Smell the Roses

No CCTV
to watch over my heartbreaks
People are cruel
and times are scarce
No one hears when you scream
in your own nightmares
And roses no longer smell of roses
I lost touch
with my former self
For years
My inner me
left me for
another
And you are a memory
of my soul's
sanskrit
I cant ride on wild horses
I tame them
I cant talk to strangers
So I leave them
I cant see the future
So I run
Run
Run
Where dimensions
hide
in the shadows
of each other
and heartbreaks smell
of roses

Last Genius of Paradise

I can hear the beating
of the drum
the last song sung

by the sirens

the crisp leaves
freshly broken
the wind
softly spoken

I can see the air clearing
The Hill side alive with wild fire
the beasts rattle
and hum

I can smell the sweat of ocean fume
rising like tide
I can feel the jungle loom
shadows left
with no place to hide

While time stands guard
and light stands tall
the rain
refuse to fall;

He steps outside and leaves
the calling of the trees

It Helps

No one said you have to cut of your right arm
and feed it to the pigs
Who were already
starving
No one said you had to shout it from roof tops
or speak to the sea
No one said you had to ride backwards on a
hillside motor bike
on e
while making love to
that girl
you just met
No one said you had to leave your family
fuck prostitutes
and kill priests
but it helps
before
you sit down
and write
poetry

Blinding

Getting drunk on Irish wine
and lost dreams
I lost you but
I also lost me

The smoke clears
but the smell stays
and the stain
the stain is still here

The wood on the table
is old
But you cant plant a tree
on old wood

I smell of nightmares
and groundhog days
The memory
of life
Is sanskrit
and I cant even read

Passing Clouds
and smoke screens
shout in my ears
like time

The volume is blinding

I stagger of sideways
while faces melt
and the door seems to lead
somewhere

Luck Is An Acquired Taste

Luck Is An Acquired Taste
Like Salmon, like Scotch
As coffee and cigarettes

Like waking up in the morning
to another day

But with you lying next to
smelling
of coffee, cigarettes
and morning dew
tender arms
a smile that will
light up Canada
I cant see how anything
will be harder than this

Luck Is An Acquired Taste
And so are you darling
like dental floss
or hard work
you come true

Only the Truly Troubled Can Walk On Fire

At the bottom of the sea
sits a man as lonely as can be
fingering his soul
like a watered tank
Draining his thoughts
like an open bank
Faith is breathing
staining his face
its lilicit moist
As if he no longer has a choice
but only the truly troubled
can walk on fire
White man's burden
is back again
there's no angels
for the angels men
There's no friend
for the foe within
lets see what condition
my condition is in
When two steps forward
is to step back
Why resist
a heart attack?
Beyond beauty and repair
beyond
hope beyond love
there's also fear
and I bath in it baby
like a strand of your hair
gently boiled and set alight
I raise the demons
with out a fight
playing music of fire
and the drums break our hearts
But I'm still dancing
And I raise them
baby
to dance with me
and when it stops
there's nothing left
but ashes and dust
and the heavy flow
of tomorrow

Breast

I can not love the deserving
I can not abide the fool
I can not share what's not never ending
I can only fall as low as heaven
And insert what I already know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
Got the breath of the last cigarette
on my teeth
and the sound of your sigh
on my tongue
From walking
All along the the tower
And deep down in your soul
The hillside dressed in pearly white
Bounce, bounce, bounce in:
The beat of air heaving like a breathless drum
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
There's a wildfire in pink
At the journey's end
Every turn force light
to fall
Painting skin with colours
And light in depth
Choosing you for others
This is why nature call
The curve is vibrant
the rise full stop
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
It's quite possible that I'm the first one to say so
and its quite possible you're the last one to know
One, three or two
they are childlike impersonations of you
Senses dance as senses do
and vibrant is the tingling fool
who lays down to rest
at the bottom of your chest

