conrad_murkins

On Thursday, December 20th 2018, our recently reappointed President Michael D. Higgins (affectionately referred to as Miggedly Higgins), signed the Health (Regulation of Termination of Pregnancy) Bill of 2018 into law. The final flourishes required to give the gift of choice to the women of Ireland will be applied by Minister for Health Simon Harris, via the signing of statutory instruments. This ...
a crutch is a means to a pillow to rest on for eyelids grown heavy and mind whittled down. feeble and feverish, the body a-tangle, absurd is the flesh.
as the sun settled you taught me the beauty in transience; drifting junk boats on the water, as creatures we’re fleeting, so let us collect all instants of ecstasy, gilded in memory, ephemeral in deed: indeed to be treasured.
the corporate colt-45 chants triple 6: the mark of the much-maligned beast. the spectre of ‘progress’; consistent and callous: bulldozing the dreams of small business owners, scorching the earth and upending the locals. an aging man pivots a sign on the door of his family store for the very last time, from ‘open’ to ‘closed’: the final rotation repeats in his dreams w...
stones of jade stay still – at her eyes envious. mountains move out of her way. brooks cease their babbling as rocks rearrange: beatified in her wake.
i sat and watched a kettle boil, as several lifetimes whipped by no heat passed through the coil. i dreamt i was standing on a mountain's edge, next i was clinging to a skyscraper's ledge, i pictured myself suspended high up in the sky, like my disbelief -- how'd my mouth get so dry? this cup of coffee will surely deliver the kick that i crave to grant me a sliver of mus...
arise to sunshine tickling the flora, the oaks and the pines manifesting an aura, the chills down your spine run rapid like bobsleds, in a race to the finish- line up and be placed on society’s conveyor belt or see through the hoax, our vision was tunneled, our best efforts coaxed, the focus on what’s next steals soul from the moment, pilfered and pawned o...
we lost ourselves in a swirl of smoke; in a hall of mirrors, leaving the museum, tapestries covered the floor, on the trudge through obfuscated eyes to the bierhaus, we lost us: now and then i revisit on occasion – then and now. II we stayed too long, missed the last tram home, and giggled like a clan of drunken hyenas. it was all a part of the plan...
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"have you ever stopped to consider how many people didn't screw up for you to be sitting here tonight?" mental health is a topic that is much more comfortable to avoid. it is a hard truth. as down as one may feel, i fully believe that the nature of the universe is an on/off system. everything is constantly in transition. even us. especially us. but yet, this is a topic we don't want to address, ...
i rolled out of my bed this morning, i admired the garden and picturesque awnings, whether trough or crest - well, i'd still be yawning, arabesque decor spells out "culture whore" it's a sad fact that the wealthy ignore, that nobody; not one person is keeping score, sweet fancy moses -- i would loathe to be bored at opulence compounded, could i ask for more? i gave it all u...
you must think i came down in the last shower snatched straight off the stork you’re oh so grown; holding all power in the palm of your hand understand THAT’S how you finesse a narrative apparently you can’t keep one straight: the story had changed before i finished my plate — events rearranged — still it strikes me as strange these tactics are mangy — go pla...
what i pine to see is more neo-soul and fewer neo-nazis more humanists with arms flung open wide embracing those in need of shelter like my ancestral brethren i want to see them settled in… “your own back yard” what i yearn to see: a future in which family planning is not a moral issue a future where cities are not swallowed by the sea ...
passers-by toss pennies into the fountain: wishing for fortune, or forgiveness, salvation, redemption… to feel.
no matter the muster to resist; the breeze that moves the leaves continues to blow, no matter the bluster, the willow holds branches waving to greet you and welcome you home no matter the yearning, or love you surrender, to summer's night sky, stars keep their distance: upon charcoal slate and cosmic canvas, a comic display twinkles an...
It appears to be a form of universal intuition that sound can deeply affect our physiological and emotional states. We see this in the meditative trance state induced by the chants of Buddhist monks. One could claim that far removed from spiritual practice, we can hear that one tune dropped in the club which instantly fills up the dance-floor and forces you to jack your body -- although I would sa...
darling do you realise, the mist that swirls inside your eyes? in the evening time, stretched wide to house the moon, you grin and check my vital signs, then trace the course of my palm-lines, etched paths twist and turn, converge, and all return to you, was it the tracing of your finger? at certain times you seem to linger, longer in my mind’s eye than the credit you’ve been d...
rorschach blotter soaked into bitter spittle, ink loaded heavy in my pen - and clumsy on the outlet, thoughts drowned quicker than bricks inside a bag of kittens, bound and tossed swiftly into winter's murky river, shattered squid attacks straight-shafted the first draft, redacted all detail of what it means to be a quitter.
i'm dipping my toes into the waters of music production once more -- take a listen if you're a fan of Madvillain, MF DOOM or just have ears and a couple of minutes to kill ;) you can check it out here! props to youtuber Redcomet_ for the acapella.
too much to digest: time’s up for mastication, noob meet rubix cube; more mental masturbation, mark it with an ‘x’ like some kind of destination, saw god reflected in the mirror at the train station, baggage -- slipped discs, backs out: big risk, stay in; go fish -- could’ve split the last dish, feeling bait like the fly on the hook, reeling? still shook — belly empty ton...