all that lingers on

 under branch and bough       buried in dead leaves     the corpse of summer rotting      beneath the mystery       the earth cries out your name     but you cannot hear     because you have long since gone       the waning sun casts no warmth        your winter coat is covered in frost        but you yourself moved on     beyond the sea of troubles          and all that lingers on       are the memories       and the songs

forever in eternity

 we were both so young       sleek   polished   urchins       who laughed and ran     carefree     and we were high     so high    higher than we ought to be       but we didn’t know  the way     not then      not now       not ever     

there were choking signs      flushed        and filled with vomit     you were drained of life       and the treasures         you were promised       I could do a number now     but that would be dishonest

a mother’s tears don’t dry       and they will not wash us clean      there is no end to pain       or the filth that we were born to      it makes no sense to say    that  I still feel the shame today    forever     in eternity

greed kills

 it’s a dog eat dog world      and that’s a fact     the big fish      eat the small fish    it simply works like that       the cost of living      is often dying      the price of freedom is slavery      in the new babylon      everyone you meet     is trying to screw you over     but they have little choice      they have to take their shot     coz those billionaire messiahs      stir a bloody pot

 

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