SELF ESTEEM

don't

some

people

have

anything

better

to

do

than

bitch

INVOCATION
OF
PSEUDO-RELIGIOSITY
IN
TIMES
OF
CONVENIENCE
(HYPOCRITE)

Inside our hearts,
a power immutable.
Compassion, kindness:
will cowards suck us dry?
Pure intentions,
love so indisputable.
Reach out to others;
the selfish shall wonder why.

Treat each other day
like another Christmas day.
Kind in every way;
not on show just for that day.
Human decency
in every interaction.
Love thy enemy,
not to please a deity.

Spineless hypocrites
will repent when it suits them.
Morals smashed to bits
as drunkards shy from heaven.
Self-righteous fingers
pointed at us atheists.
Who shall pray for her
as he beats the whore senseless?

Return each Sunday
to worship thy lord above.
Though sins are plenty,
they still do not own enough.
Another excuse
to lie, cheat, steal from the poor.
God will forgive you,
so keep knocking on his door.


3/1/11

BUKOWSKI BORES ME

Today, I received a phone call
from someone whose number
I had lost,
due to having my mobile phone
stolen
on a night,
in which the details
are sketchy
in the muddy banks
of my alcohol frazzled
memory.

The person calling
seemed rather sincere
in what he was saying,
but I detected
a hint
of an ulterior motive.

He told me that I could hang
at his decked-out abode,
rather than associate
with succubi
out to use and abuse me.

Just like everyone
else.

HOW TO SPELL CONTRADICTION

we love to go shopping
it makes us feel so happy
we love to drink poison
it makes us feel so happy
we love to go shopping
it fulfills our dreams
we love to smoke faggots
it makes us feel so 'moral'

we love to buy presents
it makes others reciprocate
we love to hit the bottle
it makes us so truthful
we love to receive presents
it makes us feels so loved
we love to beat up homos
it makes us feel so manly

we have no convictions
it makes us feel so empty
we abhor compassion
it's each man for himself
we have no convictions
it's all good as long as the weather's fair
we reject all the misfits
for AIDs is bleeding from their hearts

we must stamp out rebellion
we dare not think outside the box
we worship contradictions
it's innate to be greedy and selfish
we pay for the experience of rebellion
how much for those pre-faded, pre-torn jeans?
we deny the cognitive dissonance
for everything is OK; just pretend we are happy

we love to go shopping
we love to drink poison
we love to go shopping
we like to smoke faggots
we love to buy presents
we love to hit the bottle
we love to receive presents
we love to beat up homos

can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?

we love to go shopping
we love to drink poison
we love to go shopping
we like to smoke faggots
we love to buy presents
we love to hit the bottle
we love to receive presents
we love to beat up homos

can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?
can you tell me how to spell contradiction?

15/12/10

SYSTEM OVERLOAD










Guy Fawkes
Propaganda by deed
My vendetta
is yr corrupt culture
Blow up the paliament
Time warp terrorist
The blood
of protestants
arouses
my sentiments

I draw
dotted lines
in the moist sand
Pick up seashells
Throw them
in a cauldron
Concoct a spell
of liberation
The condemned
shall be free

Retreat
underground
as the weather
changes
There's no need
to blow up
the banks
For a sea change
has swept
us over

Electronica
Terrorista
Feed yr sisters
Free our brothers
Respect yr mothers
Kill our fathers
Chip away
at the mainframe
IMF
World Bank

Redistribute
the numbers
equally
Divide by
6.5 billion
Free the zealots
from their chains
Superflous
like coal trains

When the peons
share
the same
digits
No more
finacial midgets
For
in abundance
the value
of Godhead's
sacred symbols
become
null and void

A JOURNEY THRU DOORWAYS OF DECADENCE



from the planet Pluto i departed
then i landed on this earthly cauldron of pestilence
fuck the corporate cretins and the wars that they have started
this is but a distant echo of the replication of decadence

did i get here in that garbage fuelled car:
the one with the futuristic flip up doors?
i was laying down in a dream gazing up at the stars
and those mushroom enhanced tablets opened up the doors

so much apathy on this sheep-fucker's paradise
so many sheep on this illegitimate genocidal island:
the post-Utopian failures of the failure to communicate
as the inconveniences and riff raff keep on dying
and the baby-killing war criminals continue to extricate
and the corporate cuntish media keep on lying
and the cretins in high castles and steeples continue to feed us hate
while the BAH BAH BAH consumers keep on buy buy buying

why must i keep on throwing the same nonsense back in the collective face of the converted?
may the nth dimension of universal love bless the innocents now departed
from the source, back to the source, flows the currents of karma
that supposedly 'highly evolved' creatures have started

there is nothing more i can say that is not a cliché
and from the beginning, i had nothing new to say
everyday should be a peaceful day in each and every way
but it's never going to happen until the hyper-greedy go away

the pollution...the pollution...the pollution...
the solution...the solution...the solution...

