Away

Shifting gears for pinker skies
The kind of sold on the front of seaside postcards
Each one of my friends a Hephaestus in their craft
Each lover a Kikuri-Hime of their circles
Maybe if I could bend reality to my whims
A tangle taffy version of my arms could reach the port
Drag myself along the ocean
And tag along the festivities as the observer
The ticker tape apocalypse
An absolutely brutal assault on the eyes
Courtesy of a lexicon of primary spin off’s
A fuchsia, goldenrod on the back of a cinnabar sapphire

I could fake it you know, I could invent the craft
A world renowned speugerlist at JUST 23?
I’d blend in as a icon in a shit stain
The ones to make this an origin to be proud of
No one would have to know otherwise
They can’t hear my cliff note records
Vs. Your encyclopaedia volumes across monthly installs
When faced with the riddle; “What you been up too?”
They don’t have to see me wait in silence
As blood brothers recount the resumes of quests
Grit teethed in the thick of the crowd
Pleasantness with those who could adore
“I wrote something this week but… It’s not your thing”
“I know you couldn’t come, it’s allright”

To them it’s like a gap in persona’s never occurred
We’re all still arm in arm cheering on for the next day’s barrage
Planning escapes and anticipating breakouts
To them, that’s still how it is
No one will have to know the wiser
Please just cast of while I’m putting on my shoes
Oh can’t you find it in yourself to stay?
But I know none of us win, if you don’t go away

– Lnc0

Phsychy Crush

You don’t deny it do you?
You’ve seen the cream cooler constellation come into unison
They correlate into the sun’s 5th unison with Jupiter
Well, that’s the hogwash I’ll use as an excuse to declare
It’s time our orbits collided again

Strawberry fingers, button noses
Outside the local polka performance
Tootsie tickles, Coca bottle catapults
Leaving a culinary trail in our wake
Like the application of a mask
And the equip of a personal
We settle for a motivation
A colouring in outside of the script
The fun, The murk, The gull
I’ll make any excuse to see you again

– Lnc0

Effortless Crush

The chrysanthemum can’t compete with her pallet
A blinding radiate for those who didn’t come prepared
Manipulating the very leafs around her
Commanding the daffodils to bloom as she walks by
Giving the peasants permission to offer their gaze
Giving the insects pardon to dock on her legs
Sinking into the domain like she’s one with the planet
To be in such proximity, what a life!

– Lnc0

Gum (W.I.P)

You anticipate it for ours on end
But before you know, it’s devoid of all flavour
Honey I’m your chewing gum
You report back to the colon
The way you would with a Tesco bacon roll
Honey I’m just your top up lunch

Smashing your feet on the front seat
Wearing down the seat belt
Your just a kid on her way to Space Mountain
But when your toosh is of the seat
The Blitz starts to drain away
Sorry Lil Sal, you’ve booked yourself a Haven Holidays

That’s the same look I think you’d have
As hour 4 passes us by
You’ve got the gates to the appsphere on deadlock
In case a microbe of joy might slip you by
“I’d be easier if” “It’d be more convenient”
The cage that binds us all
Nights of passion, Nights of perspiration
Met with a flat tone

Spent too long on your tongue
Gotta spit it out
Honey I’m your Juiceless Steak
Not a morsel of flavour
Taken for the image
Honey I’m your chewing gum

– Lnc0

It’s 2015 [W.I.P]

I mulled over a amusing sight on my box today
A perfect time capsule in the form of trash daytime sitcoms
A youth archetype slung out into the streets
Pushed into the career safari of the ‘real world’

What a stretch from a world only 20 years since
Those who crave for success and for glory
And those who crave the sunlight and the air
Can never exist in tandem, never again

Cos it’s 2015, daddy dearest
And we can only grab success, stuck in our cages
Cos it’s 2015 Mummsie
And now a day spent in Vitamin D is a day wasted
Cos it’s 2015 Grandaddyo
And I’ve never felt more social then on the inside
Cos it’s fucking the 3rd of August 2015!
And an existence outside: now a sure sign of slacking off

– Lnc0

Snap Out Of It!

Those are some niiiiice D.I.Y walls
Gratified with paddys and tantrums
Covered with a moat of slat water
Making a mountain out of a molehill
For those delivering a pat on the back
A snap of the ear drum echoing through the throne room
Of should be’s a could off’s
Geez why would anyone bother?

