it is as time for drastic measures
as it ever was
make up your mind to make your mark
make it indelible
so when they try to rub it off
they take their flesh with it
remind them riches have a cost
the more the less you accept
herein the lesson ends
theyll hear every word you said
like your voice inside their heads
when they look in the mirror

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

letting go is as easy as getting old
it happens right before your eyes before you know it
those sore spots on your soul become worn with time and times told
worn with pride once nostalgias tired old trick of the mind takes over

I spent me evening on the receiving end of a crap rap song
with a strap in me face an me back door gone
both the entrance and the exit if youre following on
coz five balaclavas and a glock got the block wrong

one hundred gormleys staring gormlessly out to sea
looking for who knows what at the **** end of the mersey
we cant find a *** to **** in in the midst of the city
but theyll keep searching earnestly for the rest of eternity

repetition is the mom of *******
replace a tongue with yours
you own the conversation
before they know
youll own their souls
their gold
their nation
theyll even praise you
for your every definition of dictation

he shakes your left hand
as much as this offends
repulses
hes been here before
and hes heard the stories
how you buried his elders
in pig skin
a week late
facing west
hes keeping his right hand ready
and hes going to strike when his hospitality runs out

my eidolon is my equipoise
your voice is vice versa
I would deal only in ideals
if not cursed by my precursors
what came before I came before you
conditions my condition
Im bringing down what brings me down
content in forcing your contrition

we are all born a blank canvas
yet few become artists
most lay down their uniform lives
grateful to catch the drips

we're all carrion in this carry on
prey to the vultures up above looking down on us
we should be soaring in the sun
as one or all must fall
no law can come before
the wisdom of the albatross

HR drones and civil serve ants
only following orders
from the camp commandant
letter of the law
spelt with a capital punishment
do as youre told
is the mantra of the sycophant

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

at best were making the best
of a bad situation
adding stress to a stressed
to breaking point population
revolutions have begun before
for much lesser reasons
the lesson from the past to learn
is often treason is reasonable

have words but no sense
tense
stressed as a consequence
useless
take a

breath

breath

breath

try again in sec
count to ten
reflect
.
.
.
procrastinate instead
spend the day in bed
.
.
.
reset

i am
the great i am
am very pleestameecha
so delighted to see
**** a delightful creature
sorry i meant such
youre such a peach
id eecha
but ya *******
on those nuts
like ya need a teechaaaa

i love your latest album
i love your greatest hit
i love everything you do or say
and ill pay for it
dont worry about the effort
thats no part of it
youre at the peak, at the top
of a curled dogshit

it took 27 years to replace the shame
of families who knew their own werent to blame
for causing this great city so much pain
the 96 walk with their heads up again

remade in an image tainted
clever clone of the spoils of war
perfect person for a perfect planet
stood on the bones of those come before
modified to be ever youthful
health glowing from every pore
the next stage in our evolution
will be a step backward into abject horror
for the weak and the poor

don't hold onto the pain
until it sears your skin
you can't wash it out
once it's burnt in
you will scrub all your life
to be left feeling the same
raw and bloodied
cursing his name
whilst you congratulate
yourself on your win

we dont look like them
we dont act like them
we dont dress like them
we dont think like them
we dont think we want to be like them
but we are all us now

I expect to be pushing up daisies by spring
I cant do another winter here
in this life of hell im living
it would be better to fall now
with the autumnal leaves
and be gone before the ice comes
spill my only warmth for an eternal reprieve

my yang
is a yearning
i can never fulfil
ive tried many times
to find the match to my sigil
whole is a concept unknown to my soul
i am one alone in my darkness
inviting dawns oblivion

the past writes the future
it's all there to see
bar the odd alarming
anomaly
everything coming
has already been
the only change
is the time
the place
the name
human experience
is one long chain
linked back
to the last
and forth
to the beginning
again

capitalism holds you to account
and if the books dont balance youre out
the age has passed when nuclear clout
was more dangerous than the trading floor shout

if the police cant police the police
then what use are they?
push the whole barrel into the sea
before the rot taints everything
if the law is to be believed
enforcement needs to be believable
but believe you me youll see
from the receiving end
theyre nothing if not predictable
because ultimately
all
coppers
are
bent

look at the clutter we are living in
every part of it bought and paid for
have to work hard to afford it
making more of it to buy and pay for
whats it for why are we hoarding it
to be surrounded by this **** we scrape for
sold on being told we need more of it
so we supply the time to make more
so we can pay more for it

i have become master at accepting circumstance
withstand disaster without changing countenance
the last decade has brought me nothing less
but brief breathing spaces in a suffocating nothingness

my sage advice
is more sage than wisdom
yet they call me occam
when they seek my counsel
better a devil you know
when advocacy is needed
but beware
this devil has a devil of his own

when we speak for all
we speak freely
what can rise
can fall
just as easily
when we pull
on the ropes
binding us
they will come tumbling

if the working classes stayed in bed today theyd win
a days lost wage would free the slaves from the **** state theyre in
to keep us on our toes were kept one step from woe by our faux regal owners
if we blocked our roads we could cut their throats on their venal thrones
but we wont.

