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 ciggie butt

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

With bullshit much abound

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

GUIDE TO GENTLE REFUSAL

Pop some benzos to take my mind to the nth zone
Of consciousness, living my life vicariously
In an envious mess of straight people especially
My headspace is floating as my ego could take some bloating
The rat race enslaving so I set my sights on escaping
Can’t be like the others following the footsteps of their fathers
Aggro, abusive bastards, believing in the need for their harsh words
This life: so fucking absurd, intriguing in all it’s confusion
We’ll all get our just desserts, start bleeding in gentle refusal
What have we got in reserve? Hearts needing a careful perusal
Where we get what we deserve, minds leaving with peaceful excuses

A road turned is another lesson learned
Throw it in the mix and watch it all burn
A heart moved is another soul set loose
When life drags you down, it’s time to refuse

Reality sure bites when people don’t know wrong from right
It’s given me such a fright that I’ve recoiled and set my sights
On fighting into the night until I finally see the light
Of a new day in the height of madness that overrides
All good sense, things so tense in the blur of a big mess
Tossed over the fence, shit making sense less and less
But that’s the nonsense I’ve pretty much come to expect
Where love is absent, a sad life without much success
When you’ve been stripped of all pride, there’s not much left inside
Except the memories of lies and all the tears you’ve cried

A road turned is another lesson learned
Throw it in the mix and watch it all burn
A heart moved is another soul set loose
When life drags you down, it’s time to refuse

This ain't no telethon event, it’s the story of a negatron
Who’s always looking for ways to vent his bitter, deep-seated frustrations
There’s no way in hell he can repent for all the well-aimed transgressions
Into all the good things heaven sent, brought on by his indignation
At all the cruel things done unto him that bring about social relations
Between bitter rivals under the sun, a twisted kind of invocation
Of hatred inside a matrix of resentment and melancholic elation
Who has waited on spoilt fakers who’s daddies paid for their posh vocations?
I wait with baited breath to see the brats toppled from their high positions
I’ll be so elated when I take full control and make all my own decisions

A road turned is another lesson learned
Throw it in the mix and watch it all burn
A heart moved is another soul set loose
When life drags you down, it’s time to refuse

HANGING ON A PRAYER

I know you didn’t dig it
The anxiety inside of you
But we never got to walk
Hand in hand in the park
You would have liked it
I can safely assume that
Two lovers entwined
In the beauty of nature
Happy all of the time
What’s not to like dear?

Hanging on a prayer
To the gods I don’t believe
The things you never said
I try so hard to conceive
So I keep hanging on
Hoping you’d take me back 

I miss what we had
All the things we did
And never got to do
Together forever
In the grip of love
Heart against heart
What could have been
The wonderful times
The laughs to share
The smile on your face

Hanging on a prayer
To the gods I don’t believe
The things you never said
I try so hard to conceive
So I keep hanging on
Hoping you’d take me back

If you took me back
Things would be different
We’d both be free
No more chemical handcuffs
Clean living for real
Reality faced head on
Health and happiness
The main prerogative
Of any special time
That we’d spend together

Hanging on a prayer
To the gods I don’t believe
The things you never said
I try so hard to conceive
So I keep hanging on
Hoping you’d take me back

Can you imagine at all
A better future for us
Not just like before
Controlled by outside forces
Like I said earlier on
No more needles in the hay
No reliance on substances
Couldn’t stress this more 
There will be real changes
This time around my darling

Hanging on a prayer
To the gods I don’t believe
The things you never said
I try so hard to conceive
So I keep hanging on
Hoping you’d take me back 

Will the gods heed my call
Before I’m washed upon the shore?
Can I keep my head up tall
Before I completely fall?

HOPE IS IMPORTANT

So much loss I’d have to endure

In a matter of just months this year:

My home, my soul mate, my friends

My peace of mind, my sanity

Reality twisting and turning

Like a torture contraption

Trapping me in these cycles

Of dejection and resignation

To the cruel fate inflicted upon me

By the hands of time gone wrong

Slipping away as if by grand design

The world is trying it’s darndest

To drag me down into the mud

To grind me into the ground

But I shall put an end the rain

Pouring down from my weary eyes

And remember the endless possibilities

For renewal, healing and growth

That comes from dwelling in hell

Upon this earth so tarnished

By the wicked hand of things

Beyond our mortal control

Spanners in the shifting winds

Of times that test our resolve

Things surely must get better

When everything is out of control

From the depths of suffering

Comes compassion for others

And the strength to survive anything

That this cruel world can throw at us

I’ve been through turmoil

That almost completely destroyed me

In possibly the worst year of my life

But I’m still standing here

With a heart that works

And two hands and two feet

What more could I ask for

Than the opportunity for change?

