dirty syringes in the playground
we both sighed in disgust
merry-go-around, monkey bars,

plastic slides and yellow sand

we climbed to the top of the platform

where the slides began
anchors away, down the slide
simple pleasures for jaded minds
it felt like magic again
just like it used to feel

all those years long ago
the merry-go-around next

head spin like the first cigarette

this was almost a halcyon day
worries floated away for hours
simple pleasures for tired minds

walking barefoot

scorched pavement
sweat pouring
we decided to keep running
chasing butterflies
searching for the most beautiful one
in the perfect moment,
the holy moment

I threw a glance in its direction
simply breathtaking,

my soul united with eternity
as light as air, floating on air
catching glimpses of a better world

we decided to rest our  weary heads
to absorb the here and now
contemplating eternity
and it was a beacon of hope

DEATH

obedience is death
walk in a straight line

I’m a pimp

I’m a stud
I’m a punk
punk’s not dead

I’m a gangster
I’m a B boy
I’m a goth
cut my wrists

I’m a baller
I’m a princess
I’m an emo
hows' my hair

nolstagia is death

relive past glories

I’m a pimp

I’m a stud
I’m a punk
punk’s not dead

I’m a gangster
I’m a B boy
I’m a goth
cut my wrists

I’m a baller
I’m a princess
I’m an emo
how's my hair

bowing down is death
prey to your godhead

I refuse to obey or bow down
just the way I like it

I’m in the here and now

just the way I like it

blood spilling
bombs dropping
now that’s progress

turning boats

buying them back
meaning

those illegals

can’t get in
Operation
Sovereign
Borders.

international anarchy

basket case
racist state
our nation
our country

our land

our culture
our way of life

how dare they

make incursions

borders blocked

death

compassion

not forthcoming
on these matters

so much more

can be said

should I say
something

PROPERGANDER

  

I don’t use machinery

the modern pestilence
I attack with words
and they are truth
jaded propaganda

you were smoking
over there,

blowing smoke
in my direction
hedonistic pleasures

you were sitting there
dicing with eternity
suicide wish
and I was there

doing the same

people pressing buttons
what happened

to the good old days
pen to paper
going out of fashion

getting wasted
on this ludicrous day
cogs and tools and fools

it’s full of them
this insane world

like a film without a climax
there's a cool wind blowing

like a book with no ending

the fun never ends

hedonism,
poor impulse control
the path to oblivion
summer sunburn
acrimonial thoughts

there are no boats

saturation of secrecy

I try to engage

only to find I cannot
fall in line
cannot get with the program
a closet full of shame
a teacup full of regrets
the future awaits
the man who chooses
responsibility
and subversion

lived in the past:
reminiscing over
past glories
lived in the future:
fearing the uncertainty
forgetting to be mindful
of all that's good
all that which brings hope
in the here and now
 
however fucked up
the whole world seems
let's just have fun and forget
just forget everything
because we want
to escape from
that which challenges
the cerebellum
too much to contemplate
so it's easier
just to pretend

so we pretend

there are flowers
in the mind of the dreamer
transforming into gold
or the perceptual equivalent
neurons fire like a cannon
those flowers are special
they blossom in the winter
twisting reality inside out
weathered parchment
containing secrets and lies
people always lie
as if it’s in our nature
lights flaring luminously
there are flowers 
painted on the wall
perceptually normal
when colours are the new normal
functionally challenged
sinking into oblivion
these are not the halcyon days
the halcyon days were beautiful
I pine away waiting for
the halcyon days to return

you cannot tell me it's alright
you cannot tell me we don't hide information
you cannot tell me I am free
you cannot tell me the holocaust was a hoax
you cannot tell me Hiroshima was justified
you cannot tell me that there's no global warming
you cannot tell me there are no boats
you cannot tell me I am a bludger with no motivation
you cannot tell me I am defeated
you cannot tell me this isn't class war
you cannot tell me the apocalypse is not far away
you cannot tell me how to live my life

we tell ourselves
it's going to be alright
everything will work out
subject to physical laws
free choice creating karma
stepping into the unknown
though it feels familiar
you just cannot escape
without your wallet in your pockets
buy, buy. consume some more
everything is going to be OK
master of our destinies?
or subject to feeling outside of our range
aiming at the new aristocracy
being real, acting subversive

Everyday Repeats

everyday
repeat, repeat
it's always the same
some ludicrous game
watch your life
flashing in front
of your eyes

press repeat
similar sameness
there's always a price
to get what you want
a hedonist's dream
cross that path
getting behind
all the time

I am here
why, why; why not
a capricious mind
wasting yet more time
let your life
pass you right by
out of range

chase the dragon
as a favour
for the man
with the ingredients
Coca-Cola-nis-a-tion
corroding your lining
choices dictate
where we all go

we tell white lies
but who is
lying to who
could we be
lying to ourselves
every time
we tell ourselves
that it's OK
everything timed
and standardised
lose your mind
wasting time
and it repeats
over and over again