the man with the clock
says timing is everything
the man at the dock
thinks his ship has come in
the man with his head on the block
sees the future coming
whilst the man with the worst of bad luck
tries again

anti zion is not anti semite
anti israel is not anti jew
anti hypocrisy is my only viewpoint
anti you doing unto others as was done unto you
when your existence depended upon charity
when you were granted what your god could never gift you
when the door swung open from your hell to your holy land
you were blind to the fire
in the light of self righteousness it burnt into you

i make no apologies
for my words steadily
building into anthologies
but i feel i must say im sorry
for my lack of poetic knowledge
leading to reams of verbal slurry
i must add at this point in proceedings
that i think im doing well given educations failings
but dont expect too much entertaining
theres only so far i can go on my GCSE gradings

the law is an asp
denying true will
there is only one path
thats yours to fulfil
be what you are
not what they tell
the only answer you owe
is to question your self
ethical quandry
is egoic suspense
wasting aeons of time
in this momentary existence
the daemon inside you
makes moral judgement
a surplus requirement
lest you hurt someone else

she seemed to see him
as this big broken bear
that would cuddle and protect her
while she redid the stuffing
sewed back that wandering button eye
never noting the broken
or the bear

stream of consciousness
theres madness in the method
what goes in comes out
untethered
unmolested
direct from the subarachnoid
tried and tested
evolved into creation
making
being humans best bit

we live in a world
where freedom is the most expensive item
where you can buy a woman for less than the ring
where equality is measured by the cost of your wardrobe
where if you are pretty a machine can make you sing
where everything and everyone is a commodity
where talent is worth less than appeal
where intelligence is suspicious and frowned upon
where revolution is the only way to reveal
what a fake world has been sold to us as real

there is a perverse part of me
that likes to look before i leap
just to see the fall coming
so i can say i say what i see
fulfil my own prophecy
hit the ground running

i would like them to say
the flames of his cremation
paled in comparison
to the light of his life

im not strictly suicidal
but all i live for now
is to die well
to get to the end
friends and family beside me
exit stage left
in the right state of mind
finally

youve become vindictive
in your hatred
remember the victor
is always tainted
by the victory

i need to get away
go away stay away
burn the bridge
on the way away
to anywhere the other way
from the way
im on my way to going

how do i become everything i despise
in order to fit my mishapen thoughts
into the cracks undercutting
their fundamentally broken world
how do i overcome the revulsion
of seeing my reflection in the mirror
knowing every step i take towards financial freedom
binds me tighter to the oar bench of a sinking ship
set afloat on a sea of abject poverty
every tainted pound i make i steal from another
in this competition of survival where
natural selection is bypassed in the name of
exponential consumption
every meal i buy i steal from the lips
of someone who will never taste sweet promise again
every penny i pay in tax
to sustain a long dead dream
kills another man i dont know
with a bullet he wont hear
in a land i cant visit
as anything other than a culpable murderer
my shame arresting me with a jurisdiction
no court of human "rights" can ever understand
how do i look around me
at those that commit blind atrocity
in the name of demonic democracy
with their ignorant bliss
and not want to ravage their pretty
pampered throats with my teeth
spilling their warm careless lives
into the dust at their feet
of those that failed to learn
the lessons of the past
or saw the revolving door of politics
spit out clone after differently hued clone
painted with the same brush
hewn from the same men of the cloth
and came away spun and believing the hype
without ever acknowledging the possibility
of another radical option
how, in words without the ambiguity
of those with a reputation to protect
and a dollar to make
do i **** everything and everyone
that makes life a race to be run
a game to be played
and a resource to be monetarised
plagiarised and dominated,
alone.

from a position of power
high atop their lofty towers
they expect us to cower
in their shadow is our darkest hour
meanwhile down in the trenches
guttersnipes fight over nighttime park benches
and the wretched fester
watching their masters gaining ever the better
fat cats get fatter
feeding on us as if taxes were rats
an unnatural disaster
caused by a ruling class to whom life doesnt matter

never question progress
whilst supping
summer fruits
in wintertime

she brought colour to my dull life
made vivid my muted hues
cast the dark places bright
love makes light
illuminating my way through
now her colours have faded
pastels where once there were primes
where my longing eyes see our iridescence
she sees the cold ashes of her fire
if my lost burning soul could reignite it
Id make tinder of my broken heart
but the only hope that I have for the love I once had
is that she makes a fresh start

tories give you **** all
and then blame you for having it
make you the scapegoat
for their cause and effect
you should be self made
like them
and their forefathers
names you should recognise and respect
these nuclear families
at their core plantagenet
conserving themselves
at the cost of the rest
should be expelled
ejected
gelded and fed the excess
strung up from lampposts
by their wallets
until death

days become weeks become months become years
time measured by rejection
biweekly fears
face to face no compassion
pride mirrored in the eyes of a stranger
appears deflated
the reflection is harsh
your humanity barely tolerated.

inevitably tomorrow never comes
as the shining beacon for the future
that today portrays
it comes as the lovers tumour
it comes as the dead pet
it comes as the crippling stroke
tomorrow explodes into our little lives
shattering everything we hold dear
except for that one thing we protect
sheltered in our broken hearts
the hope
that tomorrows tomorrow will be better
the surety of it
what fools we are
jesters til the end

is there anything
as comforting
or as frightening
as the natural
state of things