While We Were Sleeping

While we were sleeping
they were beating us
hammerings of time
slashes of jealousy
across
our legs

While we were sleeping
they were cheating us
bad mouths with foul breaths
breathing down our necks
conspiring to open up our souls
with out us

While we were sleeping
they would lie to us
whisper in our ears
silver tongues
of platitudes
hoping we would
never wake up
to the song

While we were sleeping
they would take from us
the memory
of how things could be
hoping we would
never wake up
to the dream

But I whisper gently
by the bedside
of
the sleeping beauty
that is my soul:

"THERE IS ONLY WORK"

When We Fall We Fall Like Stars

All I can offer is blood sweat and tears
Each step forward
risks broken fears
each item dropped
wounds
each spoken word
each time spent
looms

And I care for you my Angel
like the wind cares
for the mountain top
and slowly
winds
it down

And I care for you my darling
like water kiss the stone

And if you care for me my darling
kindly ask me to stop

and bath with me in honesty
like fine wine
stronger in time
like honey

Pluck down the stars
lay them cross a dark robe at your feet
gently thread
the darkness of uncertainty

And when we fall we fall like stars

Dress me in your sorrow
and steel me in
your hopes

Lay my tongue between you
and put your legs across

Let me lick that cold
of your shoulder

Let me look you in the eyes
before my eyes get older

Let me be your man
I can

Extascy

Rapture: The road dark, long,
straight and slippery ahead
We've left the windows open
The wind ravaging her hair
is the only sound
the air can muster
she lets go of the steering wheel
her foot steady
on the pedal
He stares out into the wet void
shivering from his empty past

At the train station a man steps away
from shelter
to feel the rain on the tip
of his tongue
The station lies empty like the head of a thinker
Not a sound to disclose the arrival
Three thousand miles down the line
of an old coal driven machine
Late has nothing to do with it
If it arrives at all
he'd be surprised
He's been waiting so long
for a miracle to come

Her back slumbering in silence,
He scratches his neck takes a deep breath
and turns his head towards her
She sleeps her violence is deep and a head of them
white lines of darkness.

Finally the train arrives
A light flicks at the horizon
and he flips open his fags, lights one up
Inhales, smiles

He sighs as road bumps pass them by,
"You’re right you are, you always were,
even lying there just breathing"
"I look at you and remember absolutely nothing"
he says to himself as the thought approaches it's destination

The train doors open, he steps on board, not sure he even
has the correct ticket to pass
It fights for survival, barely making it out the platform
Then suddenly regains its long lost speed and it's all
downhill from here
so we should be fine
As the ol steamer is about to cross
the main road to the village
Two headlights in the night
approach at great speed

"Your inner smile killed the beast within me"
he says to the sleeping beauty next to him
"I kiss the road for bringing this to me".

The Crash

Thank You For Playing

You bring out the narcoleptic in me
like a cardiac arrest
When that mouth flings open
you break open hives on my chest
My eyes cant see
what my ears cant hear
How should I expect this
When I had no idea what to fear?

You bring out the narcoleptic in me
What you are speaks volumes
I cant possibly make out what you say
Why dont you leave
when I say you can stay?

You bring out the narcoleptic in me
everything that you do
lets forget what you say
Lets wake up tomorrow
I wish I would but you
make my resolve sway

You bring out the narcoleptic in me
with your heartfelt beliefs
your certain certainty
about uncertainties
Your loud assertion
of your right to be right
Your open willingness to put up the wrong fight

You bring out the narcoleptic in me
in plain daylight
you are out of sight
My willpower strains me
you turn day into night
Grant me one last favour
Get out of my life!

