A STAB AT HUMANITY


hack through the bones
to find the broken shells of shame.
strangers at home
casting a silent spell of war games.

if I trace the fragments
in a fragmented collective memory,
I hear empty threats
and the cataclysmic tortured screams of regrets.

we can claim the moral high-ground
but what makes us believe
that human life is
the Everest of value?

inside our whispered taunts,
are the decaying innards of
our humanistic,
mass-murdering hypocrisy!

I still remember
but how will you remember
when you are dismembered;
just one less inconvenience.

"there is no way to peace --
peace is the way."

A Sad State Of Freedom by Nazim Hikmet

You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves of which you'll taste not a morsel; you are free to slave for others-- you are free to make the rich richer. The moment you're born they plant around you mills that grind lies lies to last you a lifetime. You keep thinking in your great freedom a finger on your temple free to have a free conscience. Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape, your arms long, hanging, your saunter about in your great freedom: you're free with the freedom of being unemployed. You love your country as the nearest, most precious thing to you. But one day, for example, they may endorse it over to America, and you, too, with your great freedom-- you have the freedom to become an air-base. You may proclaim that one must live not as a tool, a number or a link but as a human being-- then at once they handcuff your wrists. You are free to be arrested, imprisoned and even hanged. There's neither an iron, wooden nor a tulle curtain in your life; there's no need to choose freedom: you are free. But this kind of freedom is a sad affair under the stars. Translated by Taner Baybars

BREAK(CHRISTMAS)FAST FAST ASLEEP

pinned all my hopes on a major cleft
in a stark, lifeless wasteland with nothing left
the shells of what used to be life were bereft
of a moral thief who had fallen victim to an act of wanton theft

on this matter, so much more can be said
but just like the threat of tampa claus,
some things are better left unsaid
better left alone like the cadavers of the the undead

on this Christmas just past, I spent all day in bed:
the result of a morning gutter pill cocktail of excess
I'm so glad I didn't have any dirty laundry to air;
not that a day like yesterday is beyond compare,
for I spent all day last Christmas in a state of despair
unkempt hair, loss of sentiment, segments of a tortured soul;
all because of partial success, followed by an opportunistic act of theft
and I care not for what the lucky thieves stole
except for the irretrievable pieces of my soul, which are now lost and dead

just when one thinks that one is starting to move forward, get ahead --
karma comes back to haunt you, dish out the sabre of death
for every taste of pain and suffering, yet another test
of character, of how much strength and resolve one still has left

in this world we live in, it's not about who's heart is the best
no, it's an upside-down, inside-out cesspit of the blood of innocents,
that works in the favour of selfish, greedy, and soulless cretins,
who use and abuse others, and treat them in all the ways that I detest
yes, the world is devoid of justice, karma is a bitch and life is unfair
but if you let go of expecting it to be perfect,
then you have already begun to pass the test
so unfurl your wings, let the wind carry you away

stop working so hard, let go, and teach yourself how to have fun and play
stop dwelling on the mistakes and failures of many dark yesterdays
remember that the future brings infinite possibilities of many glorious todays
if the whole world is dumping misery on you in each and every way,
it's because there is more than a salt-shaker to the passé cliché
that misery is a homicidal twerp that loves nothing more than miserable company

there is a tried and tested way in which to achieve long-lasting happiness
it starts with a decision and then concerted effort and commitment
let go of worldly attachment and all ego-flattering illusions of achievement
and while cynics and conservatives may claim that it is in our nature to be acquisitive,
we can bypass our primitive desires of greed with the power of reason
and ignore the consumer whore directives of this most gluttonous of seasons

isn't it incredible how we can all love and hate, and feel happy and sad
and how there is only a fine line between being a genius and being labelled 'mad'
to still be alive and intact and sane is why I am glad
that I am human and imperfect and flawed and free

and in spite of all my mistakes and regrets,
if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a single fucking thing;
for I am glad that I spent Christmas in bed all day...
two years running; I may just make a yearly tradition of it

26/12/09

INK TRANSFERS MEANINGS


The norms and prescription of Bourgeois Civilisation,
burning fiercely in the cauldrons of rats-tail relativity...
My complicity is the fire that fuels the production
of the post-modern (man)/clone-ling's cancerous embers.
For every semblance of axiomatic meaning one creates
in the business that is day-to-day "living",
a compliant reproduction of a decadent order...
Comforting illusions, transmitted through radioactive airwaves,
as the natural march of the master species' effort liberating "progress"

Affluenza makes us FAT!
Don't fuck with a fat man's top hat!
Affluenza makes us FAT!
Don't fuck with a fat man's top hat!

