tomorrow

 we’ve all been up       we’ve all been down       this old life      is a merry go round        just try to remember     that it’s only a ride      it’s never too late to get high      so do a carpe diem      get up and dry your eyes      today will fade away      but tomorrow never dies    

tyrant

 there’s a tyrant in my heart        knee deep in atrocity        there’s a tyrant in 

my heart        bleeding out hysterically        the poison he spews forth       is 

petty   mean and selfish        he’s tearing me apart      but I’m under his 

bloody thumb

there’s a tyrant in my heart        who lashes out in anger      there’s a tyrant in my heart       who wields a vicious tongue     the abuse he dishes out       fills me with remorse        I could die of shame       when I think of what he’s done

there’s a tyrant in my heart      who severs my connections        there’s a tyrant in my heart        that wants me all alone       he whimpers in the dark      and rails against the light     yes   a tyrant rules my heart        and I’m not the only one

subterranean

 I’m in deep    too deep     subterranean        tunnelling in the dark       sifting shit for a living      if you can call it living      I’m inclined to think I’m beyond that       I was pronounced dead by the committee         and the committee ought to know    this could be my hell      or some other phony religious device      I’ve got to get out of this hole     before it becomes my nest     I’m loaded with dynamite         I just don’t have no matches       but one day I’ll explode      catalysed by friction        and I’ll see you all  again    in the kingdom yet to come

 

 

sucker

 I fell for the psycho-sexual intrigue      again        it was fucked up       but she said I was her man      who was I to disagree?       did you ever get the déjà vu?      the feeling that you met before?      I’m a sucker for that shit       I guess we’re all the same      my alarm bells were ringing    but I didn’t listen     I tried to tell myself       I was only in it for the ride       I’d take it as it comes        coz I’m that kind of guy      but I’m a sucker just the same         that cannot be denied

darker

 slowly turn the tides      to ebb and flow in darkness       what’s the spread today?      am I gonna make it?     coz I feel low      like I’m definitely sinking     there’s a pattern to my days      they grow darker     in procession      I’ve been blunted      and the sun barely reaches        into the hole I’m digging       it could be darker      that’s the way it’s heading       my progress is relentless       the darkness unforgiving

whispers

 we made a compact    right from the very start    we’d be secret lovers    with no strings attached       we were just two thieves      playing with stolen time      and what we shared together     remains buried in our hearts      but I sometimes speak your name       when there’s no one else around      I whisper that I love you       but hardly make a sound

friday's child

 I stared in the mirror     until I no longer recognised my face      but saw in my 

reflection       that friday’s child      is a trumpet of peace      and a sword of 

deliverance       from the forces of darkness

I laid me down      by the still waters    an oasis of life      in the motherless waste       the wisest of fools       will surrender their hearts      to the love universal

I’ve been turned out        with no brass in my pockets      but I count the stars as personal wealth       my home is heaven       this born again loser       who supped with the devil       and drank to his health        

pneuma

 

too many hyenas       not enough lions      no individuals left      in this menagerie     our tribal brothers    fuelled  on junk and weed      are waiting to cut us down to size    but I shall not be shamed   by another’s words or deeds        I am now consigned   to the power that rules my fate         there’s nothing left to fear       in the face of certain death

I am centred now      on myself alone       and on the accumulation

of personal power        I stand  as a singular entity     empty  and without form       I require no validation        I have no points to score     I sacrificed my pretentions          and freed up the space       between myself and the world     to polish my connection      to the man within

sometimes    in the moment    I forget to think about myself    and it feels good    to be that free     I’m tired of looking  in distorted mirrors    and preening my interior    with the kind of self perception     that flatters to deceive

I don’t want to escape     I simply want tuned in     I don’t know where I’m going     I do know where I’ve been   I no longer worry   over the inconsequential    and it’s all inconsequential    as far as I can see    and I can see quite far    on any given day

I do my own thing      it’s the only path that suits me     it’s the path that leads to freedom     no one showed me      I have no method     I have no teachers     it’s easier that way      I am inconspicuous   and self possessed      and that’s the form of freedom      that matters most to me  

 

bitter intentions

 there are some graves       you cannot fill       with drink     or drugs      or sacred vows        some things die           from no good cause        and our grief blossoms       with black and blue petals

we poisoned our prayers          with bitter intentions       and lived to reap       the spoils of conflict       our bloody wounds       are constant reminders         that the pain we deal out      will one day find us

hey dreamer!

 breakfast time       dawn streams      through your blistered eyes       somebody got lucky last night      but it wasn’t you        so pull up yer drawers      and dry your eyes    

don’t make yourself sick      you’ve done no harm today       well, nothing that will stick        so take a shower       roll a joint       get yer metal fixed

hey dreamer!        on yer toes       don’t space out       they’ll go through your pockets       leave you with hee haw        it’s a long walk home        when you’re empty      

you stole a little pleasure      your action was real slick       you had yourself a good time        god knows you felt no pain       but now it’s time  to scuttle home       before they make you pay   

 

magoo

 I think a black cat crossed my wires     and cast me the evil eye     it may have fucked with my mojo     but I don’t seem to mind     coz there’s turmoil in my pockets      and gear on every corner        I have time enough to burn        and the urge is something fierce 

 

all I need is a dab     to lubricate my illusion     and liberate my ego       I lost faith in my identity     and confidence in my face       I’m just a slab of ancient mutton     well  past my sell by date      I’m totally out of contention         and no longer play that game

 

 I‘ve become a jelly man    neck deep in heavy dope      author of a comfortable oblivion   myopically forgetful    empty headed   and exempt      rendered completely harmless       through drug induced psychosis        and I’m easy with that vibe        but only when I’m high

 

blackout

 I got my shit together       just in case      my shit is required        but why should it be?      coz the hour grows late        and I grow tired      I’m a surplus being      no strings attached       all I recall      is the rudimentary      no cause for concern     we suspected this much        all along       it starts with a whimper          ends with a bang        you go on ahead         I’ll set my alarm         and wait for the blackout        and my moment of calm