5 x 7 + 2

Organic tires
Sceptics burning with desire
Undergrowth set on fire
by suggestion to self doubt
oil stains and greasy underwear
Finger licking rain
Refused notes to self
Obsessive self harm hijacking memories
Sun tanned disposable armor
And I feel fire
and small children
Razor sharp ill fed trust
Teardrops
Escalating resistance
5 voices in my head
Small miracles
replaced
Mistakes
mastrubating
ocean
Jesus Army
came to pick me up
Cambridge sugar fairies
subside into wilderness
Peach bark larking
like Colgate
on a sun dusted
milkshake

Volatile

I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As she looked me in the eyes and said
she liked what she saw
How she was in awe
I tried to explain to her she's white
and Im black
She's middle class
Im working class
Its to much Romeo
and to much Juliet
for it to ever last
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As she opened up the door
and slowly let me in
As we lay down on the
bed sheet and watched the stars a-fall
As we slowly undid zippers
and he stood tall
It aint me you're looking for at all
As we lay naked in our birthday suits
and fucked away the truth
As she looked at what was once my eyes
I tried to cry away the lies
As we buttoned up the truth entangled with
the lies and made some tea
and sung some lullabies
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As she made plans to meet her friends
and family
as she showed me pictures
of her life before this would begin
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As we argued bout who would bring out the trash
to the bin
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As she gave me that disappointed look
and smiled with every sigh
she took
As I watched some nonsense on TV
and she opened up a book
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As what ever we wished to keep we better grab it fast
as we knew chances were slim this would ever last
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing
As the cheatin and the cryin did begin
as we forgot none of us could ever win
As she opened up that door and shut it
slim
as she deleted me from her sin
I tried to explain to her
life is a dangerous, volatile thing

Riot Dreams

Im a refugee in a nation falling apart
Where nations go to war in their sleep
An urban warhead with misguided guiding system
A syntax thorn apart at the seems
Linguistic gold buried
in the sand of the hourglass
They're ripping tree tops
from kids
and selling them on e-bay
God has left the building
and he's reading porn
The changing of the guards
takes place
at night
so no one
will see
who they're guarding
And I sing halleluhja
on top of the Roman wall
and ban the sun from shining
"Move or be moved!" the guard dog shouts
as not to alarm the neighbours
But it's OK, always liked a man in uniform
There's a serene slience in the power of numbers
I love the night:
it's full of broken promises
and wishful thinking
And tonight, tonight
it can be done!

Lover's Greater Lost

Im on a mission to die
50 ways to live you lover
I cut my throat
on the sky
I c u with nothing on but
truth
I cry
your lies away
anyway
Im that forrest
Ill carry u 2 rest
like a forsaken lover
ill be your eye in the storm
ill bridge 2moro
2night
ill be the night against
the light
if u only c my fear as valiant
your mine
and time dies at our feat
victory tastes sweet when
you know

G20

They're erecting impersonations of humans down the docks
What's the point?
Why raise the bar on vanity?
We are 90% animal, 1 % human and the rest is a bit diffuse

God is on holiday and he's reading porn
The kids are throwing daffodils at the stars

and Im here cause I need to cut of my tongue
before its sings the words:” Halleluhja"!

Crash

The naked foot fallen on the pedal. No sweat all cool, the back slumbering in silence, the hair the wind, the serene chill. I scratch my neck take a deep breath and turn my head towards you. You sleep the violence is deep and a head of us white lines of darkness.

I shift the stick, try every trick, I sigh as road bumps pass us by, you’re right you are, you always were, even lying there just breathing

We’re waiting for a miracle to come

The road is long, the road is straight, the time is now, it is to late
I look at you and remember absolutely nothing

Two lights ahead I should shift instead I hesitate, brake or steer I look at you. What is fear? Your inner smile killed the beast within me

I kiss the road for bringing this to me.