A kaleidoscope of corrosive pills
to soothe the fragmented psyche,
A congested highway of life-affirming iconographic images
to tame the savages...
These are the products of a pantomime post industrial order,
seeking to proliferate a baby-killing arsenal of shiny pacifiers
Welcome to the glitzy glamour that is the superficial society
of rock gods and anorexic actresses and super-model goddesses...

Open wide...cum inside
Open wide...seeds that die
Open wide...step outside
Suicide genes...built into seeds

Another day of your mortal existence awaits,
for you are the chosen one...
Your ascension from the realms of cyber-anonymity
has been written into the grand narrative of social mobility,
but...remember that the trash needs to be taken out
with a bullet between the eyes, in order
to assassinate Uncle Sam's rewritten historical lies,
which grant him impunity from charges of the most heinous of war crimes!

Drop the bomb, drop the bomb, drop the bomb...motherfuckers!
Spread more propaganda, spread those memes of greed.
Kill the kids, kill the kids, kill the kids...motherfuckers!
Peace prize for Obama, Nobel for for doing what?

I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!
I am ashamed to be a human being!
Let's all kill ourselves to save the planet!

6/5/04 *reworked and edited on 16/5/09 and 24/5/o9)

FORMULAIC PERSONAL-IS-POLITICAL RANT

though seasons passed
I never learnt
how to stop
the same old history
from repeating
yet again

the same old mess,
the same old stories,
and tragedies
played out yet again
pretend that it's not happening,
but it is and it will

battered and bruised
against the shore,
the steaks are more bloody and raw
this time around
around around around around
the freakshow circus unreality

denial disaster disorder dissociation
wrong spelling wrong format wrong formula wrong chemical
turn the page burn the eyes centre stage lost your brain
gone insane never wake from night mare people consume their opiates

22/6/09

WHEN GREED BECOMES DIVINE

angel of destruction
seeking the temerity of love eternal
his divine instructions -
feeding humanity's romance with Satan's gold

war crimes with impunity
all for the geostrategic control of liquid gold
new "king" speaks better english
but he is a terrorist just like all before

new world order upon us
only one remaining superpower
largest protest since Vietnam
before a bomb was dropped, and then came "shock and awe"

eight years on since "blowback"
and is the US any closer to "winning"?
send the fucking troops home
do the fuckwits know what the word "delusion" means?

this global recession
caused by neoliberalism gone berserk
the "end of history"
as predicted by anarcho-capitalists

angel of destruction
seeking the temerity of love eternal
his divine instructions -
feeding humanity's romance with Satan's gold

29-9-09

GRAFFIDIOT

Does it take a lot of guts to scratch a window while you pretend to wave at someone?

Does it really make you feel like a rebel?

Does it make you a hero to your friends or are you just angry at the world?

It doesn't really matter.

You're just another Graffidiot, making it more expensive for everyone else who uses public transport.

Well, everyone's had enough of you and there are now tough penalties to deal with you.

You can even go to jail, just like some of you already have.

It takes more guts to stop when some of the others can't.

Your life, your choice.


Well, I've got a confession to make...


I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is BUREAUCRAT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is ADVERTISEMENT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is BUREAUCRAT!
I'm a GRAFFIDIOT and my TAG is ADVERTISEMENT!


Somebody, please dob me in so that I can GO to JAIL!

February 2009

Cree Indian Phrophecy

Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.


- Cree Indian Phrophecy

REDEMPTION OF AN ATHEIST NIHILIST

the inexplicable explained
the unreasonable reason
this is your death
are you missing something in your life?

