this could be a confession anyway, it might as well be true I heard this story oh, what a story and it fused into my mind with the promise of unlimited potential now I’m all ramped up for the final oblivion conflict seems predictable depends how far you’ll go in defence of your illusions I don’t give a damn I got jesus on my side there’s a force in his story that will not be denied I’ll put it in a nutshell there’s nothing left to fear but people never listen they’re still wielding sticks and stones it’s enough to break your heart but only the dead know peace and I must live with that
11 December 2024
28 November 2024
the beautiful life
sometimes it takes an age for the penny to finally drop it seems I was the last to know that I carry the weather in my head and can only make hay when the sun shines this life is short and that's a fact there will be pain you can count on that I got the call up to become a believer but their words are just moonshine for the gullible and feeble I could appoint a personal saviour or simply save myself and do the world a favour I might become a human being or go on toiling as a beast without ever seeing that the beautiful life is the only life worth living
10 October 2024
aphrodite says
there is no god but love all other gods are false those wrathful and judgemental gods are only demons of our own design we are motivated by fear to fashion jealous gods in our own image our superstitious hearts have made a pact with evil to sacrifice our peace for the sake of hatred and avarice but love makes no demands at all because there is love in every human heart surrender yourself to love your faith will surely follow love is heaven an estate of the heart it’s all we ever wanted it’s all we really need we live in the orbit of love from the cradle to the grave we are never alone we are never without love it’s our natural state we are meant to walk in the light of love
17 February 2024
the relations of production
the hand that gives is the hand that takes money is our god make no mistake they say money talks and money makes sense but the game is rigged at our expense we’re taking names and talking shit laying blame and sick of it our parasitic system has left us helpless and alone but the rich will always prosper their progress is well known they tell me this is natural the rich are rich the poor are poor it’s just the way it is the dynamics of the system defy analysis but our labour is the price for the little we can save we’ll labour for our living we’ll labour to the grave we’ll grease the wheels of industry for our paltry weekly wage
19 December 2023
mister natural (again)
never worked a day in my life won’t sweat blood for the machine blood is heavier than gold but what do I know? I’m just a bum balancing the scales my advice to would be scholars is to do what you like but don’t let your imagination run away with you don’t lose yourself in the herd or let modest claims of individuality camouflage your bovine curiosity just plant a flag in the anecdotal and call it history
but don’t listen to me
I’m a certified fool I renounce history all histories are phony I have no history I just tell convenient stories this life was spent dreaming yesterday’s cause is lost let tomorrow care for tomorrow’s woes I won’t cry today I feel I’m halfway high just from thinking about it I’m pitching naturals from now on these dice are loaded and the table is
mine
17 December 2023
beatified
I don’t read the papers I just follow the signs I get all the information I need in stereo messages from heaven transmitted in high definition directly into my cranium my senses may be addled but my heart is instrumental in sorting out those waves I needn’t be sober to garner their substance the lyrics are set in time to a long familiar refrain
they tell me god loves a drunk because all drunks are poets and all poets are killers when it comes down to it and it often does we are all of us killers but
I don’t seem to mind I’ll gladly take
the blame if there’s any going my hereditary fault lines my bipolar distemper mete out eyeball for eyeball and subtle truth for gain
it ain’t rocket science
just simple dharmic law the
children of men are routinely tested
to live and love and lose again that’s
the sum of our existence those are the rules of engagement the nature of the game that’s how the courageous love as
lions among lambs in the pastures of eternity in a story without end
3 February 2021
the infinite and radiant IS
the
infinite and radiant IS bestowed upon me a kiss and she whispered in my ear that she’d always held me dear she banished all the shadows
that once played upon my heart she said that though I’d felt alone we’d never been apart she knew that I had suffered the countenance
of men but I would never lose her love or lose my way again
she
said that I now owned the world and everything therein and nothing that I would ever do could ever be a sin and it filled my heart with joy to know I was her favourite boy how do I explain?