The Crash

Ferndorf

Dreams
Where yesterday tell stories to the future
I write love letters
to my soul
Binge drinking is not for the loved ones
Ive got assassins eyes
Finally someone cares
I can rip a fracture
From reality’s head
And tear
The view apart
Init night dance
Tango
With
Daytime
I can fall asleep
As they talk
But I cant tell you
What you already know
Or show me silence
I cant speak backwards
To retards
I cant unbreak my hart
I dont usually complain
but this cold
is killing me
I catch this window in the morning
Before I start to think
I fall through Gomorra
Land in the garden
Of Babylon
Would kill
For the man
Who will cut off my tongue
I see a reflection in that pond there
Your torso
Make me come
undone

Gun

As I woke up this morning
Someone stuck a gun to my head
And said
Write poetry
Write poetry about the under cutters, the emission, the tax aviation
The kids in the park hiding their fear under benches, write poetry about 14-year old girls
with ice in their veins in steel containers at the border
Write poetry about youth wasted on the young and wise old men running out of time
Write poetry about torture
Write poetry about fake smiles and fresh attitudes to hide old shortcomings
Write poetry of the gutter where grown men with no shield fight the war that’s over anyway and sacked suits from Deutche Bank binge their last fags on street vendors from hell
Write poetry about Mondays where shortcuts are sold for the price of gold and soundtracks to the beat of life break faster
Write poetry about estranged housewives who never worked at anything in their lives, apart from being loved
Write poetry about the cold mansions in Chelsea or Westminister where stiff upperlips tremble at the mentioning of a day off
Write poetry bout sick leave and Sunday morning vomit, write poetry bout Madonna's tits and Goebbles erection, write poetry bout dark prison cells, write poetry bout anal probing, write poetry about Worship, write poetry about whiplash, write poetry about getting the wrong end of the stick, write poetry about having the cake and eat it - what else is the point of having the fucking cake in the first place? Write poetry about the darkness within and the blinding fucking light outside
Write poetry about hellfire, write poetry about the coming heat wave and how we all "gonna do something about it" write poetry about seagulls with brain cancer and the water wars ahead, write poetry with led
Write poetry like it hurts, like it fucking hurts, write poetry about sex with strangers you don’t care for, making love to a woman who don’t even appeal to you, write poetry about female rejection and male pre-ejaculation, dirty sheets and early mornings, scratchy pants and bored babies, write poetry about love, as if it still existed, write poetry about dentist appointments and being late to your own funeral, write poetry bout how Im trying to be more me and you, trying more each day to be someone else, write poetry about creative writing lessons for kids with no pen led by teachers with no tongue, write poetry about poets chasing titles as if it was proof, write poetry about people calling themselves poets as if it was an insurance against self loathing, write poetry about rooftops moulding with depression as the city falls asleep another night with no victories and street lamps charge at the Morse code of life and the full moon whispers and the wind cries with a million voices: Write poetry
And I turned around to him and said: “Give me a fucking pen!”

The Evolution Will Not Be Televised

The evolution will not wait for Facebook or You tube to catch up. There will be no broad media coverage. No band will hit the beat on MySpace. The London paper has yet to be released. There will be no kiss and tell or front page stuff

For your neighbourghs to chat about at breakfast.

The evolution will not wait for you to go to bed or serve as your wake up call, the evolution has no road bumps, no speed limits, no passenger seat and can not be viewed from the street. The evolution has no innocent bystanders and will not be on the pigs radio transmission any time soon.

The evolution will not be televised

The evolution doesn’t come in tea brands of different colours and tastes the evolution picks a winner and runs.The evolution doesn’t belong to the future, the future is gone, the future is now and now was how?

