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Sunday, December 27, 2009

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

Friday, October 23, 2009

INK TRANSFERS MEANINGS


The norms and prescription of Bourgeois Civilisation,
burning fiercely in the cauldrons of rats-tail relativity...
My complicity is the fire that fuels the production
of the post-modern (man)/clone-ling's cancerous embers.
For every semblance of axiomatic meaning one creates
in the business that is day-to-day "living",
a compliant reproduction of a decadent order...
Comforting illusions, transmitted through radioactive airwaves,
as the natural march of the master species' effort liberating "progress"

Affluenza makes us FAT!
Don't fuck with a fat man's top hat!
Affluenza makes us FAT!
Don't fuck with a fat man's top hat!

A kaleidoscope of corrosive pills
to soothe the fragmented psyche,
A congested highway of life-affirming iconographic images
to tame the savages...
These are the products of a pantomime post industrial order,
seeking to proliferate a baby-killing arsenal of shiny pacifiers
Welcome to the glitzy glamour that is the superficial society
of rock gods and anorexic actresses and super-model goddesses...

Open wide...cum inside
Open wide...seeds that die
Open wide...step outside
Suicide genes...built into seeds

Another day of your mortal existence awaits,
for you are the chosen one...
Your ascension from the realms of cyber-anonymity
has been written into the grand narrative of social mobility,
but...remember that the trash needs to be taken out
with a bullet between the eyes, in order
to assassinate Uncle Sam's rewritten historical lies,
which grant him impunity from charges of the most heinous of war crimes!

Drop the bomb, drop the bomb, drop the bomb...motherfuckers!
Spread more propaganda, spread those memes of greed.
Kill the kids, kill the kids, kill the kids...motherfuckers!
Peace prize for Obama, Nobel for for doing what?

I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!

6/5/04 *reworked and edited on 16/5/09 and 24/5/o9)

Thursday, October 15, 2009

FORMULAIC PERSONAL-IS-POLITICAL RANT

though seasons passed
I never learnt
how to stop
the same old history
from repeating
yet again

the same old mess,
the same old stories,
and tragedies
played out yet again
pretend that it's not happening,
but it is and it will

battered and bruised
against the shore,
the steaks are more bloody and raw
this time around
around around around around
the freakshow circus unreality

denial disaster disorder dissociation
wrong spelling wrong format wrong formula wrong chemical
turn the page burn the eyes centre stage lost your brain
gone insane never wake from night mare people consume their opiates

22/6/09

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

WHEN GREED BECOMES DIVINE

angel of destruction
seeking the temerity of love eternal
his divine instructions -
feeding humanity's romance with Satan's gold

war crimes with impunity
all for the geostrategic control of liquid gold
new "king" speaks better english
but he is a terrorist just like all before

new world order upon us
only one remaining superpower
largest protest since Vietnam
before a bomb was dropped, and then came "shock and awe"

eight years on since "blowback"
and is the US any closer to "winning"?
send the fucking troops home
do the fuckwits know what the word "delusion" means?

this global recession
caused by neoliberalism gone berserk
the "end of history"
as predicted by anarcho-capitalists

angel of destruction
seeking the temerity of love eternal
his divine instructions -
feeding humanity's romance with Satan's gold

29-9-09

Monday, February 23, 2009

GRAFFIDIOT

Does it take a lot of guts to scratch a window while you pretend to wave at someone?

Does it really make you feel like a rebel?

Does it make you a hero to your friends or are you just angry at the world?

It doesn't really matter.

You're just another Graffidiot, making it more expensive for everyone else who uses public transport.

Well, everyone's had enough of you and there are now tough penalties to deal with you.

You can even go to jail, just like some of you already have.

It takes more guts to stop when some of the others can't.

Your life, your choice.


Well, I've got a confession to make...


I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is BUREAUCRAT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is ADVERTISEMENT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is BUREAUCRAT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is ADVERTISEMENT!


Somebody, please dob me in so that I can GO to JAIL!

February 2009