have you ever felt
like you have the truth of the universe
on the tip of your tongue
and that if you could only get silence
youd be able to hear all the answers
being whispered on the wind
waiting to be heard

never let anger hold sway
cut your hate into a page
spit out the words of your rage
then walk away
youll thank me one day
catharsis serves the heart
can turn your evil into art
youll live longer that way

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

i wish i was happy youre happy
but in truth im just glad youre not sad
i hope that the part of me i left with you
wont forget all the happiness we had

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.

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

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

blue like your blood
blue like your dead face
enjoy the party
youre a ******* disgrace
i wouldnt **** on you
in a put out the fire race
id accept the loss
watch you burn til theres no trace
sometimes coming last
is no loss in this rat race
you think its tough at the top
try being last in the first place

youll see man
youll see
we only build bridges
we can burn
so we can retreat
never to return
once crossed
we crash headlong
shattered we spurn
its only in loss
the lesson is learned
therein lays the gain

ask for my advice
you can take it or leave it
ask me for help
youll take it as it comes
throw it back in my face
because you dont want to hear it
ill throw you out on your ****
hope your god succumbs

do you remember
when you remembered
I do
I remembered
until I forgot to remember
until now
when I just remembered you

if you disagree
you're a fool
fall for their fallacy
it's in the rules
they'll talk tales of terror
then make it the news
tell you you're the best
we're the best
when you approve their next move
remember your forefathers
all they had to lose
in wars they never started
though they did you'll never prove it
if you're not part
you're the part that needs removing
guilty of the dark arts
thinking one and one makes two
how very dare you

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

Am I the only one who sees
there is no good
only degrees
of evil?

i remember the pain
as if it were yesterday
because it was yesterday
I began to exercise again

please understand
that you reap what you sow with me
im way beyond right or wrong
at this point in proceedings
nothing you say now can change how
our end is beginning
it started way farther back
than youre comprehending
that this is the first that youve heard
is your singular failing
you would have been well prepared
had you been concentrating
its been sixteen years
since i came to my senses
and ive shown you every single day
**** the consequences

come to me
I await you bated
willingly
take what is yours my queen
take me into you
slathering
gibbering
in that way that you make me do
make my mouth yours to please
grace my lips with one of your many names
so that I may cry out in idolatrous exaltation
and in the vicious debasement of curs
that is the tongue of my lust for you

its been a long day
its been a long hard day
its been a long hard lonely ******* day
but thats alright
i feel fine
because i know that youre out there
and i know that youre mine

intelligence isnt the great enhancer
evolution will ensure it never rises again
its nothing less than clever cancer
just another link in a terminal chain
if any other life ever suffers this mutation
let us hope that some sign of us still remains
so they can see how to avoid mankinds imagination
that leads to death in so many intelligent ways

i am the inky tip of my egos quill
sometimes needing blotting
always needing refilled
dipped into a bottomless well of will
i will stop at nothing
until my need is fulfilled

the paint on her face is a projection
a protection against male rejection
only a man could demand that his vision of perfection
should hide behind her reflection

we should **** the ruling class in their beds
make no mistake
they would chop off our heads
if the roles were reversed
some quirks of fate interspersed
if they were as poor and if we were as blessed

these humans being
a plague of inhumanity
a cancer spreading
this human disease

another tomorrow
is one too many
when all life is lost
and only pain remains
waking to another day of torture
   yesterday

stopped stone still
gathering moss
stopped watch tells time
whats what
stopped dropped
tames flames

the clarity of sobriety
can be a sobering experience
makes you realise the reasons why
you were ****** in the first instance
the thought of spending the rest of your life
in a post substance subsistence
pretending to the core of your existence
that you dont really miss it
is a lie

when all you can do is cry
you have to laugh
it's a weird ******* world sometimes
when things start to look choreographed
serendipity causes synchronicity
forces thoughts off track
even the arch atheist will thank the lord
when coincidence hands him his life back

shouldnt need one
to have some
shouldnt have one
to not

say nottn if yer asked
ask nottn if ya told
keep yer eyes straight ahead
an ya toes follow ya nose
keep walkin
til ya get ter where ya goin
oh youll know where ya goin
when ya get there
dont ya know
ya know
youll get ter where ya goin when ya know