The evolution will not be televised

The evolution will not chose one of the contenders of the X factor or American Idol, the evolution will not ask you to get him out of here, the evolution will not choose to shine, the evolution will not glitter on twitter, nor take speed to stop from crashing, the evolution is the crash, the evolution is co-owned by the co-operation of the brave failures and the cowardly hick ups, the evolution belongs to the dead pans

The evolution will not be hospitalized, lableized, the evolution will not stay bipolar for long, The evolution can hear voices when there's no one there, the evolution has a devilish stare, the evolution is a stench that just wount disappear, the evolution is chasing the winner. The evolution will chose a sinner. The evolution will not be drugged, the evolution is the drug

The evolution will not be corporation, generation, afiliation, monitary, momentary and will not be legislative

The evolution will not be pop, or post, retro or underground
The evolution will not be sound, the evolution is the fake mistake to make, the evolution is the ache, the evolution is busy doing what we should do while we’re busy thinking bout other things to do. The evolution is a trixter, prankster, a Christian gangster, a jewish lobster, a muslim holler, a broken scholar, the evolution is dirty shoe shine on your shoe, the evolution is not yours or mine, the evolution is not shaved misbehaved or behaved, the evolution is not delayed

The evolution is now

Voodoo

Everything is a mistake
I shouldn’t have left you in that lake
Ive lived 300 years
Ive faked all my tears
Every year was a dogs year
And now
Ive lost the will to chill
Ive lost the will to care
Chasing the hair of the dog
To here
Im the man who wasn’t there
Where did all the happy thoughts disappear?
Im to drunk to care
Ive been chasing a woman who don’t even appeal to me
Im barking up the wrong tree
Ive done unspeakable things to me
How can you learn anything
When you always use what you know
I love reality it just doesn’t show
I can solve a problem on the level
Where I was when it was born
I made my mind up: I don’t know, Im thorn
I wish I was more clever
Now rather than never
Im in love with a suggestion that
Don’t even appeal to me

Come Down

Thank you for chosing life
Its and odd choice
but now you're here

Strap up Dorothy
Its going to be a bumpy ride!

And a flight attendant will be with you momentarily

You may experinece some road bumps
and air pockets

There might be some barb wire along the way
but dont worry
its just a fleshwound
and it can be cured through hard work and binge drinking

your ass will bleed at some point
as the transvestite prostitutes of Amsterdam put it:
someone's ass gotta bleed!!!
And thank god it aint mine!

There will be days
when the sun
will shine
in horror
Laughing at
your ugly face
Buts its just the comedown
There's always tomorrow

1001

Been with a 1000 women
Can only remember 1
Made a 1000 mistakes
But cant remember none
And I still havent found what Im looking for

Fought wars on the beams of stars
Seen Venus rim congregate with Mars in September
Ive dug deep and gone further than I choose to remember
My achievements were great and always to late
Ive fought for love and killed my hate
And I still havent found what Im looking for

In the crossfire of my desire
I tend to set everything on fire
Im a foreigner to my dreams
an alien in my future
Reality's refugee
And Io's lost love for Jupiter
But I still havent found what Im looking for

I was born old, will die young
The older I get, the younger I become
As I walk out the door
One thing is sure and its second to none;
I still havent found what Im looking for

Night Goat

I saw her once
The last goat of the village
Her eyes red like seagulls borrowing their thoughts from mavericks

You can have her, but not now
Now she’s tied up and alone

The two toned mastermind of the world doesn’t care
She says as she left me
Standing there
Feet bleeding
of lustfull envy

“You cant do this”
“This is not how you reconstruct deconstruction”
I lay down my weapons in the valley of the beast
as the bailiffs are approaching
gently
like
crackheads

“I want it all! I want it now! You will ALL be my slaves
In this paradise Im rebuilding in the garden
You will live there forever and wash my feet
For deliverance

Im tired of old men, bad sex and horny teenage prostitutes

They want me to die for them but Im already dead,
Life is a dying sport
And phoenix is flying low tonight
Ashes
To dust
And back again

“I need you like I need another hole in my head”
But not tonight, tonight the stars shine like east end shopaholics;
Cabdrivers, crack whores, zootz and dealers of littered hopes
scattered dreams and shortcuts of the fix are gathering

in the dead end street in the corner of nowhere and oblivion
Only to return tomorrow
with envy
And the rich have left the building
As they do
But you and I still dance like the beat
likes us
As if tango was ours for the liking

