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8 October 2025

flags

 

if this life had any meaning     we’d be the last to know     we’re spoon-fed on slurry culture      waving banners       and burning crosses      them outside      they’re not like us       we got the understanding      them outside ain’t got no culture      coz without a flag a man is nothing       without a flag he has no home

5 October 2025

bullet to the soul

 

we are creatures of light and shade    but most of us are dead inside       victims of spiritual suicide      the abyss of our pain      swallows all ambition    and our darkest monuments      cast heavy shadows across our empty lives     I’m having a human experience here      typical to my generation     I took a bullet to the soul      I’m bleeding out again     but I no longer seem to care

the fool

 

I’m tired of thinking      no-one can think and fight at the same time     and I’m in a fight here       the fight of my life       insanity and happiness are an unlikely cocktail       and they have labeled me mad      because I feel too much       because I’m sad     but my sanity is open to debate      perhaps madness is a  natural reaction to the real      maybe I am crazy       maybe madness is a failing        but I ask you      who can be sane in a world gone  mad?       you have to be crazy      to play by the rules    to believe in a game that is rigged      to make you the fool

4 October 2025

your truth


this is not my first lynch mob    I’ve been tarred and feathered before    victim of that parochial mediocrity that says    you are different    so you must be bad    and if you are bad    then we must be good     well   I don’t pretend to be good     no-one would believe me anyway    I don’t look good     and I don’t feel good     and I never trust a man  who says he is good     most men are only as good as they have to be


I will always speak my truth    but not only in words   coz words are not enough    not my words    my words deceive      I'd promise the truth, but what would it mean?     I promise never to make promises     promises take hostages   I'll act in accordance with my spirit  and live as I damn well choose    coz you cannot bury your truth    it will always resurface like Lazarus    in an ocean of deceptions   your truth will never drown   your truth shall always find you       your truth will be your judge       and if it finds you wanting      your truth shall be your noose