another
reluctant dawn burns holes into my
eyes just another blind man sickening for change I tried to off load my shackles coz you never know the hour or day will bring a glimpse of hope I’m
tuned into a world that has never
been my own I’ve been waiting on a
shepherd but all I get are wolves
meanwhile… …at your local shop ‘n’ save the precepts of scientific management churn out well adjusted slaves they have chosen between conformity and freedom they are willing to be managed each has had their price I’ve been damaged and discouraged but I’m not crazy enough to join them I dressed like them talked like them and even ate like them but I could not think like them I can’t be moulded to society’s requirements I needed new horizons and ever greater highs so cut me some slack coz crazy amounts of spoon robbed me of my consumer status and left me on my backside you can sometimes buck the system but not the dark forces fear is the coinage of modern babylonians fear is the quirt that keeps the herd in check
I‘m so high I daren’t look down but I don’t even miss the ground good riddance to bad vibrations I’m just an infant laughing at the
sun the universe and I are one… …it’s a perfect fit… …hand
in glove …so don’t blow my
high let me fly with the birds I got the ornithology and there’s magic in my words
but I ain’t bobbing for apples this is a game I can never win but I shoot when I’m hot and I’m ready to fly more often than not …angling
for the short prize aiming kinda low… I might just beat the system it depends on where I go sometimes I can fly away keep the blues at bay …gravity is patient with madmen… …but I’m bound to crash someday
mother preserve my soul was I up to no good just then? I seem to have drifted away… …I was in the psyche ward again and I was totally numb closed off to the world but seeing is believing at least that’s true for some …I’m peeking through the curtains sunlight in my eyes I’m tuned into eternity and stratospherically high… …now and in the moment I know the world is mine it was broadcast on the news and it’s written in the sky I’m dynamite this morning but I don’t know how or why
all riches are theft all rich men are thieves revolution is justice revolution is truth the truth in our stomachs the truth in our hearts revolution is an act of violence revolution speaks through the barrel of a gun seven pounds of murderous intent the unifying icon of perpetual revolution placed in the hands of children our modern day dogs of war
one day we’ll return
to the
place where we belong
but we’ll go
the long way round
and make our
way as killers
scorching
hallowed ground
until we
learn to speak as children
devouring
stolen apples
in the
orchard of the sun
where once
we built
our monstrous
war machines
and turned
them on our gods
all words have failed us so we turn to the violence boiling in our hearts we’re talking war again our words are crimson with the justification of blood an eye for an eye the blindness of lust but we will have justice we shall wreak revenge we shall kill in the name of humanity vouchsafe our security through the shedding of blood we must defend our lives and love the bloody sword the only good enemy is a dead one they’re not even human number them with their murdered children their hearts are breaking now god grant them peace when this madness is done
every face tells a story but all faces are masks and all lips were made for lies there’s a kernel of truth buried in every deception for we are purely abstract a triumph over chaos living in a world of pure theatre we are all of us fiction woven into fact our silence screams for truth but even silence lies we are what we hide this is a world of illusion reality is only glimpsed through an opaque lens everything we do is a masquerade a dance within the mind
age smothers with
daily cruelty and I’m longing for
peace but not too much I’ve
been imagining my death instead of
sleeping away my days there’s blood in the bathroom I’ve been
spurting out life from my commonplace heart I don’t court it I’d rather avoid it but it finds me unprepared and alone I’ve studied the science and I must surely die someday but I just can’t see it it
isn’t really me I’ve decided to live
to die of boredom in another thousand years
I’ve been living for tomorrow all my sorry life but living for the moment might be worth a try because I’m dying incrementally one fear at a time one day we’ll talk about immortality but today let’s talk about death and
why it’s stalking me
it was hard to tell what it had been just a pool of blood and gore plastered to the side of the road another failed crossing? or perhaps a suicide? success or failure are often hard to divine is that my destiny? it seems pretty bleak that’s the stuff I’m made of animated flesh and bone spilled and spoiled all dreams and aspirations flattened by a truck
I’m stumbling from crisis to crisis with no clear outcome in sight but I’m not defined by my problems I rise against the wind and swim against the tide I rail against my fate I will not be denied through inertia or assuaged by momentary pleasures I refuse to be another sudden impact I want to leave something more than a stain in the road behind
I am my own religion
selfish cruel and beautiful
all who touch me wither and die
I’m the cat who got the cream
and I cut up nice when I’m nice but a little self love can be a dangerous
thing I bit too deep from forbidden
fruit my love is a burden to me
now love without theatre is a sad device you can sacrifice too much and have little else to give but love without sacrifice is simple
theft I stole with my tears I owe myself for misplaced trust
I’m too old now to care what others think my opinion is the only one I count no
one is ever as clever as they think they are but I’m always right except when I’m wrong and I turn up wrong more often than
not on a purely subjective level I’m a bonny liar I lie to myself night after night but I won’t be diluted or poisoned I won’t be validated by others I’m my own worst enemy and my own best friend I’m my alpha and omega in the forever amen
not all birds winter in the south some of us are flightless moribund and exhausted some of us are accidents car crash victims veterans of unhappy wars long since wounded and purple hearted they say having flown you’ll forever walk the street with your eyes on the sky for there you have been and long to return not to reap or sow but to soar without constraint beyond imagination
I have wounds hidden scars but
all my surfaces such as they
are present spotlessly clean at least to the naked eye but I’m filthy by decent human standards and my wings of wax drenched in lust fucked up and sorry have failed me in the hour of my disillusionment forever fixed in space in the moment of crashing I am leaden now and planted in the soil of my woeful discontent