BOURGEOIS LUXURIES

 

I abhor your ways, the way you smile
when there’s nothing to smile about in particular

you simply obey, obey, stand in line
no, you mustn’t break with order
don’t you dare step out of line
everything will be ruined if you step out of line

you unquestioningly digest their lies
believe what they want you to believe
a cog in the machine, a slave to conditioning
you work hard all day like clockwork
never thought  to question why
you push the repeat button over and over again

in bed with the man who cracks the whip
to keep you in line, keep you hungry
you desire to be like the rest
you mustn’t go against the flow
that would be an act of folly
you mustn’t step out of line
or fear upsetting your God
and God wants you to buy, buy, buy

you submit to boredom
can’t find anything to fill your mind
instead of consuming spectacles
your boredom breeds depression
a bourgeois luxury of the developed world
you take for granted the privilege
an entitlement complex of the highest degree
unaware you have won the roulette
while the losers die from pestilence
if they don’t starve to death first

late at night you start to feel it
but can’t quite place your finger on it
the emptiness, the lack of meaning
in the sorry tale that is your day to day life
then you wake up, only to do it all again
to work like a dog, chasing after the perfect bone
to daydream your way until your next holiday trip
you spin hours into nothing at all
only to spend your wages on thing you don’t need
you are the grease that keeps the system well oiled
your participation is the holiest of acts
according to their dictates, a prescription for life

you smile again to keep in order to keep the peace
you gladly accept and celebrate your lot in life
and the lack of free time to create something, anything
creation is the domain of the dreamer and the infantile
you must be decent, contribute to the economy
if you’re not like them all then you are a useless deviant
so you keep towing to line in order to be accepted
you've lost the game, sealed your fate in the sand

MENTAL ASYLUM

talking about me
talking to me
schizophrenia

I’m really happy
quite ecstatic
bipolar

nothing means anything
nothingness truth
double depression

everything for sale
except wisdom
modern condition

modern alienation

 

 

ALIENATION EYES
ALIEN FACES
EVERYBODY TRYING TO BE SOMEBODY
YOU TAKE EVERYTHING
BEAT US DOWN
TELL US LIES

OUR ALIENATION
TEACHES US REASONS
WE WOULD REASON TO BE TRUE

CATAONIC POSE
DUMBFOUNDED FACES
EVERYDODY STARTING TO TAKE SELFIES
ADDED TO THE CANON
VANITY
LOVE OURSELVES

YOUR MEDICATION
NUMBS ALL THE CHAOS
ACCEPT CHAOS TO BE TRUE

ALIENATION TOWN
ALIENS RUNNING
WE KILL EVERYTHING
BLOCKED SIDE STREETS
GAFFA TAPE

CONSUMER SENSATION
TIED UP AND PASSIVE
CONDITIONED TO BE PASSIVE

SHARKS

take me to the other side, 

where the grass is greener
and the past, present and future no longer exist
blended into sands of time, eternity
time is a statue, standing still

there's hammer head sharks
swimming though a river of blood
spreading forth from the waterfall
the destination unknown

cloud are floating gently above,
as I tilt my head to the heavens above
now I'm feeling light as air
comfortably numb and dead inside
who could ask for more

there's hammer head sharks
swimming though a river of blood
spreading forth from the waterfall
the destination unknown

I'm hiding from the light beyond
my mind is as clear as water
I could not feel more ecstatic
you take me to a better place
where pain slowly drifts away

there's hammer head sharks
swimming though a river of blood
spreading forth from the waterfall
the destination unknown

I knew from day one that I could never leave
you've got me under your darkest spell
I knew from day one that I could never leave
who am I kidding? I knew it all along

I was so hopelessly smitten by you
in love with the way you made me feel
when the chips were down
you were always there for me
through the thickest of times
I was so deeply in love with you
but those feelings are fading
like the sun in to the horizon at dusk

you used to pick me up each day
fill my life with joy and euphoria
you used to pierce my soul with relief
and moments of rapturous dreams
but now, the honeymoon is over
and I am no longer so fond of you
I can no longer stand the sight of you
you make me feel all dirty inside

I've had enough of your deceitful ways
all the truths you spoke were hyperbole
you lie to yourself and you lie to me
I lie to myself when I say I need you
the more I need you, the less I want you
you are the harbinger of destruction
you destroy everything in your path
you've almost completely ruined me

although I am still attached to you
I will find a way to rid myself of you
you've got me under you spell
but I will one day shake you off my back

TIDES OF CHANGE

in a heartbeat, another year has come to pass. 

yet, the prison of limbo is still the status quo.
is retrograde motion the way to progress
or have the wheels already been set in motion?
new year's resolutions are for the feeble minded.
change starts from within and it starts here and now,
for everything is always in motion: the only constant.
moments, snapshots and glimpses are all we have
to anchor our experiences to the ocean of (un)reality.
our naïveté drives us to search in vain for answers
to questions concerning the purpose of existence,
hogtied to the sinking ship of linear perception.
the chaos of infinity is pleading to be uncovered,
waiting for us to transcend our perceived limitations.
the future offers us a smörgåsbord of opportunity,
from which we can create something breathtaking.
this dilettante is sick of starting things I do not finish.
from now on, I will climb hills before scaling mountains.

