deep and wide

 

see them circle?       they scent blood     people are like sharks       some more than others      those are the ravenous souls      always on the prowl       reflexive killers     without a trace of conscience        and just like fucking sharks     if they stop moving – they suffocate   

you need some gimmick    if you want to eat       four walls and a TV    to keep you off the street    you need a home      you need a wife      you need the things that make a life    but this can prove a burden      things can drag you down      other men have found this      some of them have drowned

perhaps the sharks feasted      on those forgotten heroes     but I’m not here for souvenirs     so I’ll kick on regardless     cold blooded killers     make unpredictable companions     the ocean here is deep and wide      its denizens are fearless     so I learned to dart and weave and dive     I glide just like a dolphin    that’s how I managed to remain alive      where better men have fallen

 

author, author

 

I don’t just do this for fun     I do it because I ran out of options     I know I don’t write that well       but I’m ready to bleed across your screen     or pull my knickers down     expose my arse to the world    I’m speaking metaphorically     of course      coz I’m taking a hit - that feels just like a kiss…    when I wrote that down    I felt a little high      I don’t know what you’d call that    and I don’t really care       there’s nothing written here        that can’t later be denied

I am the resurrection

 

I’d been rubbed out   cancelled from existence      stretched beyond endurance      and consigned to rot in hell      but when I received my discharge papers   on that glorious sun drenched morning     I was released from an unforgiving nightmare    I’d found victory   pinioned to the cross      I returned to the beauty I have always known     I am clean    I am redeemed      I am love

fools

 

you get born    you go to school     you get a job    they give you a number    you become a player in the adult word     well, that’s what they expect       but I don’t want to be a player       in this crazy fucked up world     where the wealthy engineer consensus     to keep us in our place   

they say you can’t  buck the system     that there is no other way      you must labour all your life     until one day you die     your reward is pending    in the afterlife    but I reclaimed my mind      I’m breaking all their rules    I won’t obey a system      that treats us like bloody fools

thief

 

I was always a blunt instrument     but I’ve been honed to perfection     I couldn’t be more me if I tried    I know who I am    and I know what I like    I love the light because I’m alive      but I love the dark  because I’m a thief      

I’ve been many things      to many people      but I’ve always been true to myself       I’ve stolen from giants      I’ve stolen from paupers      I’ve stolen from every creature that walked or crawled beneath the sun      but I never robbed anyone who didn’t ask for it    

truthfully  I was never one for deceptions       I’m honest enough with myself      it’s true I may have fabricated some facts  to fit the situation    I forged my own credentials    because I  travelled  incognito      above and beyond the law

 

through the eyes of love

 

is your heart a haunted house?    do you stalk these streets of shame?     here you are - without a friend       your memories choke your dreams       are you really all alone?     have others judged you harshly?     do you know what you’ve done wrong?       can you name the crimes that you committed to feed your twisted and selfish love?

I hate to kick a man when he’s down     but I might not get another chance       you are the victim of your own choices      so, what do you want to know?      or what do you want to hear?      yes, you may have gotten a raw deal      but the sun will come out tomorrow      and you shall be redeemed    blessed through  the eyes of love        it might be less than you hoped for       but it’s more than you deserve

crucified

 

some things cannot be gleaned from books       some things are learned in blood    anyway     the lights are going out now    and I’m pinioned to my cross     sweet mother of heaven       hear me in my time of need     let me cast one last spell     channel my pain into something beautiful       

I’ve nursed one disaster after another     and there are terrible confessions hidden behind my eyes      coz I bent myself outta shape      trying to satisfy the needs of others     now I require something for myself     don’t judge me    I’m not stoned     I’m just tired     fatigued by the extremities of being     I know I made a cunt of myself    but I didn’t mean to prick anyone  else   with this crown of thorns

collective insanity

 

collective insanity      that’s my diagnosis    the whole world is crazy       always has been     the central delusion     the illusion of difference     tells us we’re better than everyone else      coz we at least are innocent       we at least are loved     there’s no one else quite like us      we’re so fucking special    we have the ear of god

Delilah

 

I think about her still     and I grieve    she was never truly mine       but even lies are sacred to lovers     me, I'd never exiled anyone before     they usually perished in accidents of trust     coz I don’t believe in much       but I still believe in love    everything happens for a reason       the truth will bear that out    I can’t see that she’s to blame though      I played it like a chump

food for thought

 

they say god has no religion

so, he does not pray

you see, faith is a killer

take that away and…

hell no, that’s not for me

I have a light burning inside

chalk it up to ignorance

or perhaps self-deception

but I’m not alone

while my candle is lit

going down it’s hard as hell

coming up  …it’s sudden vertigo

and you?       do you still have empathy?

lord, save our souls

we’re going down

into the ground

protect us from doubt

leave us numb

no room to maneuver

no food for thought

naked and alone

 

sleep will not touch me now     neither will I dream     it’s not my conscience again      it’s not what it might seem         they say there are no bad men      only bad situations          and I’ve lived through situations     maybe I brought them on myself     tell me, what difference does it make?      we suffer just the same    from things we haven’t done      everybody’s innocent     according to their tales     we are all just victims of circumstance    wrestling ghostly shadows     naked and alone

 

gagged

 

they locked me up       for speaking my mind        because truth is violence    in their insane world       I was drunk on freedom        and the license it gave me      but to think too deeply    is to dig your own grave       I was drunk on freedom      but I overreached   now I’m the odd man out      in a party of strangers        queer bedfellows      both orphans and strays      in this menagerie      of singular outsiders    I found a voice    to unlock their secrets       yes, I found a voice       but it was not my own