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