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

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
Thursday, July 02, 2020
MONKEY DO
Monday, June 01, 2020
LOVE/COMPASSION
GLIMMER ON
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
ROTTING CADAVERS OF JUSTICE
Are like a wishing well full of all the tears I've cried
In order to get over how fucked up this world and the people in it are
Nobody wants to step out of line, they just wanna be superstars
In a reality TV show about their boring lives full of mediocrity
But they're so out of touch with reality that they're living in a fantasy
Having kinky sex with with their enemies, not lover or special friend
But in the end it amounts to nothing, just a game of let's pretend
That everything is alright, that there's light in the darkness
But we've lost our minds and decided to jump off a cliff without a harness
On the merry go around
Have been many I found
Then lost again after that
Just like all those feral cats
Why must we march to the tune
Of a boring afternoon
There will a revolt soon
Release those labelled loons
All the crimes they've punished me for me for unjustly
Are like a living hell full of innocent freaks
Condemned from the outset like all witches burnt at the stake
It's time now how to reflect on how we miss out on cake
When doing hard time inside stuck with all your mates
Tossed aside and stripped of pride for making mistakes
Some of which were done out of sheer desperation
Life's no so much fun under regimentation
A prison system within a racist nation
Backward punishment train fines for poor and homeless
All these attacks on the poor obscene and senseless
Hear the siren screech on time
Designed to control the mind
The do it over again
There's no valid half defense
For such inhumane treatment
Of our fellow humans
Race to the darkest bottom.
The whole system is rotten
Thursday, April 30, 2020
MEALS SERVED COLD
fuck it don't delay stick it to the man in his ivory tower
mates taking more than they should steal the queen's crown
the water snake ran away from justice hiding behind the powers that be
the useless coward shitting all over those who were once his friends
what a mistake the gutless fool made snitched one time too plenty
not wasting another hour so hate him why not i don't pretend
that i could have the least bit of mercy on the spineless snitch
me the crazy gung ho cowboy vigilante who dishes out meals
so frozen that i use iced tea time to key posh cars and rob the rich
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
ADVICE FROM ONE OF TIME'S ALL TIME GREATEST ASSASSINS
We can be certain of very few things in the confusing journey of life
Except that each and every passing moment will be long gone
While memories of happy and sublime times, pain and darkness
Remain in the neural pathways of burning, overclocked brains
Time does not wait around for the indolent to take action
Nor does it take mercy on those who repeat the same history
The fate of the fool who does the same thing over and over again
And waits around nervously expecting a totally different result
As a drifter who has wasted half his life running to the same dead ends
I implore every one of you to make the most of each and every day
For each moment could very well be your very last in purgatory
Yes time waits for nobody and it can sweep you aside effortlessly
If you allow it to tick on over without putting in your best effort
And before you know it most of your life has gone past in a blurry flash
As memories of failures past and present haunt you each day
This is a reflection on a life only half lived at the best of times
The same old sad story playing on loop like a broken record
But if you were to scratch the surface like a skilled turntabalist does
You may bring into fruition the many marvels which groundhog day offers
And actually create that which the heart desires and the mind conceives of
As you live each and every moment to the edge of the boundary of full
And not lay to waste all the potential you always held in your hands
From day one in the ground zero that was the wreckage of your life
So waste not another moment while you are still alive and kicking
And heed the advice of one of time's most highly skilled assassins
Dont allow the ghosts of past defeats drag you down and into oblivion
Or before you know it you will have drowned in despairing resignation
To all that you cannot retrieve from the ashes of yesterday's failures
For half a lifetime can go by in the blink of an eye out for an eye
Let go of all fear, self-loathing and hatred for your enemies as best that you can
For life is too short for one to be caught up in these roadblocks to time well spent