I won’t cry foul I never was a victim I play the hand that’s dealt me and accept the consequences so go ahead and cast your stones no one is above criticism but some bear other’s faults jealous tongues spread bad news and magnify the false but I’ve broken no earthly law save the laws of prudery I sleep wherever I’m welcome and reap whatever I sow my critics only strengthen me their inhibitions make me bold my difference is a source of pride I’m unaffected by the crowd but if I walked a mile in their tight shoes I might just hate me too I’m a libertine by nature I never followed rules and I refuse to be held accountable by puritanical fools
23 February 2024
21 February 2024
morning glory
I’m tumbling out of bed lit up like christmas day swept up on the surging tide of sexual energy deep within our hearts we long for ecstasy a tornado of desperate happiness that sweeps us off our feet when did you last feel euphoric? when was your moment of bliss? teach me how to love you show me what you need because I loved you in the darkness a secret in my soul but now we’re meeting flesh to flesh I’m losing self control
19 February 2024
the son of heaven
some folk never know well, you can’t say that of me I knew exactly who I was though others couldn’t see just another working class chump pretending to be free so why should I play the fool when I have things to say? the cat has my tongue and my flies are undone maybe I’m better off this way I’m uneasy with this silence I prefer my electrical storms I broke the root of my sorrow with a well timed show of force it amounts to sleight of hand but I’m better for the change since I placed the stars in orbit and gave them all new names the sun will rise and fall to the rhythm of my heart my love will be reflected in a billion rays of light now can you imagine that? I’m so grateful to the spirit for the fire that burns within because I’m the son of heaven delivered from human concerns and absolved of worldly sin
18 February 2024
thieves
the first theft was an apple I hope it tasted sweet that was a long time ago now everyone’s a thief I was glad to steal for you and you were happy too was that just a little extra gravy? or something heavier still? in hindsight was it wicked? would you rather beg than steal? is it a curse to have a conscience? does your conscience bother you? you reveal your state of mind in everything you do right and wrong good and bad the mirror in your heart reflects the world you see
a cat might have to steal just to make ends meet you’ve got to put food on the table and that shit don’t come cheap each of us is a fragment of an imperfect world heaven and earth are ten thousand things but we are thieves and nothing else here is the fruit of knowledge stolen from the vine if you would perfect your being you must master your desires or learn to think like a thief and steal everything you can whatever your dharma holds you’ll come to understand all roads lead to consciousness it’s part of the master plan
17 February 2024
the relations of production
the hand that gives is the hand that takes money is our god make no mistake they say money talks and money makes sense but the game is rigged at our expense we’re taking names and talking shit laying blame and sick of it our parasitic system has left us helpless and alone but the rich will always prosper their progress is well known they tell me this is natural the rich are rich the poor are poor it’s just the way it is the dynamics of the system defy analysis but our labour is the price for the little we can save we’ll labour for our living we’ll labour to the grave we’ll grease the wheels of industry for our paltry weekly wage