The Poetician's Paradise
Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Monday, October 09, 2023
BAD CHOICES
Sunday, July 10, 2022
BEYOND THE BOTTOM OF ROCK BOTTOM
I've been to the bottom of rock bottom
only to find it's got a new bottom
becomes your new lot when your luck's rotten
thirteen splintered pieces falling
from face broken mirror's calling
out for me to fucking listen
teaching me my greatest lesson
embrace the new count my blessings
possibilities abound
in each moment yet to come
things yet to see to be found
keep keeping on don't you run
this time they won't steal my crown
no more gloating time has come
to grind snakes deep in the ground
their time well and truly come
I've been dragged deep into puddles of mud
only to come out tougher than the rest
soul got sold and heart's been under attack
though it still beats it's been put to the test
a heart that hurts is a heart that still works
navigating through so much injustice
not retreating to all dark places worse
incarceration through unjust sentence
deafening siren sounds
indicate time for muster
unhinged heads back in the ground
before the screws can bust ya
for trying to make them frown
poison spreading like cancer
in cells where men are space bound
freedom of mind the answer
only to find it's got a new bottom
becomes your new lot when your luck's rotten
thirteen splintered pieces falling
from face broken mirror's calling
out for me to fucking listen
teaching me my greatest lesson
embrace the new count my blessings
in each moment yet to come
things yet to see to be found
keep keeping on don't you run
this time they won't steal my crown
no more gloating time has come
to grind snakes deep in the ground
their time well and truly come
only to come out tougher than the rest
soul got sold and heart's been under attack
though it still beats it's been put to the test
a heart that hurts is a heart that still works
navigating through so much injustice
not retreating to all dark places worse
incarceration through unjust sentence
indicate time for muster
unhinged heads back in the ground
before the screws can bust ya
for trying to make them frown
poison spreading like cancer
in cells where men are space bound
freedom of mind the answer
Friday, March 04, 2022
TIME BOMB
Saturday, February 26, 2022
CHAIN REACTION
Thursday, July 01, 2021
EVER PRESENT DANGER
i went to the edge of a perilous ledge
then hedged all my bets on unpaid debts
all of my regrets unresolved yet
in once incensed breath she wished me dead
explosive anger ever present danger
lyrical wanker doing no real favours
those words they sank her crazy cowboy ranger
criminal gangster various jaded flavours
greedy fly banker money abject failure
model prisoner behind bars in hakea
but there are no bars except where you are
locked down in concrete accepting defeat
hustler superstars stealing fast flash cars
don't bring down more heat than we really need
so doomed from the start we fell worlds apart
each day on repeat like a broken record
we know who we are with each day in hell
went all the way back to see where the trace leads
Friday, October 16, 2020
SCREWDRIVER SUN THERAPY
Thursday, September 24, 2020
MY JULIET
all the hours now wasted
empty black holes tasted
didn't think I'd make it
even though I just take it
too much for one to fake
all surrounding walls shake
when I fall much further
from gravity's centre
where things don't get better
so I wrote this letter
to make my feelings clear
as the passing of years
put aside all my fears
to bring you this fresh news
didn't want to leave you
hanging without a clue
as to what you should do
about the history
between the two of us
love still a mystery
I can't seem to work out
you are still my Juliet
on fire my heart you set
that's why I get so upset
every time I think of you
all the things that might have been
between the two of us that
never had a chance to be
oh Juliet come back to me
destroy the holy temple
nothing quite so gentle
like flooded sea vessels
caught in a losing battle
where one meets one's maker
who's power could break us
there's so much at stake here
not just words and fake tears
from movers and shakers
who's motives should wake us
to such tragic failures
like karma strikes traitors
no escape from it's grip
we all did what we did
when pressure blew our lids
and we closed our eye lids
to the truth before us
now settled in the dust
when we did what we did
we were only just kids
you are still my Juliet
on fire my heart you set
that's why I get so upset
every time I think of you
all the things that might have been
between the two of us that
never had a chance to be
oh Juliet come back to me
love is more than just a
four letter word for us
to fit a person to
it's what we choose to do
I just can't understand
why you chose what you chose
into harm's way you ran
the emperor wears no clothes
twas all part of God's plan
to divide and conquer
partially driven by
envy of yours truly
love is shown through actions
which speak louder than words
it's deeper than the ocean
the way it unfolds: absurd
one things still remains true
after all is said and done
strong is my love for you
don't you dare choose to run
you are still my Juliet
on fire my heart you set
that's why I get so upset
every time I think of you
all the things that might have been
between the two of us that
never had a chance to be
oh Juliet come back to me