pop a fucking cap in their holy temples
then leave the fuckers the choice to join the free or die

the pollution...the pollution...the pollution...
the revolution...the revolution...the revolution...

will not be televised, nor Stalinised, nor sanitised
and there will not be a leadership of the conceitedly wise

bloood will flow
heads will roll
equality
the beautiful end

so this is the beginning and the end
of the drifter's journey that i am still on

28/2 to 3/3/10

A STAB AT HUMANITY


hack thru the bones
to find the broken shells of shame.
strangers at home
casting a silent spell of war games.

if i trace the fragments
in a fragmented collective memory,
i hear empty threats
and the cataclysmic tortured screams of regrets.

we can claim the moral high-ground
but what makes us believe
that human life is
the Everest of value?

inside our whispered taunts,
are the decaying innards of
our humanistic,
mass-murdering hypocrisy!

i still remember
but how will you remember
when you are dismembered;
just one less inconvenience.

"there is no way to peace --
peace is the way."

A Sad State Of Freedom by Nazim Hikmet

You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves of which you'll taste not a morsel; you are free to slave for others-- you are free to make the rich richer. The moment you're born they plant around you mills that grind lies lies to last you a lifetime. You keep thinking in your great freedom a finger on your temple free to have a free conscience. Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape, your arms long, hanging, your saunter about in your great freedom: you're free with the freedom of being unemployed. You love your country as the nearest, most precious thing to you. But one day, for example, they may endorse it over to America, and you, too, with your great freedom-- you have the freedom to become an air-base. You may proclaim that one must live not as a tool, a number or a link but as a human being-- then at once they handcuff your wrists. You are free to be arrested, imprisoned and even hanged. There's neither an iron, wooden nor a tulle curtain in your life; there's no need to choose freedom: you are free. But this kind of freedom is a sad affair under the stars. Translated by Taner Baybars

BREAK(CHRISTMAS)FAST FAST ASLEEP


pinned all my hopes on a major cleft
in a stark, lifeless wasteland with nothing left
the shells of what used to be life were bereft
of a moral thief who had fallen victim to an act of wanton theft

on this matter, so much more can be said
but just like the threat of tampa claus,
some things are better left unsaid
better left alone like the cadavers of the the undead

on this Christmas just past, i spent all day in bed:
the result of a morning gutter pill cocktail of excess
i'm so glad i didn't have any dirty laundry to air;
not that a day like yesterday is beyond compare,
for i spent all day last Christmas in a state of despair

unkempt hair, loss of sentiment, segments of a tortured soul;
all because of partial success, followed by an opportunistic act of theft
and i care not for what the lucky thieves stole
except for the irretrievable pieces of my soul, which are now lost and dead

just when one thinks that one is starting to move forward, get ahead --
karma comes back to haunt you, dish out the sabre of death
for every taste of pain and suffering, yet another test
of character, of how much strength and resolve one still has left

in this world we live in, it's not about who's heart is the best
no, it's an upside-down, inside-out cesspit of the blood of innocents,
that works in the favour of selfish, greedy, and soulless cretins,
who use and abuse others, and treat them in all the ways that i detest
yes, the world is devoid of justice, karma is a bitch and life is unfair
but if you let go of expecting it to be perfect,
then you have already begun to pass the test
so unfurl your wings, let the wind carry you away

stop working so hard, let go, and teach yourself how to have fun and play
stop dwelling on the mistakes and failures of many dark yesterdays
remember that the future brings infinite possibilities of many glorious todays
if the whole world is dumping misery on you in each and every way,
it's because there is more than a salt-shaker to the passé cliché
that misery is a homicidal twerp that loves nothing more than miserable company

there is a tried and tested way in which to achieve long-lasting happiness
it starts with a decision and then concerted effort and commitment
let go of worldly attachment and all ego-flattering illusions of achievement
and while cynics and conservatives may claim that it is in our nature to be acquisitive,
we can bypass our primitive desires of greed with the power of reason
and ignore the consumer whore directives of this most gluttonous of seasons

isn't it incredible how we can all love and hate, and feel happy and sad
and how there is only a fine line between being a genius and being labelled 'mad'
to still be alive and intact and sane is why i am glad
that i am human and imperfect and flawed and free

and in spite of all my mistakes and regrets,
if i could go back in time, i wouldn't change a single fucking thing;
for i am glad that i spent Christmas in bed all day...
two years running; i may just make a yearly tradition of it

26/12/09