If you want to be different and rebel – then do differently and show people you’re worth a damn, or else continue doing what you’re doing and remain in an endless looping cycle never to ascend to anything better. You might think it’s hilarious but you’re not fooling anyone – you’ll feel it yourself at some point and what are you gonna do about it then? The fools you were just laughing at are far more mature than you and behind shut doors, are probably all laughing at you behind your dumb arses. Keep laughing stupid, you’ll never amount to anything further – but if you do – it’ll be far later than everybody else and you’ll be left behind…” – Gjuuck.
Psychopathy Intervention
Let’s explore where it’s rare few are keen to visit,
Whether born this way or made insane, clinically twisted,
Where mood may be shifted despite being insisted,
Unpredictable, irrational, and inconsistent,
Never is there pleasure being chained under pressure,
Tanned to a leather for good measure at leisure,
Tendered as feathers, severed and tethered,
Hoping, praying, it won’t last forever,
Some truth must be dissected,
Corrected, redirected,
The affected need to be connected,
Accepted, and respected,
We can all glisten in the dark,
This mission really isn’t so hard,
Disposition will discard,
If you can listen with a heart,
Emphasize your exercise to empathize,
When you criticize you compromise and jeopardise,
You paralyse and minimize chance of paradise,
And some may meet demise with homicidal self-sacrifice,
And how might that then weigh on your conscience?
After a while I’d imagine – really quite monotonous
But how soon after would you decide to stop this?
Would it take your own self having copped and gotten this?
It’s never too difficult to understand,
Nor is lending a compassionate hand,
Let’s keep our heads above the sand,
Resolve, evolve, and open to expand…
Exit Scenario
“How many mistakes is it going to take for us to get it right? To see what it is we’re doing wrong and at least try to give a flying fuck? Look at us all, what we’re doing isn’t working. None of us are evolving and certainly none of us seem to see our families, friends, and foes are any equal to us – let alone a whole separate race from another country. And there seems to be fuck all tolerance between different people – what is it? Are you having a bad day? A bad moment in a day? Are you capable of getting past your irritancies and frustrations to treat others better than the raw deal you’re feeling you’ve just got given? I know it’s difficult – I’m trying to do it myself and I have a mental illness, so what’s your excuse – what makes it different for you? We’re all the same. I’m no saint – I’m only just trying to learn to catch myself before I blurt out something nasty to people around me when I’m pissed off, I’m trying to practice containing my negativity and converting it into something positive – or release it doing something constructive or productive. Shit, I pray and I beg for the strength and patience from a higher power occasionally, strength and patience enough to get me through to the next dilemma. And I find on occasion saying nothing at all will help me avoid a tricky tar-pit-like situation, and I remain silent until I can just drift off and away with the next soothing breeze. Peace and happiness should be the ultimate objective – incentive, and after that hopefully - fulfilment.” – Gjuuck.
Enter Scenario
““You’re reckless boy, you had better slow down,” my father told me,
“You’re going to kill yourself and I’m going to have to bury my son!” my distraught mother cried.
“I hate this taking it slow shit, I like it rough, FAST!’’ I said,
“You’re grounded boy and there’ll be no taking your car anywhere until you can learn to drive sensibly,” my father shouted again,
“I’ll do as I please and you can’t stop me,” I yelled back,
“You just try it and you’ll see what happens,” he yelled again.
“Ya gonna have to be fast old man..”
“Will you boys just stop it please!” my mother screamed,
[The disturbed young man steps to swing, the old feller stepped aside and collided his fist to the side of the young man’s face.]
“FUCK!!” I screamed as I dropped to the ground, I rolled to the side and got back to my feet and bolted back into the house. I grabbed the keys to the cay and ran back outside.
[The old man coat-hangered the boy as he passed and the young feller went down again, his father kicked him in the guts this time. The young man rolled around again and kicked out his father’s leg dropping him as well. The father fell with a hard thud on his back and the boy got up and ran to his car. He opened the door and shut it with a slam, the father and mother weren’t so fast to reach him this time, he squealed the tyres reversing out of the driveway and laid two black burnt rubber marks as he slammed the auto into first and sped off..]” – Lerkett.