Somebody Comes to This Place

It is an old story.
 
Somebody comes to this place
and grows up in the shadows of buildings
and stars and other somebodies

Somebody learns to love:
to know intimately the houses
of the spirit and the flesh.

Somebody learns to hate and kill
and scream and curse like hell.

Somebody learns to be afraid and lonely
and sad, and to know the secret
of darkness.

Somebody learns to like the rain,
and things which are soft and green,
and hot food and cold water,
and the blanket of sleep,
and the music of the land and the sky.

Somebody learns so many things.

It is an old story.

Somebody comes to this place
and lives
and then goes away forever.

-Richard Brautigan

MOTHER MENDICANT'S FINAL SOLUTION

without foresight, indulging is retrospective justifications,
we set the harlot hounds of desire free
and the schism we use depleted uranium to maintain
is tomorrow's cataclysmic clash of corrupted canines,
searching for the bone of truth inside a river of dingbat dogma,
dressed up as a pretentious liberating raison d'être

it's high noon as the nuclear rapist claims another victim of complacency
and vacuum-in-fear vampires make their penultimate pilgrimage
to the boneyard of progress with fangs freshly sharpened
there's no need to reinvent Terman's eugenics paradise,
for the maternal mistress has perfected the design
of her super-deluxe all purpose civilisation cleaner
soon, there will be no reasons left for her to cry her sulfur tears
the playground of linear perception: torn asunder
the pharmacy of short lived fantasies: torn asunder

on this retrograde, radioactive day of judgement,
mother mendicant will finally claim her sweetest revenge
in the end, all things flow back to the source

and we saw...
crypto-fascist order sold as democracy
the representation is an actor's presentation
dropped from the heavenly realms of decadent info-sucking
what we believe is what we want to believe

hold your heads up high brothers and sisters
the champions of freedom are headed our way
drink through styrofoam syringes
then pick up your life saving remote control
it's going the be the ride of your death

step outside: they're coming with their happy bombs
let the shrapnel cleanse the dirt, sold to us
and if you leave the room before your turn
then you must be here because you can't see properly

FUCK EDDIE McGUIRE

haunting memories of a hammer and a sickle and a red star
a vision of rational disorder set against capital's vision of rational disorder
the razor-sharp blades of machete mayhem
the dogma dung of utopian visions
sacrifice and devotion to the hands of despotism's allure
mechanise the promotion of the tools of treason forever
and prohibit the automatons from entertaining the "third" choice
so adherence to information from neon signs is now the first voice

tell-tale signs of epilepsy
powdered dreams in bottled pepsi
background foreground there's no escape
from the soldiers of mental rape

alien anecdotes of a mortgage and a new car and a new w(l)ife
a story of functional delusion set against centralised theories of vanguardist illusions
the motorcade noose of mobile phone comfort
the poo-hole plug play of elitist forces
standardise all relations for the defense of the family unit
victimise and build prisons for the dissidents able to see through it
and prohibit the greased-up monkeys from contemplating the "third" choice
so prescription to (dis)information from blank screens is still the first voice

defer time to epilepsy
glowing highs from uncle Eddie
prime time crime time there's no escape
from the shit stains on Eddie's face

decentralise now motherfuckers!

PRESCRIPTION FOR DECENT LIVING (abridged version)

BIRTH



SCHOOL

JOB

MARRIAGE

MATERIALISM

MORTGAGE

DEATH

Senryū Inspiration

Same old temptations

Wasting time, wasting money
Future looming large


Sense of adventure
Walking with purpose at speed
What is the purpose?


Handcuffed by Harry
Chasing an illusion of joy
It's just not the same


Harsh consequences
for a moment of relief
Nobody escapes


Weather is changing
The wind of abstinence
Free the mind from junk


This is the last time
Heroin is so passé
Change is possible

our love affair with
cheap goods and convenience
is the glue that binds
the poor to poverty
and the catalyst
that makes the rich richer

PUTIN'S RUSSIA

this is our gulag

and we'll do whatever we want
you are nothing but dogs
so we'll treat you worse than dogs

if the pipes burst
then fix it yourselves

if you complain
we'll turn off the hot water

if you want shorter hours
we'll increase the quotas

if you read books
you'll cop a daily beating

if you are sick
you're still ok to work

if you want food
we'll give you stale bread

if you speak out
we'll punish everyone
don't speak to her
don't even look at her

it was all her fault
you are encouraged to
give her a beating
sabotage her work

don't you dare speak out again

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