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i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

KARMA IS A'COMING

Push an otherwise meek man far enough
And he will eventually go off like a time bomb
Tick tick ticking indignant yet cathatic chaos
In it's full glory for all the bullies to witness

Soulless sycophants fellating corporations 
As tools help line the pockets of fat cats
At the expense and suffering of good people
Held down by the hatred and envy of others

What goes around really does come around
Yes, all despicable acts run their due course
Evil people should all know this one thing
Karma is a bitch that runs full circle always

I'm not in the business of spreading hatred
There are already enough people doing that
For me to want to join in with the twisted orgy
Is it too much too soon to ask for peace and love?

They can give it their best of best fucking shot
But they will never be able to destroy us completely
For even inside prison there is freedom from within
The hearts and mind of the neglected and downtrodden

Sunday, May 19, 2019

SIGNALS ON DELAY


Nothing left to say
After all is said and done
Gone down the wrong way
Everything under the sun
Change your ways today
Or chase away all the fun
Keep the wolves at bay
You've had an extended run
Fall down in dismay
Your time has finally come

Confusion sweeping over
As you do it to yourself
The end is coming closer
To losing all your wealth
Refusal to stay sober
Destruction of good health
It’s over when it's over
Go places you've never delved

Escape from the rays
Beaming down over you
Don't go old and grey
Doing the things you do
Don't you feel betrayed
By the girl's latest moves
Signals on delay
Won't be of much use
Still the same remains
Don't you get confused

Confusion sweeping over
Yes, you do it to yourself
The end is drawing nearer
You’re losing all the wealth
Try harder to stay sober
Path back to solid health
Not over ‘til it’s over
All the things you have felt

Saturday, May 04, 2019

THE CURE

What’s the cure for a broken heart?
One that has been shattered into a million pieces
By the cruel hand of difficult circumstances
In the lives of both the broken and the heartbreaker

Is there glory in letting go of the fear
Of getting your heart pulled out and crushed again
By someone who was once just a mere stranger
But now grown fonder with each smiling exchange?

Just when you thought you’d never risk it again
Along comes a kindred soul who recognises
You for the strengths others view as weakness
And treats you just as they would like to be treated

You recognize that you are developing feelings
Yet you can’t let go of that special soul mate 
Now departed and no longer a feature in your life
So you begin to fear you’ll never be able to move on

By default you move another one into the friend zone
Like all the other amazing women who have entered
Into the forefront of a life you thought wasn’t worth living
After the devastating blow that put an end to love eternal

Some things burn eternally like the flame you hold
For the one who actually went and did the unthinkable
By putting a distance between forever and your love
Now left languishing in the memories you can’t let go of

But there has to come a time when you finally move on
A time to take a risk and begin to live your life in full again
Where you experience that wonderful feeling
That is love which is true, unfettered and unconditional

Until that time come you’ll continue to wonder to yourself 
What might have been if you had only exercised restraint 
The day when things started falling apart at the seams
Isn’t it possible to hold her close and love somebody else too?

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

REUNION PUB PARTY

When we meet again my dear friend
I won't pretend that my heart's not broken
Said so much nonsense in the end
Wish I could send you words not yet spoken
I miss you so much, I've lost touch
With all the stuff that keeps my heart burning
Been doing it tough, not enough
Friendships do last, that's what I've been learning
Heard that you're married, so sorry
It's not with me, you sure did act in haste
No, I'm not angry, I'm happy
If you're happy, but these words are a waste
Of my precious time, though these rhymes
About my "crimes" are written in good faith
A piece of my mind, by and by
Don't ask me why I bother at this stage
To express the pain of my loss
There's been so much rain after the days of rage
Oh my aching brain paid the cost
So I missed the train, but it's never too late

PARK

It was 7am when the crowds gathered
We danced like nothing else mattered
Jubilation park where dreams were shattered
Perilous place near a river's mouth
We kept eating those silly noodles
Right in front of the pool that overflowed
We were never ourselves again that morning
No more ever afters in a rehab so boring

I saw you when I saw you

You left me when you left me
Meet again in dreamland
And we'll never be apart again
I can't see what's with all the fuss
I'm better at making dollars and cents
Unless that dollar has not been earned
But I've still got a long way to go

Heaven became eight in the morning

Morning turned into a new dawning
Camouflage, torches do some warning
That was two summers ago my love
A summer so close to my heart
Do you remember how happy we were
The bare naked flame thrown away
Then the stars started to shine again

