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

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

eulogy

 I said a prayer to the highway god

“Please don’t let me die alone

Out on this road

So far from home”

Some say that hungry worms conspire to rend the flesh of the recently expired. That we return to whence we came – to that unknown place which bears no name. Some day perhaps we’ll rise again to know no sorrow – to feel no pain. I don’t know the truth in that, because I’ve seen death up close and I don’t see no way back from that. So if I fall before my time; bury me beneath the sign that points the way back home; and simply say of me ‘he once was here and now is gone’.

stronger

 I made you    my seed gave you life      flesh of my flesh     you belong  to me      you’re a chip off the old block       but I’ll be old and grey         before you get the better of me        you’ve gotten too big for your boots      coming on all high and mighty       you need some bringing down boy       get your feet back on the ground      you’ll feel the back of my hand          it’s the only thing you understand      there’s only one god in this house       and while you’re under my roof      I will be obeyed       and I will be adored      because everything I do     I do it for you     one day you’ll thank me      for making you stronger         one day you’ll thank me      for making you stronger

weasels

 it gets complicated  when the weasels come to town         some critters only love you when the sun shines       they turn carnivorous in the dark      weasels are sharp and unrelenting     theirs are worlds of meat and necessities       I don’t care      what did the old assassin say?      the coup de grace       always stick one in the brainpan      that’s what I’m doing      gimme the blowtorch      we’re smoking moon rocks        testing the limits of gravity        stick it to my brain pan      I feel the rapture coming on strong     I’m all about having a laugh     vibing with the positive        success is having fun       there’s no maybe in paradise     no excuses      no exceptions    and no mealy-mouthed weasels to ruin the party for everyone else   

in the land of uz…

 sort me out with a spoonful      coz a black cat crossed my path      mail it if you care for me      or just leave me alone     but you know where I am     if you want to treat me like lover     just come on down     I got lightning in my pocket     but I can’t spare a dime      so don’t expect my call      I’m a hostage to necessity       and have no friends at all

so fuck me up      turn me out     distance me from all I love     bury me in winter squalls      twist my nuts and turn me off       tell me now I’m going home      where no-one lives but me alone      now that all reason has fled       teach me how just cruel you are     furbish my weapons      poison my bread      pour for me a bitter cup     take my tears and drink them up

I’m going all the way down     never has so cruel a season rained down on my head     it has carved for me a heart from stone     no lover’s lips can relieve my doubts    no knockout blow will count me out      no fiery brand will light my path     I grope in the darkness and eschew the light     coz there’s only one fight      and I’m in it thick     so murder me      but please make it quick

 

bugsy

all my life they had me drag the low end     they say I’m not worth knowing       that I don’t amount to  much      so I deserved their soft betrayals     the kind that stuck fast    a leaking of confidences  unanswered phone calls    unanswered doors     they’d cut a little distance        and leave me in the cold       maybe they caught a glimpse of my crazy        maybe they just lost patience       I’m used to that now      no one knows you when you’re mental     I guess my company isn’t easy      no one owes me anything      friendship least of all       but it doesn’t really matter now      I’m tempered by experience       and hardened to the bone      I flourished on the outside      I made it on my own

*Bugsy; adjective  infested with bugs; dirty; weird; buggy. Crazy; unstable; bughouse, He must be bugsy to behave so impulsively!  

dharma

there are no big secrets       don’t believe all you read      all beliefs are cosmetic      you have to harvest the present      to live your own truth      there’s a universe in motion      and it don’t know your name       all names are bogus      they all sound the same      your mind is magical     let it work in silence       this is the medicine      you consume with your soul        the truth is an unwavering note      that resonates through the cosmos          there’s but one single instant      that lingers eternal    there’s only one truth      and its moment is now

 

  

home

 it’s been a hard road     but I came the long way round       towns are made of people     and this old town is dead to me      everybody is out of reach     I’m a stranger here now      and I live so far away       far away in time      I’ll find no sanctuary here       I wouldn’t have a prayer      it didn’t seem so bad      framed by moonlight     with eyes filled with passion      you’d think an outside woman could provide a home for me       but home is where my people are        it’s where I’m headed to    not where I started from    adventure risks uncertainty      peace begins at home 

imagination

 reality is a hoax     I don’t believe in that shit     bring me intoxication    serve me ecstasy    light me up with insanity      reality is a prison     I’ve long since escaped      the real universe is beyond our comprehension      imagination trumps reality     because reality is stationary      it’s all in the mind of course      fiction reveals what reality obscures    faith is a mere placebo    imagination illuminates the world       imagination is the wellspring of all creation      imagination has no limits       in a universe of infinite possibilities anything you can imagine is real

wolves

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

 

modern babylonians

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