there’s a poem lodged in my throat I don’t remember the words or where it all began they say god speaks through signs that only prophets understand where the sky blankets the earth in misty morning dew a child in golden chains the sacrificial lamb lost in winter storms hostage to conflict and there’s no star now over Bethlehem just a testament to unending war
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
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
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’.
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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