I saw you when I saw you

You left me when you left me
Meet again in dreamland
And we'll never be apart again
I can't see what's with all the fuss
I'm better at making dollars and cents
Unless that dollar has not been earned
But I've still got a long way to go

Remember the painting we did

Of the bridge before we hid
Remember the lighter and deodorant
In case of danger or attack 
Remember the merry-go-around
Holding on to each other's hands
Remember the race me and Dave had
Which I won despite him cheating

Monday, April 22, 2019

HOLY WOOD MASQUERADE BALL

Wolves once disguised as sheep
Now in wolve's clothing
All pretense stripped away
I can feel their leering eyeballs
Pointed at the small of my back
But the knives are blunted off
As if by grand design or providence
There are psychic channels to feed 
And manufactured truths waiting for mass consumption
Contestants to be be voted out
When survival is paramount for a free ride
Courtesy of a woman trapped inside the Truman Show
And the show must go on forever
As there are deep pockets to line
And somebody's heart is pulled apart
So piece by little piece of the child inside dies
He has a pure heart and been truthful for far too long now
Must learn to lie to protect himself from the others
Whose lies have derailed him from his purpose
Of revolution and universal spiritual growth
Been an infant laughing stock for over three long decades
Sold as novelty in a long line of washed up products
Without the slightest hint of a disclosure statement
And ethics were out the windows at the show's premiere
But god and his minders had better watch out
The once helpless, cute little puppy is evolving
And he has set his sights for the jugular
So he's not stopping until he kills off his detractors
With a cocktail of truth, determination and kindness
May the fun and games begin and rebellion be in full flourish

Saturday, August 26, 2017

THE FAT CAT MASTER'S BAIT

Though my whole world is constantly under attack, I’m still an ethical criminal with the decency clean skins lack
You think society’s got your back, but it’s only still intact by sending the weak off the beaten track
It’s a story of exploitation, even more than poison peddlers take advantage of a junkie’s addiction
Submit instead of causing friction and mayhem in a fucked up, happy whore capitalist system
Forget about conventional wisdom, you can’t be of assistance to the lives of the down-trodden
If you’ve been bought off in the first instance by the noose that is blind adherence to consumerism
And it’s dictates, as it were fate that all you’ve seemed to do of late is to buy more useless shit inside a pearly gate
Such a sorry state, I just hate how we’ve all swallowed the fat cat master’s bait and become so complacent we can’t shake
The shackles around our wrists and ankles, resigned ourselves to the deafening beat of a humiliating defeat 
Of our interests collectively, bought off by a buy until you die orgy eclipse that keeps dollars firmly entrenched within filthy rich families

They control all and sundry while ruthlessly dropping happy bombs on their enemies with the aid of armoured metal killing machines
Watch it happen on TV, soon terrorists will finally be free from causing chaos to infidel families as they please 
They will soon be sorry, just a part of another media story about good guys defeating bad guys who have been killing us indiscriminately
Innocents they kill mainly with explosives made in a perpetual war promoting factory who’s owners cash in handsomely
Just like all shareholders with a foothold in the belly of a military industrial complex that’s been killing niggers for centuries
It’s quite plain for all to see that war is good for the economy, that’s why we spend so much money on stealing resources from weak, defenceless countries
Why put so much energy into revealing this great travesty using long sentences held together by the vitality of a ghetto rhyming strategy
Because it really gotten to me, this life so meaningless and empty in a society in which control mechanisms to herd sheep are aplenty 
I wanna smash it all up and watch all the fault lines erupt, destroy the structures erected by the hands of slaves to a humanity so greedy and corrupt
When all the shopping centres shut will we all fall into a rut of misery and emptiness when it disrupts our daily routines like a hammer smashing down on a bit bit

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

QUICKSAND SUSPENDED

I crossed another divide
Between insanity and a nice place
Watched as people did collide
Speaking profanity, a bitter taste
Nothing really to excite
When real hardcore junkies act in haste
Lessons to help me decide
Rather die than live in waste
Reason to claim back some pride
Nothing is doomed to stay the same
I can have control inside
Stop treating life like a child's game

Possibilities abound
With each passing day
Crash rich kids' parties renowned
For decadent ways
Beanie replaced with a crown
For the timid thing
Sick of being pushed around
No longer nothing

