the great lie

 

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      

poison

 

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    

criminal energy

 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

they can't lock you up inside

for possessing a criminal mind

but they can give you the keys

to the medicine cabinet

and the access codes

to their doomsday device

charismatic

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

shtumm

 

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

year zero

 

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

critical thinking

 

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      

brass

 

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     

simpatico

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

Jonah and the whale

 

“Now the Lord had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah…”

I know an allegory when I see one. This is a tale of redemption and forgiveness.  You better obey the Lord, because he can fuck you up. I empathise with Jonah.  I have been fucked up. When my friends cast lots against me, the world swallowed me whole. My three days and nights lasted an eternity – until I finally discerned the truth. You can take that fishy story with a pinch of salt. Don’t take any text literally. Call it poetic licence. Sometimes fictions make more sense than facts. That doesn’t make them true, they just come disguised like that. The truth part is up to you.

There are fictions we choose to believe. There are fictions we can’t see.  We might as well be blind if stories have us crouching in the dark. We might as well be deaf if we will not hear the truth screaming in our ears.   We are only as honest as our curiosity.  It’s curiosity that wields the blade with which we dissect ideas. We were gifted with minds, so that we could think for ourselves. That’s what makes us human beings. That’s what being human is. If there’s a spark of divinity in that, it was born within our minds.

Do something crazy before you die

                                 

Do you ever think about your thinking?  Is your mind just a place to hide?   I met the Buddha the other day. He was panhandling for change.  He recognised the face, but couldn’t recall my name, He said. “do something crazy before you die, “  then fucked off down the street. It had to be the Buddha -  although I must admit he’s changed.  He’s still the man I knew from a different time and place.

Do you ever think about your thinking?  Does your mind illuminate your life?  Stranger things have happened, but I couldn’t tell you when.   If you identify as sentient, you’re not alone in loneliness.  This old world is crazy. You’ll never figure it out.  Just don’t take it too personally. You’re only passing through. Try to bear that in mind whenever the world disappoints you.   It’s not just sage advice.  This here’s a word to the wise. Do something crazy before you die.  The opportunity won’t come twice

music for parties

 we’re all about the night      so go on      give it a little extra     stick the boot right in    we’ve been waiting on something special       it’s time you took your turn       let’s get out of our skins       we can celebrate together      puncture the night with song      tonight will live forever    coz the party never ends      where young hearts run wild and strong