you cant hide a lemon
in the limelight
cant swap the fore
for the hindsight
cant choose to ignore
what is right there before you
without blaming the outcome
on your lack of insight

look at what they gave us
killed themselves saving us
so we could live our lives our way
when they do the same
we castigate them
evil empire to this day
as branded by our insidious shared enemy
come the final conflagration
I'll trust the Rus more than the USA

werz me cntroll wennaneedit
ad dis fukkn ting duhfeetd
annowiss gommee bakk on me neez
ferda saykova bigbaggagrreen
a carnt be fukkn arsd repeetn
dis same day aggen an aggen
av orreddee seen it laa
issdawonn dat never fukkn ennz

lines on a map
like the lines in the sand
that defined them
are ephemera
intended to be rubbed away
at the end of the argument

it was never my argument

that is my argument

terrorism works
thats the ugly truth
so why are you on the streets
on your knees
asking for your next move
protest soothes your conscience
once its been approved
signed off, sanctioned, actioned
by the very people youre shouting to

pseudo science
semi read
partly understood
constantly repeated
conspiracy theory
empiracally void
unconditional belief
totally paranoid

dotting the Is and crossing the Ts
drawing lines under finalities
saying goodbyes surreptitiously
inconspicuously thanking my serendipities

who called shotgun?
boom!
got them
shoulda stayed at home
if ya comin
i allot whos doin what
this aint a democracy
im the ****** despot
you that ****** desperate to get shot?
shut the **** up
sit the **** down
and me and you will get along
say another word
and your journey wont be long
im not in the mood
for whatever **** youve got goin on
this is MY ****** song

no news may be good news
but your silence is violence
when im waiting to see
if im waiting to be seen
as a statistic or a patient
of the perpetual NHS crisis

somewhere our universe is ending
while we bicker inconsequentially
from our highs to our lows
all our joys and our woes are over
while we wait for the light to see

if i was your one
youd be mine too
we could be free
to do what we loved to do
what is life for
if ive lost you
back to basics
feels even worse than it used to

reiteration is the basis of everything
the most perfect creations replaced inevitably
as taste, styles and the people that make them cease to be
then they themselves remade to replace themselves equally
but better
allegedly

sometimes I crack
become all I despise
overtly human
I empathise
then I remember
what being human belies
violence ignorance and hypocrisy
deserve no compromise
so I have one last task
before I can take off my disguise
but Im not a monster
Ill give you time to say your goodbyes
then leave you all on your backs
looking up at the sky
while I **** yellow tears for humanity
into your wide dead eyes

the truth of the universe
will almost certainly be
so blindingly simple
that we will never see it
the human propensity
to complicate things
would have us looking for the complexity
in a collection of nothing

if you will defend the indefensible
represent the reprehensible
offend the inoffensive for effect
then i feel i must respond in kind
give you a piece of my lost mind
as a nine millimetre double tap to the chest

what is the State
if not a state of mind confined
and like all minds
sorely in need of changing
no mans thought persists
even within his lifetime
existence is flux
constantly rearranging

the truth of the search
no matter how long it took
is that everything you saught
was always in the last place you'd look

i slept perchance to dream
saw the black loom of eternity
spin out a blanket of the real
with no comfort
it was comforting
to know all that i see
is part of something
with no human taint
the infinite explains
the finite nature of human restraint
spread upon the winds
a seed of life without our massive weight
is as light as light can be
on a sea of waves with no anchors chain
to tie us to the bedrock
of our infinitely complex brain
the problem lay in opened eyes
to heavy waking life again

join the dots
paint the picture
take a look
at your depiction
what you saw
what you created
are different patterns
of the same creator
real and unreal
are both illusions
your minds eye
is the only one you see through

they never came back
when i set them free
not the women
not the friends
not the family
ive never been wanted
never wanted to be
i had to lose all id found
to find myself wanting

paying pawns to play the kings game is for the poor
Im not playing it that way any more
my monetary weakness has me hamstrung for sure
but its not like I havent made stronger moves before
checkmate is an uncomfortable place to be
sitting waiting for their brave knights on contracts to come and get me
but as impossible as it may seem
I will extract myself from this trap they have me in
even if it kills me

when stoked
im fire
im burning entire
rake over my coals
make my flame reach higher
caresses like ice
succumbing to the pyre
steam rising
from colliding
elemental desire