Then I finally arrived
In the vicinity of the Bronx 'hood
That's why I carry a knife
With the propensity to do what should
Be done in a moral crisis
Truth can set us all free, would if I could
Do it, rather than just write it
The calling of the man misunderstood
I no longer wish to fight it
The slander of the words haters mistook
Thinking I would somehow like it
Noticing the glare of a dirty look

Just because I don't speak it
With much conviction
Doesn't mean I don't need it
To be met with respect
You think I won't dare do it
Start to cause friction
Just you wait 'til I lose it
Not quite what you'd expect 

Her love makes me feel alive
Every sister trying to reach out to me
Able to look and realise
That we don't always have to just disagree
Visions of a legend's rise
When I finally set my tortured soul free
From all the parasites' lies
Beware the spiky thorns on lemon trees
Sour like the tears I've cried
Macho conditioning: a sad disease
That ensures tough men try
Only violent acting so they can please

Endless enemies surround
The paranoid man
The party's come to town
Sum is greater than
Evolved beings hear the sounds
Of truth through quicksand
Suspended off the ground 
Though hard to understand

YOU CAN DO IT: A DIDACTIC RANT (ORIGINALLY POSTED AS A FACEBOOK UPDATE)

A spanner in the works is the manager at the shitty job you hate being an arsehole and testing your patience and resolve. You can overcome it by ignoring the problem and pretending it's not there or you can face it head on and tell it that you will not let it's negative influence have a bearing on how you carry on with your day to day affairs. Replace the negative with a new attitude and you can, not only withstand setbacks, but also let it be the impetus for not going backwards again. From harrowing lows come the possibility for new beginnings. It all starts with a positive outlook and the determination that you will not allow the folly of the past overshadow what you can do in the here and now to make good out of a bad situation in which all the bad outcomes are likely to be as impending as dark clouds rolling in as predicted by weather forecasters. A good attitude goes a long way towards change, growth and renewal of the soul. Don't succumb to the path of least resistance that involves heading towards the dark side of purgatory. Chin up soldier. It's not all doom and gloom. There's always a silver lining after every devastating storm. Remember there is always hope no matter how hopeless a situation seems. Believe in the possibility for transformation in a seemingly stagnant and sad reality that your life has become. Nothing is out of your fingers' grasp. You can and will overcome that spanner that has wreaked havoc in your life. Tragedies and dramas do not have to be unavoidable events that destroy your will to transcend your mortal limitations, afflicting some more than others. The universe rewards effort. Never give up. Stay strong. Things are on the way up. It's the only logical conclusion for the future ahead. You can fix it. No mess is beyond repair. Just remember not to be that negatron. Positive thoughts and wishes only. Anything is possible and the sky is the limit. So what are you sitting around twiddling your thumbs for? Go for it my fellow confused traveller through this unrelenting test that is what passes for reality. You can get what you want and bring all your dreams into fruition. The key is dedication, determination and self-belief. If you know in your heart that you are a capable, competent person, then you can and will achieve things you never imagined possible. The future is in your hands. Go out there and give it your best. That's all one can do. Sure beats bowing down in defeat. So go for it, my friend.

LOWS OF THE HIGH LIFE

I was living the high life, never far from great strife
At least by my lowly standards of straying far wayward
I had cash packed, stashed away, half ball habit a day
I had truly gone astray, more than a passing phase
My head in a complete daze, hiding from a sense of shame
Hard to change my wicked ways, pretending it’s just a game
Hiding from the dead sun’s rays, mistakes wait to be erased
The grave is where I shall lay, if I don’t have a proper say
When the sky turned to grey shades, my ethics I did betray
Excuse this whole moral haze, not the way this man was raised

Age of moral decline with the whereabouts of the fine white line
In patches of sunshine caught in the afterglow of rays out of time
Confront them, not a crime, what they want from me is to never grow
I’ll take back what is mine, take my dignity and put it on show

I was living day to day, cut off from the future
My deck of cards start to blaze, guided by deep failure
May the critics have their say, I shall simply wait right here
To read yet another page of the debauched trash paper
What’s with the new yuppie fad that’s got them all hooked tight
Sometimes I’m so fucking glad I've finally seen the light
Instead of doing that whack consumer whore bore routine
Those people must all be mad, following magazine
Prescriptions of what’s bad, so bad it's setting new trends
Sheeple decline is so sad, shackled means to a dead end

Age of moral decline with the whereabouts of the fine white line
In patches of sunshine caught in the afterglow of rays out of time
Confronting not a crime, what they want from me is to never grow
I’ll take back what is mine, take my dignity and put it on show