Cause & Effect
Rinse to repeat,
Slap to tap,
Drown in brown,
Death in the bet.
Thrust, it must,
Push and pull,
Space in slow pace,
Punch to knock.
Throw the stone,
Bones and arrows,
Effect explodes,
Impact implodes.
For me or for you,
For them or for us,
Insert the coin,
Pay with the dollar.
Cause and effect,
Cycle after cycle,
Life and death.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
The Forgotten Puzzle of our Time
In this Island,
Lies a Tunnel,
That leads to a puzzle,
Hidden from our Western civilization.
Remember though: here, there is no Action,
Without Equation.
There is no Jewel,
Without Fault.
The Triangle forms
From the Number three.
Three times the Lives,
Three times those who have Fought for us,
Three times the pain I Ought to carry from their loss,
Three times I have to Paint this scenario in my head.
Why did I Expect this?
Like the Daughter of Zeus,
I have no conscience and only the Bruise,
Felt from the Period of glory.
The ceaseless Jungle of chaos,
Presenting Healthy and Delicious demons,
Tempts my mind ever more.
What do I do now? What will become of me in this puzzle?
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
Insecurities
6:01 P.M.
I'm just thinking if it's worth it... The contempt, the heaviness, the burden on my shoulders.
Why is there such guilt in my mind? What do I have to feel sorry for? Being safe? Being present in the moment?
I don't care, and I never will.
Those insecurities are just that... Plain insecurities.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
Cellular Misanthropy
Incapable of rationality,
You betray your principles for other ones.
Scars of your putrid soul,
Wounds opened,
Fragile liquid motion,
Regeneration is not for you.
Imposing your weakness on others,
Betrayal and suffocation,
Alienate at your own price.
Alienate forces.
Alienate reason.
Alienate yourself.
Your logic is incomplete,
Linked only by megalomania,
Linked only by solitude,
Linked only by cowardice and self-absorption,
Linked only by misogyny,
Linked only by drowned illusion,
Linked only by arrogance.
Misanthropic cells enter your system,
Leaving you weak and illusioned.
Restrained by obstacles,
You force yourself in this vicious lie.
Apocalyptic swords are placed in the quadrangle of extremes.
Extremes of reason...
Forcing,
Betrayal,
Lies,
Disillusion,
The paroxysm is near...
Spatial interludes inside social patterns...
Emptiness and apathy...
Failure into submission...
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2008
Beyond Comprehension
I don't know why.
No matter what I do or how I try to explain things sometimes, people don't seem to understand.
People don't seem to get my point across.
It's the same old excuses every damn day.
It's beyond hope,
Beyond logic,
Beyond comprehension.
Woe is me,
Or rather woe is them.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
Runic Catharsis.
Rune I:
Man reemerges,
Like a phoenix amongst the ashes.
Logic escaped him temporarily
Only to regain it in his fury.
Rune II:
The horse walk,
Then trots,
Then paces,
Then canters,
Then gallops to the mountain
And the valleys below.
Speed of thoughts,
Speed of light,
Speed of logic,
Speed of success.
Rune III:
The war stretches
From one end to the other
In the mind
Of the most fragile of men.
Forging steel against steel,
Contradiction complete.
The only way to break steel
Is to bend it to its will.
That is my catharsis
Without useless fucking hope.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
Screwed Up and Ready to Leave.
A quick turn-over of the recent events,
S******g in my pants
Is what I'm doing.
I'm doing time
In jail,
Constantly
Looking for my mistakes...
And not learning from them.
Goddamn reflection in the mirror,
I'm not too proud of it.
Screwed up and ready to leave,
Screwed up and ready to die.
And live again.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022
Retribution
I seek retribution at all costs. Because, what else can I do, besides fight for a better world, a better society, a better life?
I am obstinately trying to put the puzzle pieces back together, but it's hard. It's really hard.
Automatically, I always find myself back to square one. I always find myself being exploited and ridiculed for who I am...
That can be a bit of an exaggeration, seeing as I'm not the most social of folks.
It's tiresome... Those thoughts are tiresome. Put them to sleep, man!
Retribution for the living, the fighting, the outcasts and the lonely souls, like me.
© Marcel Nault Jr, 2022