I shall count my blessings

And they are still many

In spite of the darkness

Threatening to engulf all and sundry

I am lucky to have survived

For this long in this cruel world

That contradicts itself

By throwing great beauty

In the face of the staunchest pessimist

Disarming him for just a moment

For him to find a glimmer of hope

Amidst his negatron constructions

Of impending dark clouds

Yes, I confess to being that person

But I still have a spark or two left

To start my struggling engine again

There is still hope where some saw none

It’s undeniable that hope is important

I must keep reminding myself of this

When you’ve lost almost everything

You can only find yourself again

Free from the bondage of excess

The things you no longer require

To clutter up your fragile mind

I shall find myself again

Yes, hope is important

REBEL JUSTIFIABLY REBORN WITH JUSTIFIABLE CAUSE

How the wheels have turned since I fell from grace
All the things I yearn give a bitter taste
Watch the fire burn, my love gone to waste
All the points I’d earned now bring me much pain
What’s the big concern with the about face
Not hard to discern reasons for the rain
Heard them say those words, oh what shit they say
Starting now to learn not to rush each race
Things could not get worse, gone without a trace
Insatiable thirst, wish they’d go away

Time waits for no man, must do what I can
Try to understand Godhead’s master plan
God is mine alone, the love I’ve been shown
Wisdom I have known in life’s whirlpool blown
And God, he is me, why can’t people see,
That we are all free to do as we please

Revolt at the gates of heaven’s decline
Resigned to my fate, a blessing in time
Such a bitter taste pitted against wine
Choices made in haste as teeth start to grind
Mind state not too great, it’s time to rewind
Filled with fear and hate, fall further behind
Don’t like much to wait behind the white line
Reverse the brain drain, really troubling signs
Demons must be slain for things to be fine
Time to sieze the day, the onus is mine

Chance waits for no man, must rise where I stand
Try to lend a hand, this god’s failing plan
Life is mine alone, the pain I have known
The seeds I have sown, in time I have grown
The fool, he can’t see his real enemies
Hiding in the trees, decay and disease

Chaos breaks at dawn in a restless town
All the pages torn by a bat shit clown
The path walked well worn, the pressure unwound
Their words make me yawn, death stares all around
A rebel reborn, they can’t drag me down
Mild-mannered man roars, the deafening sound
A non-violent force strong enough to drown
Fat cats at the source of many folks' frowns
Emotion so raw with passion unbound
Let’s fight the class war, tactics well-renowned

Resistance is born of hearts broke and torn
Liars makes me yawn at the break of dawn
King upon his throne wants the wealth alone
Til our lids have blown, a story well known
Take back the power in the prime hour
Watch the pricks cower in their high towers

TWIN SOULS NEVER FULLY SEPARATE

Two souls torn apart after an uncomfortable start
I’m left here devastated trying hard to pick up the pieces
And hold on to at least some semblance of sanity
You meant more than the entire universe to me
But without you here by my side, everything seems harder
As I remain caught up in a war inside my weary head
Nothing seems right, but memories pull me through
To the other side of the abyssal hole inside of my heart
Shown now to be as fragile as a crystal glass bird
It was shattered into the fragments of a million pieces
The fire that burnt inside it will never die out though
It will shine a light for you: then, now and forever after
A soul mate comes along maybe once in a lifetime
And I have no doubt that’s exactly what you were
That’s why I will keep searching for a way to get back there
The place where we’re not only meeting in dreamland
I hold out hope that we will one day hold each other again
It’s the only thing that keeps me going in this lonely life
I just know that I will find my darling again before I'm spent
I will move heaven and earth and not rest until I finally do

OUTSIDER BLOWING BUBBLES: ONE VERSE

Come and take a trip inside the outsider’s mentality
Watch me as I sit in a ditch to avoid reality
Somehow the shoe fits just right in a twisted fantasy
I lay down big hits on my despicable enemies
Different day, same shit, more and more of the same trouble
Blood inside syringe, as cracks appear I blow bubbles
From cheap detergent, call me the crazy insurgent
Yet more accidents done on purpose, no consequence
Stupid government keeps on punishing addiction
Numb skull president, his views no longer relevant

AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE

Nothing left to say
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 of your wealth
Refusal to stay sober
Destruction of good health
Not over til 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

SOLD AND ROLLED

Mold the image that’s been sold to the highest bidders
Told a story icy cold from the cashed up winners
Rolled once again, same new old soul destroying tactics
Bold words spit forth from footholds so deep in concrete
Worlds collide, a string of pearls to shoot and kill for
Swallow my pride, the king awaits his loot and bills more
Into this night he spreads misery through hell’s doors
Pitiful plight, he’s dead and so hungry and red raw
Never did fight back, head so weary, drew short straws
Nothing left intact, said he’s sorry on the floor

It’s all laid out on a smorgasbord
They’re all paid to stab him with a sword
Demons slain to catch him out of place
Constant pain shall match his sorry face

See the wreckage brought about by idle hands sinning
The full damage was apparent from the beginning
Dump the baggage holding you back from full potential
It’s the package straight from the heart that shines real crucial
You make amends when you stop pretending it’s OK
To build a fence when you’re interacting at coal face
Things may get tense if you don’t change your wicked ways
Body for rent as you get caught up in a blaze
Still quite incensed, as much as you’ve been for six days
Time to relent, stop running round in that thick maze

Don't bow down to the dark overlord
He's got you tripping over cords
Mental patient mentality
Is your mind's new discovery

THE TRUMAN SHOW HAS GOT TO GO BEFORE THINGS START TO BLOW UP

Wolves once disguised as sheep

Now in wolve's clothing

All pretense now stripped

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