They are smiling now, they are finally starting to get it
As it dawns on them
She’s the last goat of the village

She’s so fucking hairy, her claws moist from the dew, chewing away
On the void that is this night,
the night that wount die
a scent of bad magnolia and dog’s breath
But they still want to have her
Like tears want rain
Like days want to pass into night
Like a fist fight craves power
Like sons need their mothers
And we need better lovers

the rise and fall of empires are mere moments 2330 days to be exact
I get bored easily, I just don’t know it
You can bore someone
Who just wount show it
Life can feel like an eternity
or two

I will end this
now

I forgive you, you are free to be forgiven
Free to fear death again
Like goats fear slaughter
Bleeding assholes
They like it

And over the dome and far away
you can still hear
the laughter
of youth
drowning
in time

Every Man Dies Alone

Dance to the end of love
The fish of your feet
left me alone
At home no one answers
As you ring the phone
Every Man Dies Alone

I embrace the horror
of your newborn face
The traces of time
Can not be erased
And
Every Man Dies Alone

Fuck me like angels
shatter their feathers
Leave me like people
who should be together
And
Every Man Dies Alone

The pain of your trust
is not an option, a must
I wish I could feel you
at least feel your lust
But
Every Man Dies Alone

Every day I made choices
that led to misstakes
Every man I have met
turned out to be fake
And
Every Man Dies Alone

Forgive me for falling
deep into your maze
I knew the end, but what else
was at stake?
As
Every Man Dies Alone

God

blood runs at the speed of light in the night like tears of laughther from the underworld and your smile has Chicago written all over it. Rave you sinner. Rejoice! The choice was never yours to begin with and if god is dead who are you now, really?

Have you ever been an abonomation or seen her walk in a pair of shoes? I have. here's looking at you baby, say hi to my new lover. She's breathtakingly you.

God.

Foreshadow

The pain hurts
his eyes are leaves
Crisp like the morning
air
A ship
wrecked
off shore
along
the eastern sea line
Huts built
off the wreckage
The moon full of answers
The earth questions
Seaweed I say
As it pours out my ears
Im fog unveiling
I was unborn
before
Now evaporated
This eternal cycle
Im not of this earth
nore for it
Let me go I say
to def stones
The pain hurts
Full circle

Requiem

I was walking down that road again,
Yeah you know which one
I met this girl with bleeding feet
Her anchles didnt meet
In her eyes I could see the beauty of the beast

Her torso shone like cities congregating into one
Her neck rose above the night
her fingers lit her mouth alight
like memories of things to come
tonight
In her eyes I could see the beauty of the beast

Behind her back where autumn leafs fell
and tears in her track
I could smell
Her hair drawn back, parted in despair
Her bossom bounced of youth
Like some unspoken truth
In her eyes I could see the beauty of the beast

I've lost her now, her scent, her neck, her face
I've lost the water source to the entire human race!
But late or early morning sting
I can still recall her smile, her trace, her thing
How
In her eyes I could see the beauty of the beast

Wildfire

The city is alive with wildfire
and multi colored light bulbs
The fire is alive with the city
and the color of sounds

There is a gateway and I've passed it
through a tunnel of red flesh and light
And you're here cause you need to tattoo
someone's ass with:"the invincibility of punk!"
and I'm here cause I need to want you!

And the prostitutes are alit and the air smells
a sweet breeze of fresh cunt
And there's a flower blooming
and it will fade soon but not tonight!

Tonight the walls sing to the tones
and the sky kiss the grounds
and the echo of feet singing
the words: "Hallelujah"
like there was no tomorrow!

