bread and jam

 

I’ll tan your arse     filthy boy     a lick of the belt     will teach you to cry     it was always me     singled out    this time    other times too      but I’m strong     I’ll get by      stupid cunt     do as your told     or you’ll feel my hand     you’re not too old     it’s not so bad      but if it gets worse     I’ll run away       try as you might     you can’t make me feel small      smaller than I already am      coz it’s all bread and jam        pleasure and pain      no animosity     not in this house      no tea for you    and  early to bed     where you’ll struggle to sleep       on nights filled with dread

news for dummies

 

we’ve been waiting for the world to change      most of our dread fuelled lives      but that’s not gonna happen     not in the world we live in      they say violence is instrumental       and violence can auger change        coz the good guys always win      they said so on the terrorvision     they tell us there’s freedom here at home      but that’s just another lie      freedom at large is just a dream     the name of the game is power      p-o-w-e-r     don’t put yourself on      all paths lead to the inescapable conclusion    that every victory is pyrrhic     when the war can never be won    

screaming

 

as the world spins on its axis      and the sun sinks slowly in the west      another tsunami load of recycled shit hits the fan        there’s always fresh meat for the grinder      there will always be war and rumours of war      there will always be blood on our hands       because we’re all in the shit together     it’s always been this way     you can tell me there’s love in the human heart     and that love is the universal law   but I have to laugh when presented with the irony     otherwise I’d be screaming all the way to hell     

the man who knows nothing

 

back and further back      back in the best forgotten          I once knew       yes, I once knew      but I’m now inured to knowledge       coz I roll up empty     yes, I roll up empty      more often than not     coz I screen my calls      yes, I screen my calls     so no-one burns my ears     with yesterday’s bad news      I share my dreams with ghosts     only ghosts know my true station       I’m the man who knows nothing      and the man who knows nothing      is more blessed than cursed 

hip philosophics

 

I’ve been talking with my shadow      and he seems worldly wise      but  it’s a question of dynamics        all relationships are based on power      I’ve known that from day one     so I’ll never be his hostage     he’ll never bang my drum      you may think I’m crazy    but once smitten twice shy     it’ll take more than blind faith       to unlock my locker        coz I pumped a lot of pain       and now I want concrete guarantees          I lent my instruments to a wiser fool      and he tells me I’m doing fine         he rejects the phony work ethic      he never slogged a day in his life        he says we each choose our own burdens      in our efforts to break even

she's so heavy

 

I was aware for quite some time     my favourite lover      was no friend of mine       when the lights went out      and she went to ground     I knew it was over     but I followed her down     the promise of pudding     burned in my loins      when she took my ambitions       and swallowed them whole       maybe it’s a good thing        she no longer comes around       her love was so heavy    it made me feel old      some kinds of love      like poison flows      I’m nobody’s fool    but it just goes to show     that promises may glitter    but that don’t make them gold

*image: Gustav Klimt ‘Judith The Head Of Holofernes’.

carnal knowledge

 

the satisfaction doesn’t last long      coz the more you have     the more you want     the more you want    the more you bleed out        it’s the best part of our nature     and I go along with nature     everything is about sex      except for sex     sex is about power     and we’re all into power      in a perfect world we could fuck without dominion      but sex is emotion in motion     and we carry our insecurities to the very end      the desire to fuck is insatiable    and it surpasses our morality      coz inside we’re just animals      and animals know no sin 

temptation

 

I’d live without regret, if the world would just leave me alone    I can’t tell what’s right, when all I want seems wrong     coz nothing damns us like the things we love   it’s the knowing that tempts us    it’s our pornographic mindset    that continually turns us on    there’s a charm in the forbidden      that makes it so delicious    that we are forced to concoct excuses      for doing what we want     when we could just yield to temptation     while we still have the chance

killer cosmonaut

 

I’m totally spaced out       blitzed out of existence     so catastrophically high      I cannot see the ground     they dropped the fucking bomb on me      and hit me where it hurts       hell flickered for a second        then the lights went out     now I’m locked out of the world      with nowhere else to go      my imminent re-entry      will have to be postponed      though I’m bitterly disappointed      I’ll still make it on my own        coz I’m the killer cosmonaut      I’m not afraid to be alone

bark like a gun

 

defend yourself      but don’t be cruel      fear breeds violence       and violence bleaches the soul     so I’ll fear for nothing      when there’s nothing to defend      coz I’ve walked on poisoned ground       and trod on many toes      in my efforts to break even      but I surrender now       to the entropic universe      and the power that rules my fate

don’t get me wrong      this life is beautiful           but it don’t fight fair     some say it’s heavy handed      but I don’t seem to mind        I’m not afraid     I know I’ll play my part      I’ll take my filthy sheets       and wind them through the dark      where I’ve just began     to fulfil the obligations       of any natural man      to tread softly as a angel      and bark like a fucking gun

the crown of creation

 

when I deep it    

really dig down into it     

I’m ever grateful

for the transformative power of pain    

coz I am not diminished by suffering    

I flourish in the face of adversity     

I carry the fire from the mountain 

I’m loaded with that energy

I am more than the sum of my parts

you can ask anyone       

I’m the crown of creation      

and the anthem of the sun    

villain

 

every hero needs a villain       every villain thinks he’s a hero    conflict is the source of all drama      Tam would know about drama        he authored plenty       it took me an age to catch on      but he finally set me straight      he thought that I needed toughened up    he was teaching me how to hate      

a father’s love can crush a boy        or temper him in the fire     Tam is just a story now      the family bogeyman       I play the hero in the tales that I tell         stories of love and hate   not as some dialectic process     but a living contradiction       played out in a homemade hell