11/10/08

APOCALYTIC VISIONS

I'm sick and tired
of this plastic existence
devoid of meaning
as walls collapse around me
and whores beckon me
to join them
in their merry parade
of Paris Hilton moments

I had a vision
of the city on fire
people in a flight of panic
concrete on fire
even though concrete doesn't burn

upside down
and inside out
the world keeps turning
and I keep yearning
for something more
than passing spectacles,
false dichotomies
and the choice
between one corporate puppet
or another

I had a a vision
of buildings collapsing
and people ducking for cover
the apocalypse -
enacted upon hallways of apathy

31/8/08

PO-MO HYPOCRITE

I urinate into the emptiness of coagulated city streets
to cleanse away our first world privilege built upon hypocrisy.
Some people will stick the knife in when you've got your back turned.
We've all had it happen to us and we may even have done the dirty back,
It's built into the insecure mainframe of the system you see.
The monetary security of the solutions sold by the insecurity industry.

I was asked at a job interview whether I could deal with difficult people.
I said "you are looking at the biggest arsehole of them all!"
(Or at least it was one of those hollywood revenge fantasy moments)
But people don't want to hear the truth because people don't want to hear the truth.
I gave the guy the stock standard answer while trying not to be too much of an obnoxious prick.
Oh how I digress or am I making a side point yet again?

We live in a world full of hypocrites
And the biggest hypocrite is one who claims not to be a hypocrite.
But I am not a hypocrite...
I am perfect for I am omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent.
Oh, that must make me god if I've done my arithmetic correctly.
I was never good at mathematics or Engrish in high school
Because I was too cool for school and all that...

Well maybe I could be lying but I am perfect and I never tell lies
I'm a gook and all gooks are good at Engrish, maths and of course, science
(oh and they could also be latent commies)
Before we judge and condemn one another,
We should all consider taking a long hard look within ourselves.
Why are some many people oblivious to the hollow reflection staring back from from the broken mirrors of age old promises of freedom?
Perhaps, my truth is nothing more than a rant for the sake of ranting or for the sake of filling in the lines.

I sometimes beat myself or others up for taking our Western imperialist privilege for granted.
I'm so bored of finding myself getting bored of being bored.
I refuse to die from boredom.
Only boring people get bored.

Data Poetry for Technophiles

one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one zero

CHEERS AND BEERS

the man who walks in shadows
is the man who stalks the spectre of destruction.
there is nothing worth redeeming, nothing is redemption...
when all we can see are barcodes amidst molten rivers of commodification!
rebellion is the new sensation, "yeah, fuck the man"
"hey look at me me, I can scull so many more beers than you"
and they will co-opt and disarm the spirit and the vision
but why should I care because...
"hey look at me, I can $kuLL $o many more beer$ than you!"

PRESCRIPTION FOR DECENT LIVING

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm working a good job
Now I'm paying a high cost
Now I'm working a shit job
Now my thinking is all lost

And the cash is all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm living the good life
Now I'm fucking a nice wife
Now I'm living a true life
Now I'm bashing a fat wife

And the bitch is all all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Birth...
School...
Job...
Marriage...
Materialism...
Mortgage...
Death!

Now I'm pissing in my pants
Now I'm thinking I've done well
Now I'm shitting in my pants
Now I'm going straight to hell

And the house is all MINE!

Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...
Mine...

Life is so good!

this might be minimalism

DO WE NOT ALL SHARE A COMMON HUMANITY IN AN UNCOMMON WORLD?

WHY DO WE DENY OUR COLLECTIVE INSANITY?

FUCK ALL ISMS

PEACE LOVE HIPPIE SHIT

REBEL REBEL

We are all dog meat on the bones of ashes!
We are all dog meat on the bones of ashes!
We are all dog meat on the bones of ashes!
We are all dog meat on the bones of ashes!

If we withhold medicine from a poor man's ailing child,
then we are all complicit in murder!
No better than Adolf, no holier than Saddam
No high ground to stand on, no markets can justify

The cop's baton lashing into the frail old woman's back
The futile attempts of my fists upon his ice cold face
You cannot deny that we are all living in Osama's wonderland
As dog eats dogs and cat eats cats and pigs eat shit and monkeys resist

Rebellion for the sake of rebellion is rebellion of white and light and privilege
Rebellion for the billions is rebellion drowned in blood and wine and shit and piss
Rebellion for thyself and for all is the rebellion of the young and naïve
Rebellion for the sake of negation and creation in the ashes of comfort and conformity is the rebellion of the revolutionary!
I am not that revolutionary
I am but a thug and I will destroy everyone and everything that gets in my way

