UFO

The lunge is quick like an angry boar,
The launch is smooth and wind it draws,
A whirlpool of focus and immediate attention,
Circumstances forgotten while surroundings blur.
The body rises but the head goes first,
A shattering collision of reflex and nerve,
Shimmering decisions as the future unfolds,
The barrier broken, the army march forth.

Forgotten Dreams

Forgetting a dream or putting it on the shelf
is a slap in the face
That leaves a bruise that does not fade
(unlike the dream itself).
Storing it away in the back of your head or under the bed
is a waste of space
And once this process takes place
The power of making prosperity come true
is up to you
And letting your thoughts sleep it would seem
is just another forgotten dream.

The Running of the Machine

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Accomplishing goals it set out to achieve,
Reaching the targets for which we all strive,
Effecting profoundly every one of our lives.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Performing profusely with superlative speed,
Turning huge profits in relative time,
Keeping things moving all the way down the line.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Labouring intently to contend with our needs,
Presenting consumers an abundance of choice,
Allowing us all one individual voice.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Chiselling its own significant niche,
Absorbing the friction while gathering wear,
Slipping efficiently through synchromesh gears.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Permitting a piece of the globalised dream,
Paving the freeway for capital growth,
Lightening our lifestyle by lightening our load.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Driving progression, driven by greed.
Pedalling the wealth through the process of work,
Propelling the health of a material world.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Faith in the framework and faith in the scheme,
Providing incentive for endeavourous toil,
Rewarding immensely, dividing the spoils.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
That is what ethic will have us believe,
Evolving our species at phenomenal rate,
Good for the singular, good for the state.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Such is the benefit it has (yet) to be seen,
Shaping the market, supply and demand,
Powerful forces, a controlling hand.

I had faith in the running of the machine,
Until I saw the ways of men;
Deception, corruption and honour denied,
and so I decided to hide.