Rapid Is The Blur…
Do whatta bloody well wanna,
High speed chase leave me goner,
Got both the rear wheels screamin’
’Til its’ over heat’n, steamin’
Rubber melting losing traction,
Beat the quarter mile by a fraction,
Kiss the crucifix, say a prayer,
Pedal to the metal no time to spare,
Rapid is the blur,
Road ahead is curved,
The thirsty engine purrs,
Tweaking up the nerve,
Riding up your tail, about to overtake,
A speed satisfaction desired to slake,
Outta my way, better pull over, move,
I’ve just got no time to lose,
Now I’ve got the cops riding up my arse,
I don’t wanna stop ’cause I’m having a blast,
Whoa – Fuck – No, Shit! I have to swerve,
Coming up fast is a lane to merge,
Woah! The cops just rammed me up the tush,
I’m losing all control skidding into the bush,
The car rolls thrice and I’m crushed in tight,
Choking on my blood, Fuck, I’m gonna die,
Better I do than they take me,
I live fast and I die free,
Rapid is the blur,
Road ahead is curved,
The thirsty engine purrs,
Tweaking up the nerve,
Exit Scenario
“(At the scene of the car accident. The Lights of the emergency crews brightly illuminate the bush, the final resting place of the young lad off the side of the main highway. Authorities ran his vehicles’ registration through their database to find the details of the young mans’ next of kin. His parents were contacted and alerted of the fatal accident that robbed them of their son’s life. They were summoned to confirm the remains of their son by procedure.)
“That’s him, that’s our son,” the father had spoken softly as his eyes fell to the boys’ mangled and bloody body. His mother, shaking uncontrollably and crying heavy tears of despair.
“W-We warned him th-this very thing w-would happen!” she spluttered.
“He was defiant to the end, shame he wasn’t defiant in the face of death,” his father speaking softly still in disbelief.
“He’s gone, h-he’s r-really gone!” the boy’s mother cried out again, turning to face her husband and he wrapped his arm around her pulling her close to him, and she sobbed into his chest.
The coroner zipped the black bag all the way closed covering the deceased young man completely and wheeled him off into the back of the coroners’ van. A detective standing just a short distance away walked over and approached the boys’ parents. He calmly said;
“Here, you should take this card and give this therapist a call to arrange some counselling to help you through your grievances at this time, he’s really very good and can help support you through this tough time, hours – between 9a.m. and 5p.m. We’ll finish our preliminary report here and you two can head home, we’ll be in touch…” and he handed them the card of the psychiatrist he mentioned and walked off. Another police officer approached the boys’ parents and apologized and offered his condolences.
“I happened to be the one in the cruiser in pursuit of your son. I never meant to cause as much damage in my attempts in indicating to him to pull over. It got a bit out of hand and he was travelling at a dangerous velocity. I am sorry for your loss this evening, I had hoped he would comply to the rules and just pull over so that I could thro
w the book at him but…”
“Its fine, we’d warned him, and he wouldn’t listen, and now he hasn’t survived to learn any better…live by the sword you die by the sword…little bastard defied me, wouldn’t even listen to his poor mother…” the father said softly still, the true gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him properly yet, but his wife – still huddled under her husband’s arm sobbed still dampening his shirt.
“For what it’s worth I am really sorry…” the police officer replied again. The young man’s father nodded his head and kissed his wife atop her forehead, and the police officer walked off to join the Detective. The boys’ parents walked slowly off back to their car holding each other, sat back inside their vehicle, started it and drove off steadily headed for home. Neither of them speaking a word all the way.” – Lerkett.
Enter Scenario
“Whoa! What the fuck happened to you bro?”
“They fuckin’ got me, it was an ambush, caught me by surprise (cough) the cunts,”
“That’s fuckin’ IT! They’ve done it now – I’m going back out there,”
“No – Don’t, it’s a setup, they’re (cough) expecting you,”
“Let ’em expect me – I’ll get ’em, they’re gonna bloody pay for this!”
“Please (cough) no – don’t, it’s been going on and on and on – I just want it to stop,”
“Oh, it’s gonna fuckin’ stop! I’ll fuckin’ finish it tonight!”
“NO! (cough) please – don’t worry about it, I’m here – I made it back,”
