Logia

 

I want to live the life of my dreams        use my power in the service of my vision       let me tell you about my favourite hallucination…    it didn’t look like him      but I knew who he was from his smile       he was young        he will always be young        he brought a message from my sponsor      I’d been tuning into the wrong channel       I’d better find a new gimmick       abandon my poverty     store up some treasure in heaven    I needed a change of scene    I needed to change a lot of things        the cosmos seems indifferent and cold     so how about a little peace, love and understanding?      if it’s too hard to get your head around      you can always consult the manual…

frenzied

I could torch this world of contradictions     everything is turned on its head        good is evil     and evil is good      and no-one really cares      I get the rage       it’s more than simple savagery       it runs rational and lethal         it’s integral to my energy

I embrace my anger as something splendid     something glorious       a denial of restraint       but never of reason       I’m talking something pure       free of horror or pity       action beyond mere frenzy       the ripened grapes of wrath

I’m a singular entity    I keep my own counsel     the panicked herd does not sway me      I damn them all to perdition        I’m ruthless and perfected        in my wayward geometry       I’ll see them burn      in the hell they made for me

Shameful

 

so I’m the bad guy?     how did that happen?    I thought I was spreading love      but I was sewing discord       I was a devil        but ain’t we all devils?     and Isn’t this our hell?        man, it’s so easy  to be wicked     people will help you     everybody does it     I was no different        maybe I was worse       but according to the common gospel       I’ve been forgiven      coz the sins of the flesh are unimportant          only sins of the soul  are shameful 

Manic

 

don’t judge that book by its cover       that cunt could get a piece at anybody’s door        he oozes a dark charisma       that’s how he gets things done        he’s packing dynamite     and he’s on a short fuse       anything can happen       and very often does       aye, he’s bad news     his wiring is all wrong      he don’t mean no harm       but sometimes he can’t help himself

Doxy

I’m just an ordinary sucker       with extraordinary needs      I have to stir the pot     several times a week        my appetites are excessive         my appetites are raw       for me sex is like a drug        that leaves me wanting more

everything is about sex       except sex      sex is about power      maybe that’s my problem        maybe I lack power       or perhaps I have too much      all I know is when I make that contact           and the game is on      I’m more than just promiscuous        I’m mother nature’s son

New Tricks...

 

these bones have lost their savour

my teeth are worn to stumps

but this dog has owned his days

he won’t lick your fucking hand

and he won’t do tricks for treats

you can’t butter him up with praise

or appeal to his conceit

this dog is long past caring

his concerns are obsolete

aligned

 

there ain’t no partial truths

there ain’t no might have beens   

it’s either true or false     

there ain’t no in-betweens

they say the truth will set you free     

but first, it’ll fuck with your head      

if you can’t deal with that    

you may as well be blind    

coz the truth’s a revolution      

fomenting in your mind

it only becomes apparent

when heart and head align

every mother’s son

 

being special is nothing special     everybody is special to somebody     I draw no conclusions       and I don’t get specific    this world is a wonder        if you’re paying attention       the people who live here are beautiful and terrible       none of them were born alone       no matter what they tell you        every mother’s son      had a bosom for a pillow     no one walks the earth alone 

Diablero

 

Ain’t it hard just to live? There’s no accounting for people or what passes for right and wrong. I’d been shooting my mouth off. I was up to no good with nowhere to turn but bad.  I’d deviated from the norm. I’d been scaring the neighbours. Somebody called the cops. Yeah, somebody called the cops.  But I know my rights.

“You have the right to obey. Compliance is mandatory. There is only one rule: obey all the rules.”

They held me on trumped-up charges of lewd behaviour and vagrancy.  They confiscated my shoelaces. They confiscated my humanity. They took me to a doctor who said,

“What’s wrong with his head is anybody’s guess. He needs to be disinfected. He’s channelling subversive vibrations.  We’d better lock him up; I think that’s for the best.”

They put me in the quiet room, where I’d plan for my escape. I’d tiptoe right out of there. I’ve learned to play their game.

I level up heavy again and again. But I don’t complain. That’s just my lot; it’s always been this way.  Mania is a gift from the cosmos. The truth don’t stop. It’s rolling on hard, like the driven rain. I have a face for every season. They can’t take that from me.

 

remission

I’m flowering in heaven      though my roots are in hell      I’ve come into remission  from sorrow and regret       I no longer freak out at the slightest provocation    I’ve achieved harmony in heart and mind        it’s time to loosen up      create a new space for my peace    the world is big and full of woes      I could be cut down at any moment     but I’m free for now and that’s enough for me

stigmatised

I have fought battles terrifying and beautiful        and I have been remade as a new man     but It’s not enough to get well        you’re expected to be penitent       for the crimes you committed when you were ill          coz there’s no sign of sickness on your skin       no, the monsters lurk deeper than that      they attack from the inside      the pain they inflict cannot be seen       it can only be felt    all that seems so far away now       as if it happened to someone else   but I don’t celebrate my victories          I hide my face in shame       there is no final victory      it can all happen again

I was not easy to help    but I was helped     for some my illness was seen a a failure       or even a betrayal       but my world was broken    and I reached out for a new one    no one would condemn a cancer  victim     saying ‘he brought it on himself’    but my friends diminished in number      those are the perverse mathematics of life       I don’t mind being ghosted       I live for myself     to hell with everyone else       I’ve forgiven those erstwhile friends        who could only see the surface of things      I don’t require validation     I made it on my own     I’m an individual now      a man of some distinction

wolves

 

we were a pack       and we made meat     but we had to be ruthless      with those who could not       we would dance in the sacred manner       horizontally     with the shades down       private individuals       living in a private world

I got the blame    when it all fell apart       and maybe I deserved it        paint me wicked      everyone does       it’s easier that way      there are too many pigments      in the other picture     I grieved for that cabal       of erstwhile friends and lovers       when they fell on me like wolves       to tear the world apart