You see, glee in it’s best form is like a magnet
Captivating those looking for it’s pull
No one gets energy from a sour mug
Maybe in a better world they’d come with the sirens
But my friend this is a broken world
So pucker up, a scarecrow job isn’t to attract
So stick your feelers out and suckle from all your fortunes
Cos right now your like a MRA in the MRI
Taking a jaw’s worth from your allies
No one here to help, just to elate

So blast the strobes on the fort walls
Fill the moat with spirits
Invites the whole world in
Cos isolation starts with an airtight portal
Snap out of it

– Lnc0

Anti The Anti Anti

I’m so anti, anti movement, anti perspiration, anti anything
Anti leaving, anti sleeping, anti anything, stay in anti
Don’t move, don’t sing, don’t come alive
The anti’s of that, they will come out in force
That way you drink your coffee in the morning aggravates me
That anti milk in your anti spoon, just cast it away
Consider the anti’s when you wave thorough life
The anti’s up the ante when you anti their calls
You dare skirt 5 meters near that feather with that skin
Don’t claim anti on my words, I’m not anti that skin
I just can’t anti my skin, and I’m totally anti that
You can’t anti that, you’ll become the anti anti!
I’m anti even trying to compete with that logic
I wouldn’t want them dirty anti’s to my name
Clogging up the gaps in my jacket
I’m anti jacket, I’m anti life, I’m anti the ending of all suffering
Did I become that, did I anti the process of being anti?
Was I just born anti? Anti juices dripping of my skull?
Destined by my skin colour to become the anti?
Can’t I anti that anti? Without become the anti anti?
I’d do anything to stay away from the anti anits, I’m anti that
I’m the anti anti anti, but I’m just so tired
I’m tired of all forms of anti, I can’t handle the antis
I just want some pro’s so the day isn’t so anti anymore
If your anti this, then your anti that!
Your anti’s are clogging up my kitchen floor!
So just call me the anti anti anti anti
I’m anti any of this noise

– Lnc0

The Description Of Fear

Under the generous visibility of the cracks in the curtains
And the beams of a malfunctioning laptop charger
Reality tags out of the ring and my imagination picks up the slack
The walls are bleeding residue from the folds of the plaster
The vacant spaces that exist within the confines of my furniture
All pull together to create a nocturne of creaks and moans
With each note hitting my spine with precision
The performance fills the bedroom which serves as an inspiration
Of monsters and assassins who have materialized in my space
I start seeing profiles in pile of washing up in the corner
I start seeing a full body portrait in the shadow of a mop
I start seeing my worst nightmares flash for a frame in my sight

Force shut them level 5 security kevlar lids all you want
I can find a way to pry my way through
Injecting my venom into every vein and crease I find
That creativity and imagination you pride yourself on
Will now be your ultimate undoing
You can never rid yourself of those piercing eyes
Oh my dear you can keep the DVD player on all night
But your just delaying my glorious decent
When your daddy’s out on the razz and your misses away
I will crawl down the wall where you rest your weary head
You’ll open your peepers when you feel my breath on your head
And when you see my grin you’ll know it’s far too late

I become aware of every millimetre of movement my body takes
I begin to fear each exhale is revealing my position to intruders
Just as I am rudely dragged back into the land of the conscious
A emulation of a human comes into my sight for a brief second
With her turned a full 180, as her 6 arms grip to my ceiling
She gives a grin and a stare while is locked right into my gaze
Seems to be aimed at worlds far away from mine
As if to play a cruel joke my mind conjures up a actresses deliver
And in an ungodly tone communicates with me

Your attempts to avoid thinking of me make me chuckle
It’s not just exclusive to the confines of this house
Everytime you hear me echoing down the alleyway
When you get a glimpse of my stare in an empty window
Your body will stiffen and the dread will start to grip you
Even the act of trying to relax to junk food T.V
Becomes the most stressful task, as your muscles tense up
As you sweat and shake with your back against the wall
And you succumb to madness and you scream at the sky
That’s when I’ll crawl from below and grab you from behind

As performed by Domestic

– Lnc0

An Excuse Not To Try

As I take another sip of the local suds
While you sit me down at the back
And confess to me your packing some extra baggage
A Diagnosable mindset with a name you can’t pronounce
As you look at me with doom and gloom in your eyes

