my death songs

 man     I’m strung out like never before        this attritional warfare has shriveled my stones      and turned my blood to rust    I’m barely fit for the knacker's cart     I’m stretched beyond endurance     and wearing pretty thin      I’m in a place of ghosts and shadows    I can’t survive here long     whatever the prognosis     I don’t think I’m going home

my death songs bud ruby on my lips   I’m locked in the organ factory        and marked for vivisection        but I have dirty blood       they have to sort me out    before they cut me open to rummage about    some wired quack      gave me poisonous pills       she said they’d do me good     she said they’d get my business fixed     but here I am in limbo     a million miles from home   I’m belting out my death songs       I don’t know for how long

 

gravity

 this is the order of my days       cyclical      repetitious   and fearsome     I’m as high as a kite      stratospherically      fantastically    orbital       I’m oozing light and heat     and I’m pyrotechnically     blindingly      illuminated

this is the way my spirit  inevitably dives    slumping      toppling       and plummeting          I’m crashing fast      spectacularly     catastrophically      and terminally      I’m in the thrall of some terrible force     frightening      dreadful      and sudden   

this is the power of inexorable gravity     cruel      unforgiving       and devastating  in consequence     vertigo spirals me down    I’m falling    tumbling      and spinning     I am a stone cast on turbulent water    plunging          sinking         and disappearing   

eternal sunshine

when I stepped into the light      I saw the organs of my existence    laid out in a daisy chain    and everything worked beautifully     the way it ought to be      the way it always is

everything I ever needed    was under my skin     I am the seed       of an ever-unfolding flower      happiness blossoms perpetually     to the ebb and flow of love    enlightenment is a cup of pure joy     to be consumed in the hour of eternal sunshine 

copasetic

 man, I landed in the groove      the new sun showered me with gifts       and I’m all lit up like christmas day      see me shine?      I’m in the moment      and the moment is eternal    my thought, speech and actions are harmonised        and I am perfected in love, grace and gratitude       it’s an inside job    I know     but I pulled it off      life loves me again     and so do I     we’re happy together now      me, myself and I

autonomous

 my past was wicked and my future was cursed     I was a prisoner in a jail of my own devising      but I crawled out from under     I put up one hell of a fight     but I’m an individual     I have few attachments     that’s how it is to be free       you have to sacrifice your jailors      you have to crash out of their gaze    and you have to keep moving or they catch you   because everyone is a jailor       in this fucked up world

there is no such thing as limited freedom      it’s all or nothing     don’t be fooled by semantics     they are laying traps again      but they won’t  catch me    I’m too savvy to take the bait      I love being alive    I love feeling free    I’m no animal to be caged       don’t they understand?     if one of us is caged    then none of us are free

the price of liberty is steep       you have to abandon society     and kiss the past goodbye      you have to become aware of your own heart       for what is freedom without wisdom      without love?       freedom can be the greatest of all vices without temperance      it’s not just the power to do as we like        it’s the opportunity to do as we should    

so leave me alone       I won’t tread on your toes      there’s no need to bind me     because no matter what you do       I will not conform       I cannot conform     conformity is a prison       the enemy of growth       coercion captures men      but freedom inspires them      the fight for freedom is a personal and solitary battle    we conquer the fears of today     to fight again tomorrow     it’s even harder to preserve our liberty      than it is to win it