In Stone

I look at you
They dont know
As you lie
aimless, resting
in time and space
against
that black marble
what you are capable of

But I do

You seem dead to some
useless to others
But its the silent ones
you have to look out for

Your power is dormant
Your respect endless
like eternal night
Many a man have tried to lift
you from that stone

Just to resign
into hard labour
and binge drinking

You lie there, serene
black against black
Biding your time
Your ink harmless to the fool
a poison in the hands of others

Ink that start wars and end harts
Ink that bring grown men to tears
and send women into hard labour

But you resist
the temptation of pride

Saving yourself for the one
Who can lift you
from that stone
And write poetry

Weather Report

An unidentified frequency
has infiltrated the system
vibrations are felt
throughout the central nervous system
and there's been reports of tremblings of
up to 7.2 on the Richter scale

Emergency vehicles have been deployed
and are approaching the disaster zone
as we speak

No need for alarm
every necessary precosioun
has been taken as
your safety is our main concern
and the situation will be dealt with
forthwith

Fires are reported to have erupted
spontaneously
across the lower forest area,
sending thick smoke and ash,
heading towards
the continental mainland

Geishers are predicted
to break out
in the hot
lava zone momentarily

We ask you to please remain seated,
as this is only a test
although lava eruptions are now seen,
flooding from the
cave opening
of the mountain top

And as some of you have already noted,
there is a storm approaching

Rain is falling, somewhat cooling,
most of the forest fire outbreaks,
but it's to little, to late and far
from enough to cool the system down

We have deployed the national guard,
they report, however,
that their hands are tied

Volunteers have rushed to the scene
yet no one seems to be able
to offer a solution

Cracks have opened below the Virginia falls
And Mary's grave have caved in

Flashes of lightning
have hit the lower torso
and the sounds of laughter
are reassuring

He reports the lady is fine,
under the circumstances,
She's just catching her breath,
and is apparently up for more

Fallen Angel

Forgive me lord, for I have sinned
Its cold outside, its cold within
Its been so long
Dont even know where to begin
I've stolen from the poor
Eaten with the rich
I have laid down with a whore
Its hard, its hard to remember which
I have chopped ribs of men
With no backbone
Brought lambs to slaughter
And saw them turn to stone
I have dug to deep
Climbed to high
But the closer I got
The bigger the fucking lie
Lost more games than I can recall
I have had and lost
And sometimes, lord,
Its better not to have had at all
Dont bite the fruit
If you dont like the root
I have children, lord, I haven't even met
Im sorry lord, just no regrets
Its not me, honest, the world is just not my scene
I have run faster than time itself
Just to reach the bottom shelf
I have called out your name in vain
Watched misfortunes fall harder than pain
But I like it lord
I like it much
The lyin, cheatin, stealin, lord
Am I out of touch?
I am human lord this is my crime
You made me yours
Just didnt give me time
So forgive me lord
I feel your grace
Forgive me lord
Its just not in your face
I will slap you Lord
For the things you've done
You made me yours
Look what I've become
From womb to womb
I wander cross this earth
Til you close the day
Treat me just like dirt
So forgive me lord
For what Im about to do
Gonna sin some more
This time its on you!

Warfare

Im not here to win
Im here to begin
Im not here to conquer
Im here to lay
My arms, Diana, in your mist

Like the night breathes to a new beginning
From womb to womb
Wanders the day

And with sleepless eyes
As she offers the settlement of another dawn
I grab my sword
The insult of another day is at hand

How Can I Describe?

How can you explain the depths of a soul
or the wildness of an ocean
to one
that's never swam it?

How can you recall a breath of fresh air
to a man who hasn't spent his life in filth?

How can your replay the sound of time
stopping

..........

How show how a picture will never be the same again?

How do you describe food, now that it's lost its flavour?

How can I convey her eyes to you,
who never saw them?

How can I describe love,
lost?

