they make our beds
then they lie to us
cry crocodile tears
while they dine on us
sow their seeds
in the fields of our lives
then force us to reap
all ten times the tithe

you faced your final adversary with your eyes closed
your faces deep set memories
told of times as old as time has tales to tell
old age is a living hell youd say
with a glint in your golden gaze
that may have been a tear
to someone else

there is only so much you can do
before your help becomes a hindrance
reflecting badly on you
as you become cold to his dependence
all that's left is to cut him loose
in the hope it doesn't **** him
but if it does, accept the truth
he's been dead all the time you knew him

for we are as first born
most amongst equal
it shall be we who crack the sky
our voices raised for all people
we who may lay down our lives
so that all may thrive
in the world that we leave them

along comes another season
spring again again
a reason to be cheerful
and fearful of the fall
after a long hard winter
in the wilderness alone
summer is rebeckoning

does it matter
will it matter
did it matter
ever

me inner voice talks ter me
like ted rogers reelin off da clues
dats why am livin in a dusty bin
wid big ******* oles in me roof
I avent gorra *** ta **** in
burra still wudn **** on you
fer lookn down on me
fukkn frownin at me
like am da **** on ya ****** rich ***** shoes

knowledge is learnt
ignorance is inherent
intelligence can't be taught
it's either there or it isn't
innocence can't be bought
reacquired or inherited
fear in all its forms
is the norm
learn to tether it
I am no mans slave
as I am no mans boss
I recognise deep inside
that no gain is no loss
I stand alone with my conviction
my own thoughts on us
knowing today is all that is definite
beyond that
I couldn't give a toss

followers
ive got followers
people follow me
jesus only had twelve
ive got forty three
even though half of them
are friends and family
im still averaging higher
messiah level quantity

you are the blind eyes turned
to the orders following orders
you are the ignorant
bestowing your gift of bliss upon others
youll make a bad choice
when bad choices are all that are offered
then in that mans voice
you declare that your man is the man
to make the bad choices for all of us
then the man does what he does

to rob a bank takes a criminal mastermind
someone on the inside
a plan how to hide all the money and the guilt beside
to have the banks rob a country needs a prime minister

a need me sanity back
as anybody seen it?
salways in da las place ya look
so me eds up me ****
just in case irrappears

youre filling my mind full of filling you full of me
i still cant decide if this is the buy of a lifetime
or a fools economy
im kicking the tyres looking for signs of a tired ride
selling itself as luxury
you could be mine for the one time price of just one good time
and the rest of my life with my ***** itchy

as the sun came up
on the day I died
I began to weep
to my eternal surprise
for if I had known
in my black and white life
colours like these
I wouldnt have had to die
yet if I had known all along
what I would find
I would have died much sooner
with the sun in my eyes

it's not the winning
it's the taking apart
conspirational aspiration
would be a flying upstart
revolutionary metaphor
can only take us so far
solid action is required
before we're wiped out
like a wet ****

The futures so bright
It casts now into shadow
The price to be paid
For a better tomorrow
In these rarefied times
We have to live shallow
For what the past had
And the next expect
Leaves the present peasant fallow

one got caught up in a kerfuffle
looked ones opponent in his rolling eye
you come lookin you done found trouble
was his shirt ripping battlecry
now while confronted with the conundrum
of how to respond without responding in kind
ones attempt to maintain decorum
was met with disdain
and a wild right to ones blind side
momentarily dazed possibly mild concussion
left one for a second or two in a deep malaise
gentlemanly conduct wasnt going to be possible
so what one did next was beyond the pale
but **** em
one kneed him in the *******
poked him in the eyes
kicked him up the ****
then ran as fast as ones wobbly legs could provide
judging by the lack of follow up
and the sound of sobbing coming from behind
a ******* or an eyeball
was the cost of poking a finger at the wrong little posh guy

there is a credibility gap
where your mouth is
the words coming out
are what a man says
from behind a mask
with his hands shaking
as he robs a bank
with a cucumber in a bin bag

beauty doesn't cease to be
when it ceases to be seen
ignorance can't educate itself
without accepting its fallacy
happiness can't be quantified
without sadness in quantity
a life can't last a lifetime
without deaths finality

sold as seen
seen as more
more is sold
all glimmer no gold
marketed as wanted
bought a millionfold
herds of willing customers
wearing your blindfolds

the time for me and intervention
was more years ago than I care to mention
but Ive always borne my bad intentions
inside and close to my heart
now Im asking myself if that makes sense
cross checking my ethics for consequences
deciding if I can live with it if I die in the offence
and I cant ******* wait to get started

everything ive ever known
will dissolve with me
every thought
every feeling
every memory
everything real
will cease to be
when i come to the end
of my eternity

money changes in a monetary temple
trading pennies for piety rental
minority more than majority
alchemical method sells water as wine
gold as base metal

i can no more be who i am not
than i can be who i am
what is there in a same ol world
for a different man
but if a life is within my grasp
should i grab it while i can
or keep clutching at straws
until the shortest one is found

sad eyes see sad eyes you see
she said to me
we shared a tear
our moment shed
we sloughed away
each to our own despair

if reason isnt reason enough
to change the unchangeable
is it feasible to be reasonable
in the first place

the civil servant serves the sermon
servile to the party chairman
determined to deter the vermin
from scratching for the crumbs

what fate is this that we cannot look away
from extreme beauty or extreme ugliness
yet we are blind to the majority inbetween

