outlaws

 

everyone’s selling something       in this cruel economy      everyone is dreaming of someday breaking free      to live just like the bosses       and dine on caviar      own a fancy house    and drive in a fancy car

but we’ll drink to fallen heroes      who would not play the game     who lived their lives as outlaws       and died without a name     to the junkies  whores and thieves    the system could not tame

to live and not be mastered       that’s the master plan     of every awkward bastard      and every natural man     to live life as a renegade    not an also ran     on the fringes society     we survive as best we can      we’ve been living outside the law      since the world began

 

catastrophic

 

I don’t think I’m dishonest      I only told one lie     though I told it many times    they tell me I was wicked       for doing as I liked    but everything is permissible       if  you’re prepared to pay the price

all things are basically cool      until of course they’re not      I sometimes had to detonate my nuclear device      the power that moves my heart      is pounding out new stars      my love is catastrophic     it could tear the world apart

everything I did      I did in the name of love     I would not go without      I was an emotional junkie whore     there was a gaping hole     at the centre of my soul     all my days I hungered      afraid to be alone     I wasn’t the only one     I had accomplices      but I’m the one they fingered     the one who took the blame

wonderful

 

the people I have known    the places I have been    I’d bring them all back tomorrow     to do it all again    I’d gorge myself on life     without the burden of shame     the sex     the drugs    the rock n roll      I’d grasp without restraint    because the first time was a trip    and it was wonderful      so given the opportunity     I’d relive it all once more    

deep and wide

 

see them circle?       they scent blood     people are like sharks       some more than others      those are the ravenous souls      always on the prowl       reflexive killers     without a trace of conscience        and just like fucking sharks     if they stop moving – they suffocate   

you need some gimmick    if you want to eat       four walls and a TV    to keep you off the street    you need a home      you need a wife      you need the things that make a life    but this can prove a burden      things can drag you down      other men have found this      some of them have drowned

perhaps the sharks feasted      on those forgotten heroes     but I’m not here for souvenirs     so I’ll kick on regardless     cold blooded killers     make unpredictable companions     the ocean here is deep and wide      its denizens are fearless     so I learned to dart and weave and dive     I glide just like a dolphin    that’s how I managed to remain alive      where better men have fallen

 

author, author

 

I don’t just do this for fun     I do it because I ran out of options     I know I don’t write that well       but I’m ready to bleed across your screen     or pull my knickers down     expose my arse to the world    I’m speaking metaphorically     of course      coz I’m taking a hit - that feels just like a kiss…    when I wrote that down    I felt a little high      I don’t know what you’d call that    and I don’t really care       there’s nothing written here        that can’t later be denied

fools

 

you get born    you go to school     you get a job    they give you a number    you become a player in the adult word     well, that’s what they expect       but I don’t want to be a player       in this crazy fucked up world     where the wealthy engineer consensus     to keep us in our place   

they say you can’t  buck the system     that there is no other way      you must labour all your life     until one day you die     your reward is pending    in the afterlife    but I reclaimed my mind      I’m breaking all their rules    I won’t obey a system      that treats us like bloody fools

thief

 

I was always a blunt instrument     but I’ve been honed to perfection     I couldn’t be more me if I tried    I know who I am    and I know what I like    I love the light because I’m alive      but I love the dark  because I’m a thief      

I’ve been many things      to many people      but I’ve always been true to myself       I’ve stolen from giants      I’ve stolen from paupers      I’ve stolen from every creature that walked or crawled beneath the sun      but I never robbed anyone who didn’t ask for it    

truthfully  I was never one for deceptions       I’m honest enough with myself      it’s true I may have fabricated some facts  to fit the situation    I forged my own credentials    because I  travelled  incognito      above and beyond the law

 

food for thought

 

they say god has no religion

so, he does not pray

you see, faith is a killer

take that away and…

hell no, that’s not for me

I have a light burning inside

chalk it up to ignorance

or perhaps self-deception

but I’m not alone

while my candle is lit

going down it’s hard as hell

coming up  …it’s sudden vertigo

and you?       do you still have empathy?

lord, save our souls

we’re going down

into the ground

protect us from doubt

leave us numb

no room to maneuver

no food for thought

dial my number

 

I got a telephone in my bosom      so I can call you from my heart       let me tell you about my freedom        coz it matters that much to me        and why don’t you take a look at yourself?      take a good look at yourself     is this the way you wanted it to be?      if I called collect    would you answer me then?    or if you chose to dial my number?     could it matter much to me?