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A VIP

This morning, I stumbled out of bed at 6, scratched my balls, then said "good morning" to my friends.
There was Mel and Koshy and the rest of the gang, greeting me with their warm, welcoming smiles.
Koshy told me all about Aussie values and about the time he spent on the Kokoda Trail, the time he chased down an ambulance and the many rewarding moments he spent with Brant and Todd.
He neglected to mention the smell of sweat and shit and piss and beer.
At this point, I decided to leave Koshy and paid a visit to Kerri-Ann - boy was she looking hot; it must be the miracle of botox.
After I parted ways with Kerri-Anne, I did some soul searching and realised that my soul had gone AWOL.
But not to Panic, I had a lunch date with Dr Phil and a man with his wisdom could surely help me out.
The good doctor informed me that it was inappropriate for me to ram my pregnant wife's car with my shiny Rolls Royce while she was in it, and that I needed to take responsibility for my actions.
It was like some kind of spiritual epiphany and I felt a lot better for having taken the time to seek out the wisdom of Phil.
One o'clock came round and I was still hungry so I decided to have lunch again, this time with my billion dollar bitch from the hood.
When she asked me what I was having, I said "whatever you're having", knowing it wouldn't be much because Oprah was on a diet...yet again.
After the usual post-lunch dip in my circadian rhythm, I was feeling young and restless, so I decided to pay a visit to my friend Marlene's monster cock mansion like the ones you see on top of the hill.
She was busy preparing to throw a big charity party, before she received a call from Alex warning her of imminent danger: someone she knew well was planning a hostile takeover of her cosmetics company.
Marlene started to sweat profusely which made the thick layer of make-up on her plastic face start to run, upon which time I felt it was time for me to make a hasty exit - poor Marlene, how will she be able to afford her next holiday skiing in the French Alps?
Oh I wonder what Paris Hilton would do? She'd probably head out to some groovin' nightclub and meet some hot guys.
It was now time for a bit of retail therapy so I decided to jump into my 4wd, run over a small child and head on down to WESTfield shopping centre - I was so giddy with anticipation, a mood of gayness or was that what I was about to pay for?
Once I arrived at the shops, I mainly browsed around to avoid impulse buying. That was just before I laid my eyes upon a pair of the latest Calvin Klein pre-faded, pre-torn, bootcut jeans - I just had to but them, a bargain at only $139.95.
I approached the counter with my heart filled with joy but this was short-lived because the chick behind the counter informed me that I had maxed out my credit cards.
Oh the heartbreak and the disappointment - whatever would I wear to Marlene's party?
I headed into the newsagency to see what I could buy with the last $15 in my wallet in order to console myself until next payday.
Those large-busted bronzed babes on the cover of the FHM magazine caught my attention so I picked up a copy to have a little looksy.
There were some interesting articles on sports and whatnot so I decided to purchase a copy, while trying to contain the massive boner that the cover babes were causing me to have.
I bought the magazine for the articles; no really, I did.
Back at my humble abode, it was almost time for dinner, so I decided to fry up some nice juicy pork chops.
Oh shit, it just occurred to me that I had forgotten to buy some food for Rover while I was at the shops - how absent minded of me.
I shared one of my pork chops with Rover and he scoffed it down like he really couldn't get enough of it.
I then realised that I had forgotten to invite Rick and Suzanna over for dinner, right before Basil knocked on the door.
We had a good yarn about the Eagles' chances of winning the flag and the value of our stocks.
To my surprise there was another knock on the door - it was Monika.
We exchanged niceties, then she told me all about the pressures faced by footballers' wives and warned me about the health hazards of muesli bars.
After saying goodbye to Monika, I paid a visit to some friends in Summer Bay.
On the way to Kim's place, I bumped into Rachael and she seemed rather upset because she couldn't give Kim any children.
I felt saddened by this and told Rachel that she could lean on my shoulders any time she wanted.
The next stop was at Darryl's dancing studio where everyone would be.
When I arrived, I was blown away by all the glitz and glamour - the costumes made all the girls look hot hot hot - which gave me the biggest hard-on that barely subsided for the full two hours the dancing took place.
When I arrived home, I was so overwhelmed by the days events that I fell into a deep coma, dreaming pleasantly wet dreams about the FHM cover babes, Oprah, Kerri-Anne, the dancing queens and my pregnant wife.