We'll find our own arrow of time
Live in our bubble
Of superdense time/space
Accelerating our mass
Until we collapse
In on ourselves
Form a new universe
Where we make our own rules
In physical superposition

often paths become sidetracks
the territory of your self is unmapped
destinations change
circumstance sets traps
on the way to end a life
life fights back

we carry our chains as tradition
a patricians vision of conservatism
the sins of the fathers written
as commandments
carved into the shoulders that bear them

sweating like a **** at a parent teacher meeting
stinking like a dead baby stuck behind the central heating
coughing up me lungs like ive been smoking tuberculosis
sitting soggy in so much snot its not hard to get a diagnosis
coz ive got...
man flu
and you know theres nothing worse
man flu
itd be a blessing to be cursed
instead ive got...
man flu
and a headache the size of the universe
but im a man and ill survive
ive got time and pharmaceuticals on my side
im not just going to lie down and die
no thats a lie
because im dyyyyyyyyyyying!

she was born
tomorrow and yesterday
as lives came and went
and came again
searching for something
she needed today
that she lost in another another
the circles she describes
never change
in locus mortis
ex lucis vitae
diminishing
increasing
repeating again
could be hell
or heaven
if it mattered

help wanted
apply within
surrender to your self
let the healing begin
being who you are
not who youre being
is imperative
if youre to have the key
to this loony bin

as I gazed into the darkness
I suddenly knew
she had become the light
in somebody elses sky
no debating what the heart says
cant unsee the truth
that the coming of the dark night
starts in the eyes

spread on the winds
we fly
our wings tucked in to our sides
we dive
falling from nigh on divine
hellbound
cawing our raucous cry
talons clawing
we climb
soaring triumphant
lions on high
could any life be more alive
yet we cage them
see their natures denied
brings a tear to my eye

Our paths will cross again
Love
You're in the code

i dont want to hear what i shouldnt be doing
when youre doing it for two
or three or four or more
my engine is too big
i dont recycle
i consume without thought
for sure
and ill do it some more
im one man
i cant possibly do as much damage
as your creaking fallopian doors

who you are now
is all that you are to me
wont let the past
come before anything
if its a disaster
well what will be will be
but what if its not

where do you think your pink hair
and piercings fit
into fashions plagiaristic style
or lack of it
tattoos so loud and bountiful
you make the yakuza look ****
out is the new in
alt is so alt
everybodies it

how many
lived to see another day
because the camp commandant
was at a party for the dead

a nice lady informed me I was ****** today
I tried to feign indignance but what could I say
my bed was made before I knew Id have nowhere to lay
it didnt even occur to me that homelessness was coming to stay

dont drop your dreams for excuses
the real has its uses
but fantasy is its own reward
you may never be what the world says
society is a mindset
focus your entirety on your cause
your sights adjusted
do what you must
to set a path to what is rightfully yours
you have the right
to remove yourself
from all that you abhor
and the right to remove the heads of those
that would say that their dream
is the best that you can hope for

i want to live in a world of thoughtfulness
one where every action having an opposite is remembered equal
where we admire the different and accept its importance in keeping life interesting
and where its difference is admired simply for being
whenever two the same congregate a sliding scale is created
and the different become separated to be judged by one mans thoughts amplified and affirmated
and then lossily disseminated
i want to live in a place where we think our own thoughts
where in action or inaction we decide for ourselves that what is right is what is law
i dont want anarchy as a political congress
i want anarchy inherent and dominant in the whole of humanitys thought process

if youre going to send
three pigs to my door
ill huff and ill puff
then ill blow the ***** up
your duty of care
doesnt work any more
it will get us all killed
in a cloud of brick dust

they voted with their feet
took their ball home and went back to sleep
demoted from the champions league
scored an own goal from a gifted penalty
as unthinkable as that could be

take this lying down
im begging you
please
on my knees
with your knees
where i can hear
your arteries
feel you squeeze
as i tease toward
pushing your release
in a rush of exclaimed names
of carnal deities

to hammers
we are all nails
doesnt matter
what type of hammer
theyre all a ball pain
isnt it time we threw a spanner
in their taut chains
taught the masters
that were craftier
than they thought when
they thought theyd bought
our worth for coppers

youll save a whale
but youll leave a man poor
poor man cant understand
his lack of value to your portfolio
poor whale has no say
in what comes from the shores
where evil resides
with its own dead on its door

writing beats and rhymes
at the same time
theyre both the same
in my eyes
always looking for the pattern
like a frame
to hang the words upon
or to surround them
in percussion
every word has place in time
replacing bass with lines
a scribe to my racing mind
the rhymes hi hat rise punctuating
the punching reverberating bass drum
kicking your brain in