I can’t comprehend how I’m going to live the rest of my life
With this shadow looming over me at every corner
It won’t get better, it won’t go away, it can’t be cured
You can’t threaten to leave it’s milk out of the fridge till it moves out
My life is ruined with this monkey stuck to my back

But just Imagine if Mr. Organised succumbed to the same mindset
Threw that job application for Dreamworks into the shredder
And handed in his resignation from the local film college
Because he knew he had to live with himself forever
He’d stay awake at night, toss and turning as if he was in a grave
Because he knew somewhere in West Yorkshire
Some plebeian decided to order their The Who CD collection
By year of release but made a calculated error
They put “The Ultimate Collection” before “The Very Best Of The Who”
So what’s the point in dreaming or making something of yourself
Because he’ll always have that image of that crime scene of a shelf

Imagine if Mr. Acne succumbed to the same mindset
Smashed that CD-r with his demo tape on it
And broke the band up before their début charity gig
Cracked the fret of his guitar in two
And slowly unlearned all the songs he’s written
Because he knew he had to live with himself forever
He’d lock himself up and stare vacantly at the walls
Because he knows after everytime he smeared that cream on his face
The new prescription medicine that guarantees clear skin
It’ll just grow back during that brief period
Of running out of cream and going to the pharmacy
A grave 10 minutes of walking down to the local Boots
Not to mention them whole entire SECONDS
Of applying the stuff two the 4 spots that remain after a shower
So what’s the point in dreaming or making something of yourself
Because he’ll always have to check his face every now and then

Imagine if Mrs. Quavers succumbed to the same mindset
Burned up the 300 pages of her novel
Stopped going to her book club every month
Threw out all her favourite books into the ravine
Fed all her magazines to the dog
Got rid of every thing in the house that has words in it
Smoked everything in the house that has a story to it
Because she knew she had to live with herself forever
She’d stay home from work and pace through the halls
Because she knows no matter how she spends her time
Every 4 hours she’ll crave for another packet
She’ll have to endure the pain of filling out the stock report
While tasting the disappointing husk of saliva
Everytime she walks into the cafe at lunch break
With another packet instead of a Freddo bar
She’s never felt so ashamed in her life
And she’ll have to trudge back home in the rain
Because now she’s 40p short of getting a single home
So what’s the point in dreaming or making something of yourself
Because she’ll always be thinking of the next packet before lunch

You can throw extreme’s at me all you like
Slather them all in the sauce of your sarcy tone
But it doesn’t change the hand I’m stuck with
Your Skitzofinniky, I’m Boretistic, and Mrs. Johnson has a Peg Leg
Those extra percussions are no doubt an annoyance
And the way our labels are like Abra-Kadabra
They can turn you into a three legged puppy in peoples eyes
If life can stub a toe, our’s can break their legs

But when has that ever been an excuse not to try?

As Preformed By Domestic

– Lnc0

A Man May Have Died, But At Least This Conversation Hasn’t‏

Oh dreary, eerie me the fun and laughter’s has come to an end
Someone’s gone done a murder and a shanking
It sends a shiver down the stay at home mothers spine’s
Suddenly the walk down to Morrison is fraught with fright
People hiding in the trees, Cars stalking too close to the sidewalk
Kids coughing sends your heart rate into a critical state!

But your not the kind of thrive on controversy
But you can’t help but notice
This is the closest you’ve felt with your nursery friends
The walk home is filled with half baked theories
And exaggerated hearsay from the local publications
Like telling ghost stories under the moonlight

“Oh maybe it was the hoddies
I think it was the squaddies
I know for a fact it’s them Albanians
See? I told you this is what would happen!”

Walking your kid home has never been so lively

You’re not the heartless type that’s for sure!
But you can’t help but feel relief
When the pot holes of silence that would creep in along
When the gossip and slander would fall short
During a natter with Maggie down the laundrette
Are filled slowly with your fabricated updates

“Jenny though she saw someone hanging around
Michael swore he heard someone in the pub saying they did it
Sally heard the council are trying to cover it up
George still insists it was the Albanians”

Suddenly living with a husband you hate
And taking care of the kid you resent
Seemed a little less maddening that day

As preformed by Domestic

– Lnc0