FOUR LETTER WORDS ARE BORING

fungus footbal faggot formaldehyde
umbrella underwear uncle undress
camera circus cancer cannibal
knowledge kingpin kinetic kamkaze

cleanliness convention conspiracy conundrum
uxorious undertow user-pays umpire
newspaper neanderthal nipple nephritis
taxonomy tendrils tonsillitus tabernacle

specialisation semen spectacle supernova
histamine histrionic hermaphrodite history
intense intuition insanity ice-age
therapy theosophy thoroughbred technology

patriarchy petroleum polysyllabic plebiscite
island industry irreversible individualisation
sandpaper semantics sandgroper sedition
Stalin semiotics sweepstake synthesis

frzzl flzzl frzzl flzzl
undllr undrza undllr undrza
clazzl clozzl clazzl clozzl
klazzl klozzl klazzl klozzl

fun udder cadaver kleptomania
ford utopia communism  Kropotkin
funky undersized cleverness ku klux klan
factory ugliness consumer kinky

famous underneath calamity kangaroo
flippant unconscionable candy karaoke
fire uaccountable chinese kingdom
fraternity uncertainty curry kinship

fozzl fuzzl fozzl fuzzl
ugllr ugrza ugllr ugrza
clzzl crzzl clzzl crzzl
klzzl krzzl klzzl krzzl

COLLECTION COINS CAN BE A HEALTH HAZARD

Fuck what they say!
This is what they will not say:
Join us in our merry parade,
Celebrating the state of our money.
So we can buy more bourgeois items.
We will destroy your KKKorrupt KKKapitalist KKKulture!
Then we will destroy everything
Because we all need more whiteworld-slavetrade products!
We will destroy your banKKKrupt imperiali$t vulture$!
And the meanings of your rational world are the meanings we shall destroy.
Will Darth Vader come to destroy or perhaps save us from ourselves?
No, we will anihilate everything before mohammed h. jesus gets here.
No, this isn't a war on Islam or a war against an abstract noun.
Its not even a war for OIL or a war to AID corporations.
Its a war on every front, a war on the common person:
The man who works his fingers to the bone, struggling just to SURVIVE.
The woman who watches her children cry in fear as sonic booms steal away the night.
They call it collective punishment when you target everyone because they are the other.
Reminders and the legacy of the tormented,
Tormentors torment and maim the satellites of innocence.
The tormented become tormentors, rabbits transmutate into dingos.
I liberated a coca-cola glass and its slimy innards came to a violent end,
Fractured into the toxic shards of western civilisation.
I loaded up an aristocratic catapult with pyro-synergetic propaganda,
Then I fired directly into the triple-bypass heart of prime time.
The automatons malfunctioned and started singing and dancing to ones and zeros.
The engineers and those information peddlers, who dwell in ivory towers, began to panic,
Until everything became illuminated by the halogen glow of freedom.
The robots and their creators danced together on every city street...
And then I woke up to this lolly shop of hate and VIOLENCE,
To feel the wind changing direction.
"Storms are coming", proclaimed the Maybelline weather woman.
But i did not need her to tell me the wind has changed.
I feel the change in every mode and moment of my existence.

DOORMAT TELEKINESIS

Television and misrepresentaion.
Hierarchy is phallic elevation.
Tabloid sensation, trail of production.
The righteous authorites are coming.
The neon signs are hauntingly silent.
The stockbrokers are aroused and cumming.
The price of oil is rising.
The obsolescence of modern reason
is the renaissance of leaving.
The empty solitude of symbols
is the West's amplitude of "evil".
Rogue nation, which TV station?
Power station, which proxy nation?
Keep your arse glued to the cushion of luxury,
unaware of omnipresent hyperreality.
Nothing can be said that has not been said before.
The free markets lies are coming through the door,
So the doormats dust themselves off and rise up.
Amputees regenerate limbs and hurl molotov cocktails
straight into the cholesterol-clogged heart of a system that's KKKorrupt.
Pirates draw their swords and furl their sails.
And the pacifists raise their brows and turn the other cheek,
but if they think the Revolution can be bloodless,
Then they are naive angels ejected from heaven.
Words, words, words, metaphysical turds.
Judge a man based on his actions and not his words.

August 06