present future past

Empires built with the bones of others.
Blood flesh father, sister, brother, mothers.

Empires now revisiting the bricks of the stolen past.
Foundations from pilfered flesh will sadly never last.

Sins of the father, brother, mother, daughters.
As histories bronzes sink down into cold silent still waters.

Scream at mans mountains, built by tone deaf hands.
Winds of change a blowing, a tornado force fan.

Veneers of our own proud established thinking.
Perforated full of holes & is now rapidly sinking.

Limbering towards our new uncertain future.
Creation of which, has been our very own set creature.

Frailties of visions,  pathetic greedy selfish man.
Outcomes now known, we must set a final wrought plan.

Staring wide eyes  through an impenetrable veil.
Persevere forward , we can now only simply set sail.

Looking above but we all just see down.
Head to feet packed, not sensing the divine crown.

Beneath ones skin, we see only morning red sky.
We must delve now deep, into our own limited minds eye.

A reckoning is being sought from men long since dead.
Metallic unfeeling eyes, current bronzed minded heads.

People now seeking justice from histories infringement masters.
Hunting for past architects of this current systems deplorable disasters.

structures built on the back of bone, flesh, suffering with greed.
Will struggle with longevity and will fail to succeed.

A true structure built on good values, spiritual justice & fine morals.
Is a structure born from honourability, worth more than fine corals.

Remember what we learn about building structures on earth.
Is that its about using honourable foundations in an empires birth.

wordsmith - Tarquin J Nostmad

Bequeath thine self

Once I gave my Freedom to the storm,

Scattered my power to the four winds forlorn.

Once I gifted my Liberty to a single thought,

I was bound, gagged & internally caught.

Once I attached my Values to a single ray of light,

I was blinded by its magnificence so, so incredibly bright.

It was only once with truth & honour I did align,

Rest, solitude & internal strength I did find.

Be very careful where you attach your principles & values,

Be wary of what storms, thought & light will try & tell you.

QJD - 2020

Impending reset now.

The world has been stopped, in forced reset,
back and beyond, design by man beset.

With anxious intrepidation, minds now unfold,
to a forced new beginning, uncertain not bold.

New alphabet, new language , new insecure future,
carved from sandstone, a flimsy sculpted creature.

With man at the helm, its now doomed to fail,
a steam train of twisted metal , designed to derail.

Greedy man, greedy minds, greedy virus thought,
a future designed by corrupt man, is now fully bought.

See the works , see the single manmade banner,
through this small verse, so is thrown the proverbial spanner.

Dont be fooled by charlatans, offering sciences political hope,
its heroine, crack cocaine, its mind numbing destructive dope.

Rather look to whats not from a manmade material,
we must look confidently towards the spiritual ethereal.

Our salvation rests in the time before times.
when  it was very clear to man, who drew the line.

Tanquin J Notsmad - 2020

driving a tempest vault

The raging maelstrom sandstorm is like an impenetrable point cloud solid mist.

Men suddenly appear through the windshield, seeming to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia. As grounded apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce tempest storm.

immediately they are swallowed up by the tempests malevolent energy. Leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks rippling in the wind, which seem now like wild feather plumage in the eye of the raging storm.

The rag tag feathered men now are completely ingested by  sand and fog and mist, gone but not unseen.

Was it rather just a brief second of time, perhaps of anger and of wild vengeance?
A fleating shouted vision or perhaps of a perceived dust point cloud entity, within the violent chasm of the abyss? 

walk the eyes

I talk to a man, with gaunt dark ring eyes,
flesh falling from his frame, skin and bone is his demise.

He tells me a tale, both happy & sad,
of a time of plenty , & a time it all went bad.

his body fails him, his life is a mood,
his taste buds are weakened, he has no desire for food.

he mumbles some words, which he tells to me,
"i remember a time , when I was fat and happy."


QJD 2020

Decide the road

Beyond the night, into the black ,
speaks a voice, that never talks back.

Beyond the light, into the fire,
speaks a voice, filled with desire.

Walk the road, run the mile,
make decisions, hope wont defile.

End the journey, stop insight,
break these shackles or remain & fight?

QJD 2020

Virus burning bright.

Virus ,virus burning bright, in our cities in the night!
what mortal hand & eye, made thy fearful asymmetry?

Dust to dust filled with sand, Unfeeling hollow eyes & hands, 

Manipulative hearts & heads, grasping at money fingers already dead. 

Man the architect of his own demise, is full of deceit & burning rotten lies.

We now await honourability never late, holding out true life at salvations pure gate. 

Wildetect