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

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

adventures in spirituality

 

I made my own bible     proclaimed it like a trumpet     the world was deaf     and did not hear     but my words were impeccable      I tried to use their power        in the direction of good        because I am an instrument of peace        and a vassal of love       because love is the supreme science       love is the only law

this was no epiphany    it all came on real easy like      over the course of decades      it was less a voyage of discovery       more a process of discarding garbage      I know who I am now    and I won’t forget        the world won’t let me      I’m fatally flawed      and that’s my strength        it can’t be used against me

individuals are thin on the ground      most people are just copies      nothing of them is original     they are an amalgam of stories they have heard      because everyone has stories    playing inside their heads     we’re all just the stories we tell ourselves     most of them are fictions    we take pride in our fictions      our uniqueness     but when I found out who I really was     I was bitterly disappointed      because I’m not at all unique      I’m a total fucking cliché    

a manic depressive whore      with a taste for drink and drugs       I truly am my own worst enemy      I’m just a Jonas     and I seem to sow discord wherever I go      but I ain’t crying     when I survey my life     I see I’ve lived it as well as I could      but it doesn’t matter now     just how I have lived      I can no longer play the role assigned me     I simply ceased to give a shit     and that brought me peace of mind       but I had to make that peace through understanding       because everything is connected       everything is now

I want to be art

 

what an idea      absurd  but powerful     it has real poetry    but oh lord there ain’t room for us both in this religion     you’d best count me a monkey man     coz I’m about  this world, not the next       my dharma is entirely human      that’s what interests me - being human

life has no meaning     but the meaning we give it        art is the true expression of humanity      I want to be art      I want to perfect my form of being        my being human       because it matters    because I believe in humanity     the laws of nature seem cruel        there’s no justice in the universe       the universe does not care     but we care, right?      even in a godless world   -   we still care  -  don’t we? 

*image 'The Three Shades'  Auguste Rodin

armchair revolutionary

 

fuck this for a game of soldiers     fifty years on the treadmill     just to make some other cunt filthy      no, I’m sick of their bourgeois heroes      I’m sick of their holy books    they want to stunt your imagination     with their prisons, churches and schools   

well, I’m opting out     I’ve simply had enough     I’m an armchair revolutionary now      hooked to the silver screen     I think I broke the world     I didn’t know what I doing     I was only killing time      when this notion came to me…      I need to escape this room       and smash my fucking TV

Curious

 

I just want to know       what the hell is going on?     they say the world will end today      it’s not before time      this world is a sick joke      but then, you reap what you sow      and we’ve sown a lot     I don’t suppose I really care      but I’m curious     I just want to know      is this all there is?     I just want to know

the power dynamic

 

change will come    through the mouth of a gun     the truth is a bullet       the mind is a gun       and a gun is power       as money is power     and beauty is power      we like power     we can’t get enough        all relationships are based on power      and resistance to power       coz power ennobles       while the fear of losing power corrupts       it’s that terrible dynamic     that measures out the conflict      that constitutes our lives

chimp

 

he don't know who he is

coz he’s had a hit

that's knocked

him fucking senseless

so he does his business

with a brownian motion

he’s erratic and addled

dazed and confused

he ain’t got no magic

stashed in his locker

but he feels like a hero

in his own dime novel

and not just another

chimp in the zoo

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 

totally fucked up

 I’m totally fucked up

it’s more than an excuse

it’s symptomatic

I’m totally fucked up

but I’m not alone.

the whole world is fucked up

as is everyone in it

we’ve all been damaged

beaten and abused

draw your own conclusions

everywhere you turn you lose

coz this old world plays rough

you know how people talk

people love to talk

of life and love and liberty

but the world has heard enough

the world don’t care who you are

or how big you dream

they’re gonna monetise you

they’re gonna monetise you

if they have to crush your soul

Tommy Gun

 

I let it rip with psychic bullets   

from my imaginary tommy gun     

I don’t mean to hurt nobody     

but I won’t let up until I’m done

I massacre my friends and neighbours     

I kill ‘em off one by one    

I don’t play god

I have no favourites

I got bullets enough for everyone

I don’t bear them any malice     

it’s just my way of having fun