After Dark

You have been here before. In the shadows.
There’s a monk in the corner he’s singing syllables to language professors. A three storie tall tuxedo’s playing music backwards to retards, snails on the horny pill drawing fluorescent lines in the grass

Every tree dancing ancient footsteps touching roots

I feel you over there, can you hear me? Im up in the ssycamore tree

Beatboxing pigeons and foxes high on leftovers from the wrong tenants rave in the pond as chicks on speed pedals endlessly cycle the Marble Arch

Can you hear that drippity drop? Its for you. Calling. For your loss of control. You are walking now. On thin air. No need for reassurance here. Its After Dark and the city is alive with fire from street lights and over exposed traffic

Freedom fighters hide in the dark. Inspiration is having a jog and you can no longer smell the smog

School girls have left their confinement and burn panties and bras in that shining white pile on the meadows, brats their long lost ambition
and Im here cause I need to tatoo someone’s ass with: “The invicibility of punk”

The hits that’s been on the radio like you’ve heard a million times before
are randomly interjecting the silence, somewhere in the distance

You’re not wanted to serve another cup at Starbuck

I can see a storm cloud coming, the insult of another day is at hand.
But Im not to worried never am. I am not a worried man

I am a Sky God and this, baby, is our time.

This is Not a Kodak Moment

Its our mission to fight for our daydreams
Its yours, apparently to intervene
Finally, in only seven day's time
the entirety of the old world is unmade
and on the last evening
the lights of all the cities
blink out one by one

The great explorer is dying
and half his stories are untold
The future wind is blowing
and all the lies will come unfold

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full

One girl dies in another girls arms
The high heeled lady has lost her charms
Pearl lined necklace drop stone by stone
New pearls will form in our new home

Flying is wasted on the jaded
Youth wasted on the young
Reality locks you all in cages
The Key maker hides under another song

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full

Older men whisper in youthful ears
Transmission disturbed by anxious fears
Raving in no direction generations waste
Rituals to gateways bined like yesterdays junk
They congregate the power and you dazed in skunk

I got hippies in the attic
punks down below
No place to shower
the hunger of the howl
The basement is banging
as the roof top flips of
Im left with no place hiding
And nothing now will ever be enough

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full

Holler

I saw the best wars of my generation fought with out a reason
I saw the children of the holocaust genozide I saw the children of the iron lady cast in iron on desert fields fightin insurgents of their own land, I saw sucide bombers picking up the stick although they could hardly walk I saw limbs burning like ashes with a million faces in the sand and tongues ripped out from the chord still singing the words: “hallluhja” like there were no tomorrow and the cold of their tongues dripping like moist to the clay of a new tomorrow, hitting goliath were it hurts, I saw him getting hurt and whining like a bitch ignoring the million faces he stepped on to get there, I saw the twin towers he erected with money from the men tearing them down, I see the confusion, massillusion, phornographic insults of ingorance rising like tide, I see sell outs fucked from behind, hackneychildren screamin: “we are all jihad” as chaves throw riot fences at the pigs I see desert sands blowing in the wrong direction, I see prisoners of war in orange suits stripping down the leafs of dignity of the opressor, and all along rulers are holding generations in dark room lock down as we fight another war for no reason, board rooms with blind men getting rich either way the chips fall, I see journalists who lost control of the remote control controling them, I see beggars, school kids, schollars, priests, dancing to the sound of the pyied piper silently shouting for the long lost child to name the emperor’s new clothes, I see generals in uniforms laboured on the back of the unpaid, and that’s another war not fought for no reason, I see slavery reinstated by the former slaves of the svastika I see him laughing in the grave, I see women crying over dumb sons, mother’s lying for false men, I see it repeat again, pigeons fly like crazed crack heads against the window in chase of chastity, generations of fighters, rebels, revolutionaries in drug induced stupidity dancing to the prerecorded sounds of massinduced sleep letting them get away with murder, I see the children of the holocasut gasing the children of the gaza strip I see the children of arabs blowing them selfs up in discoteques I see the children of the promised land voting for the wrong president again, and again and again and, as the smoke clears, I see me, me, doing absolutely, absoultely nothing at all.