they say I was born with the dark
charisma that I honed that sucker
into deadly charm I carved the wounds
that last forever it’s hard to
believe but I meant no harm I raise
my glass to former lovers and pray I’m fondly remembered by at least one
don’t let this world
bend you out
of shape
you are not
a hostage
nor fortune’s
fool
be satisfied
get better,
not bitter
make no
space in your heart
for slights
best forgotten
turn your
cheek
bury your
hatchet
every dawn
is a new world
and your
heart is virgin
one man’s mistake
is another’s
treasure
take mind to
have nothing
you’d care to
defend
if you look
for acrimony
you’re sure
to find it
like
attracts like
that’s the
law of intent
They had to lock me up.
For the sake of science they said. The iron in my blood had turned into
plutonium. I was transformed into an interdimensional being who traversed both space
and time. I had ludicrous possibilities – ever unfolding in the shimmering of
dreams. They put me in the psyche ward, because I was
high, way too fucking high. They didn’t
have the instruments with which to chart my design.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in a
hospital.’
‘Do you know
where?’
‘Yes, here.
I’m in this hospital.’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Should I?’
‘No reason
really.’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
Cascade and eclipse.
Another sequence of nightmare realities. This place is a meat factory.
They are out to get me. I hear them calling
my name. This is a world of paid
assassins cynical and cold. Down in the basement secret mind swaps create brand
new fictions. My identity is fluid and slips between the angles of things too
strange to ever define.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in hospital’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
‘When can I
go home?’
‘We have to
defuse you first…’
Here at ground zero, my near fatal exposure has annihilated
my options. So they locked me up. But, I’m no danger to anyone. I just need to
leave this place. I want to go home. ‘Do
you remember my name?’ No, I remember
nothing. Let me out of this cage. I don’t belong in here. I’m just a radioactive prisoner playing stone
age games of fear.
punch a hole in the great lie punch a hole for me all government is based on lies some more so than others we choose our own oppressors thank you very much it’s the best of all possible
systems the leader told us so he likes to keep a high profile he’s always on TV kicking butts and taking names keeping us safe from our enemies he’s the champion of fixers a man of uncommon sense the
nation’s beset by villains he’s going
to sort them out and in the final
refinement of evil he claims that god
is on his side
she poisoned me with kindness she hadn’t read my notes my meds were contraindicated and
strangled up my mind they sent me to a hospital where I had to rebuild my life they say the dose makes the poison and blood can never lie she
put death in my veins and shrugged
as she watched me die
the game's a bogey
they cheated
again
they always
do
I'm not a
criminal
but I have
that energy
so I know a
crook
when I see
one
and I see
them everywhere
some of them
are pretty lush
so powerful
they embody the state
their prices
have just gone up
they were always pretty high
charisma was my best defence I never left home without it I totally seduced myself I may have been deranged, but I had sex appeal you could call it vanity but I liked to prepare my face for the mutts I might meet in the
street I didn’t accept IOUs and I didn't issue receipts coz
promises sell by the dozen but confidence
doesn’t come cheap
I’m not the charmer I used to be time presses on the
world has changed and thankfully so
have I life is a game played by
children regrets are too punk to purchase on
a superficial level I’m still in credit
or maybe I’m just high I never
let my right hand know what the left is stealing besides, I daren’t violate my parole with
an act of wilful pride so I let my
bygones remain bygones I buried that
child a long time ago I
can’t recall just where though I still
remember why
I could tell some stories
but I won’t coz you would think I’m crazy you might think something worse it’s not a cotton candy world it has some edges on it that creates friction conflict conflict is the basis of all drama I’m quite inured to drama no, I won’t waste your time with
stories they’d only make me a
liar my life
is an untold story I cannot keep
from myself
you’d better look sharp
you’d better stand tall you make yourself a target if they see you crawl you know where we’re at it’s not your first bloody nose and it won’t be your last smell that? that’s the stench of fear I can smell it everywhere it’s that year zero fragrance a bitter concoction that’s been a long time brewing in this war between ideologies you’d
better choose your enemies before
they choose you they got your name
and number there’s nowhere you can
hide coz revolution is fomenting in the universal mind
all news is fake news in this phony babylon legacy media alternative media they are all products of dodgy rhetoric as
far as I’m concerned no-one tells me
what to think I bang my own drum I
think for myself and no-one else coz it’s
a mugs game towing the party
line for those parasitic heroes who are
in it for the blood little men cast
giant shadows before a setting sun in
their world of silhouettes and chinese whispers it’s hard to get your facts on straight don’t believe what you’re handed on a
platter do your own research it’s not just what you think that matters but
how you think for yourself
it’s a little salt on an open wound for
a disappointed idealist but
then, you can’t be young and wise the
way things stand today in the
battle between bad and worse there
are only wicked people who sometimes
take opposite sides show me an
innocent man and
I’ll show you someone who doesn’t
know what’s going on but I know the
price of eggs there’s a
shit-storm coming down and it’s all for want of brass
the world keeps on ending
but new eyes just don’t see it I’m
not ready to relinquish youth if maturity means cynicism if I have to squash the part of me that I
treasure most …the boy that still
believes better to die while my
heart is young and humanity intact coz no matter what comes next they will not grind me down I won’t bend with the times I will stand my ground they can’t bully me into submission or buy my vote with stolen brass
I could have tried harder but I couldn’t be arsed I take things in my stride or I don’t take them at all we talked the house down about man, and god, and love how everywhere in the world they hurt the little girls but you’re not a little girl only your pride got hurt you told one colossal lie but I don’t blame you at all we were never simpatico I think we both know that but I have no regrets that I can squawk about
