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
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
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
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
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
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
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