I was reborn again
she
told me she was everywhere and she was everything from the fish deep in the ocean to the birds out on the wing she said that none of this is real but thinking makes it so this world is an illusion that we must one day let go
she
is the love supernal and her light shines eternal she has been my lover since the dawn of time she’s my sister and my mother
there’s
never been another she's a lifetime confidante
and
the dearest friend of mine I know her most intimately so I can assure you of this everything that ever was and everything
that is has always been the property of the infinite and radiant IS
30 January 2021
infinite space
when I’m dead and gone don’t you cry for me and I’m simply moving on and I hope you’ll come to see that no-one ever really dies for each of us
lives on in immortality
none of this is real but thinking
makes it so this world is an
illusion that one day we’ll let go I tried to live this life without a single care I never made a penny but I’ve been everywhere
I’m an immortal soul and I’ll still be about long
after the sun has died and the stars
have all burned out when
everything we’ve known has disappeared without a trace my journey shall continue somewhere in
infinite space
29 January 2021
universal dogma
28 January 2021
raven
death is the bird perched
on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so show me good grace for I am your master this world belongs to my children and I
I live alfresco don’t need television I gather my news straight from the vine we’re crashing out to
another dimension these shoes were meant for sunnier climes pour us some sense from an unopened bottle and drink of a truth that won’t be denied
there’s nothing to fear so don’t get excited it’s
so hard to live but it’s easy to
die you’ll
hear music wrapped up in thunder you’ll
feel the essence of something divine I
am the raven that carries you over and
paints you immortal if you’re so
inclined
24 September 2020
god must die
god is dead long live god the god of mercy that sacrificial lamb paved the way for the church of sex and violence we are all subscribers now to the show that never stops
we kill god again and again every time we
murder innocence when we
kill for killings sake when we make children enemies of the state we doubled up on that
shit we never tire
of killing gods
happiness is fleeting but your pain
will always be attended god whispers to us in our joy and screams
at us in our pain I murder
god in my sleep in my very dreams I murder
god for breakfast before I start the day
our prayers are an admission of
our weakness ours is a hunger that cannot be satisfied
we were meant for some other world
some world of
eternal love because of what remains for us faith and hope and love the latter is sovereign in our hearts they say the
darker the night the
brighter the stars the deeper the despair the
closer to god and that is why god must die
23 September 2020
mendacious
there are things you
never forget especially
things that didn’t happen the past is what we remember or pretend to remember it’s purely subjective there is no past really
just shady memories and stories we tell
ourselves
there’s no real
distinction between the true and false most things are neither most of what people say is evasion to expose the poverty within
ourselves is
a frightening possibility best
to make something up
do a little dance and
hope no-one is watching
I don’t remember
you I remember me and what I thought of you I had you pegged as a
liar but we are
all liars our
lives are one big lie and our lies are beautiful they help us perfect who
we are
don’t all lies lead
inexorably to the truth? is
there not a kernel of truth in every lie?
all stories true or false lead to the same
conclusions sometimes
lies are easier to swallow than truths the
truth can blind
but lies merely illuminate
we are all actors in our
lives we just pretend to be who we want people to
think we are as
actors each must play their part as if it were real
but
we are all of us works of fiction in this world of
monstrous truths
it’s probably just as well
19 September 2020
vox dei
I was certified
ordinary at the lollipop factory but an undetected defect seized
me by the knackers and I
seen the god of babylon riding on his chariot through the cooperative
store and I seen he had sharks eyes cold and dead and joyless and he was just a boy a
youth of eternal summer but he made my blood run cold I’d give that cunt a wide berth but he’s the master of this world
I hid
from him then but I
won’t be caged no more I won’t play his bloody game it’s
my turn now to forge secrets and manufacture a legacy he kept us in the dark but
he forgot to hide the books I’ve been a busy boy I know all his secrets he
cannot chain my mind with snake oil and magic lotions so he
can just dream on because I can think for myself
all
gods are false gods there ain’t nothing behind the curtain there are no wizards in Oz all religions are man
made we crowned the god of babylon and
we can bring him down is that seditious? am I laying a crime on your ears? dummy up
and listen good while I lift the
veil from your eyes the seditious are the only honest beings left we will not live the
lie it’s something of a handicap in a world where liars and charlatans are deified
I was
as distant from him as I could be then I was plunged into darkness on the
5:15 there was brief a spark of recognition but it
was swallowed by the inky black and the god of babylon spake unto me his
first lie was epic but
his last was pathetic I don’t judge but I was never a believer he was
all transmission how could he know what I was thinking? that
limp procession of falsehoods and threats bemused me you don’t have to
do that not if you are a god he smote me
then with instruments of my own devising it took me a lunar year to scrape my arse
off his shoe
sweet pilgrim
you’d better beware so many people around you are phonies and
you could be a phony too and never know there
was a time you knelt in prayer and the words were a comfort to you now
you suspect you were only talking to yourself and that the god you built from
old stories and wishful thought has a veracious appetite and he gorges on his makers day and night that
god is the fountain of all lies and a
parchment of your imagination
10 September 2020
brand new semiotics for mind body and soul
some days I drag the low end
but it doesn’t matter it doesn’t bother me I
won’t be writing any suicide notes on that account I’m
not fixing to die anytime soon I just began learning how to live but I
have circumstances to accommodate and those can be
a bitch but I
can’t complain
I won’t reach out if
there’s no need it’s not just my pride there’s
no point in me spilling my guts if I’m
only crying wolf it doesn’t pay to take yourself too seriously when
you are subject to sudden change I might foment a little poison in my cup from time to
time but I always have the antidote in my
pocket
I take
life as it comes I make no demands of anyone and I
only do what I want to do so you can stow
your neutral gaze I’ll have passion in my playpen and the freedom to live as I please
I’m
just a dog with a bone still fighting a war that
ended long ago I could tell you things you
would not believe so I won’t waste words you’d
only call me a liar but you wouldn’t know which me is really me or if
my words are matched by deeds
which me is me? the crazy
wild impulsive me? or
the darkly reclusive suicidal me? someone
picked me up and shook my shadow loose now
the pieces have fallen back to earth but nothing is where
it ought to be I tried to run away
but you can’t lose your shadow even if the sun shines a little less
brightly for you
everything happens
for a reason or it doesn't it's hard to tell when you so often see just
what you expect to see my story is not a sad
story my
story is an abstract about a boy who survived a
storm he thought would never end but
it was during that terrible storm that
he discovered he carried a fire within he learned to kindle that flame at will and
always keeps the makings close to hand