whether you like it or not
you cant escape it
come to terms or come to blows
but youre not going to change it
as the world turns
it has a way of rearranging
yesterday becomes tomorrow
every day

the best is behind us
the rest of our lives will be spent
paying penitence
for the cost of yesteryears opulence
the sins of the fathers
bestowed upon us
with consumption to bind us
internal combustion denied to us
rights being silenced
men with guns as their final defiance
of the wants of the overpopulous populace

itll be a riot.

listen to both sides
accept the truth
no one is divisible by two

what do you do
when your sustenance
becomes your torture
when every mouthful
equals an hour of your future
feeling mortal
when every missed mouthful
is the slow cold unsleeping road
to the same destination
when every thought of it is tainted
by your need and your hate of it

im anti this establishment and its arianism
i want to see it washed away
scrubbed bare of anything its touched
along with its pox bearing ways
that the rest of you need it spelling out
makes me wonder how i see
the filth this world is spilling out
while you all go on ******* at it so blindly

when i look to the sky
i see our mirrored cave
mocking our monkey ways
as destination and restriction
of our pitiful little lives
our mother pearl
lost in dark velvet eternity
travelling into unending uncertainty
calming our insecurity
with azure reflections
of our deepest desires

life is yours
for such a short time
dont return it
with no scratches
and a full tank
the penalty is the same

never chase too good to be true
if its good and true it will come to you
perfection sets perspective askew
has us hunting our tails and howling at the moon

life
I can take it
or live it.

you left him in hell
and ****** off to heaven
with your blonde **** and your flash cars
and your costa del sol tans
and while her kids went to private school
your kid got burgled
battered and spat at by the kenny rats
you left him as
yet you wonder why he bites

some are born
staring at the sun
becoming blinder
as their eyes widen
with every day begun
in warmth and comfort

it is accepted wisdom
that the system is the system
and theyll tell you if you listen
that the system cant be changed
that you must accept their wisdom
is a given you were given
before you knew you shouldnt listen
before you saw another way
they get us when we're children
force themselves into us
tell us noone else will listen
if we ever dare to say
make us culpable in our acquiescence
responsible for their hindrance
while the world around us keeps on spinning
theirs is still the only way

time heals all wounds
death erases the scars
love is the weapon
that cuts the deepest
the cause as well as the balm

high and dry
sounds like a place
youd want to be to me
a preponderance of possibility
so why does it feel
like im drowning in it
frowning cynically

a picture may be worth a thousand words
but until you paint me a *******
two will have to do

my name shall be writ in water
as waves to be carried away
all knowledge of me
shall be lost to this sea
until I lap at your shores
once more
one day
one memory

I see your eyes when I close mine
I see their glow through my eyelids
like a daydream in the sunshine
I close my eyes from time to time
just to be alone in your summer glade
under your cloudless sky

we'll travel ever forward
our fragmented bullet
praying for nothing in the way
painting targets on the sky
killing and dying for them
until we all come together one day
when there's no way left to be saved

the response is the attack
the attack is but the impetus
asymmetric war is fought
on the counter reversal
one martyr
one hundred million avid eyes
billions lost in commerce
billions more paid to keep the dream alive
coppers by the thousand
press choppers crowding the sky
whoever said one man cant make a difference
is living a lie on the losing side

remember when we were fresh friends
remember good times neverending
remember laughter transcending
everything
remember friends are forever

sometimes the pain is a relief
i can stop grieving for a moment
im not mourning me
im crying for what could have been
there is a wisdom in agony
that allows the penitent to make his atonement
no regrets is a fallacy
when one comes face to face with eternity

superlative hyperbole
describes the man
the culture
the nation
so imagine what a sight it will be
by far the greatest assassination

when you lose the illusion
when the light shines through
when your dreams are shattered
all that is left to accrue
is all that matters
even when its cruel
brutal truth though painful
is no less true

why would you greet a man
with anything but kind words
when his only other option
is to explode to be heard
if he wants your help, give it
if he doesnt the choice is his
dont presume that because he has what you want
he wants what you give
be honest with yourself
about your all encompassing greed
you dont want to help who needs help
you want to help yourself to what you need
if he has nothing worth taking
then he can at least be the seed
of the burgeoning budget
for your military deceit

exponential potential wasted
all shiny baubles and pretty faces
prototype for a vacant nation
flag held high before the setting sun

Im struggling to keep the pain within
showing its hated pitiful face to the world
while the raging storm swirls around me
I in the eye am utterly calm
be very afraid

****** would have won
had he had a hollywood
holocaust would have been fun
portrayed as playful folly for the common good
atrocity is only as bad
as the people paying to make it so
america was a popular fad
but its time for the world to let it go

the calm that escapes me
waits for a space in the cloud
unabating
patient now
breaking down
building
creating
destroying and remaking
my mind up

it is an eternal shame

to leave it so late in the day

to say what we say

in obituary

the shadows that are darkest
on the brightest of days
become lighter as the night falls
fading away

energy causing matter to coalesce
bodies formed the function inherent
sentient life from chemical process
no gods just chance no more no less

you dont need hands to catch you
once youve learnt how to fly
safety is the net you have to escape
if you ever expect to reach the sky
rules are for the few to control the many
so that the few can thrive
you owe no justification for your own satisfaction
no other reason than your own reason why

history has only one lesson to tell

take note

what of the shapes
we dont see in the clouds
the things that are there
but not for our eyes
are they any less real
than those recognised
like the face of a friend
not seen in a long time

cant mend broken bridges with the sticks and stones that broke them
they say names never hurt but they stick in the throat at both ends
the first cut is defensive the deeper wounds come with words oft repeated
with the mean comes the end no more love no more friends no more feelings except self defeated

the life that I would have to live
to get out of the life that I have been living
requires more life than I have life to give
and more time than I was given

in time even the unchangeable changes
flat unending plains raised into peaked mountain ranges
swirling seas became the deserts reign
immutable is movable
things will never be the same

there is no right
there is but the weighted balance of time
all wrongs in their moment
had their merit

the rage is my suicide
trying to save me
building walls on my shores
to break waves
to ensure i dont succumb to the tsunami

id have killed myself
stopping me killing myself
if id had to
when the rope bites
the truth bites
and you do what you have to do
to survive

all good things came to an end
but the bad goes on and on
still struggling trying to comprehend
being a lonely only son without a mum

i kept nothing fresh
that i could let rot on the vine
didnt need divinity
to make water from wine
drank my fill from the cup of life
then lay down to die
where i lay still
waiting for time

sometimes i think
maybe im not
cut out
for this life
usually im sure

there comes a time
when the time comes
we call that time
the time
the time always comes
eventually
time
after time
after time

am I dying?
is this lie I'm lying in
not my death bed?
was I not born and raised
taught and trained
to be the man I am?
so who failed then?
me whose way was barred
went wayward
as would any so tarred
and feathered
when the wind is
buffeting
nary a smorgasbord
nor a lilting breeze for me
nought but the storm
caught four square
dead on
can tame what ails thee

where next
sailing on this dry riverbed
paddle harder
bow your head
stern master said
work up a sweat
make it easier on yourself
give you somethin
to drown in

if I tell you I'm fine
I mostly mean I'm wearing thin
a fish on a line
fighting futility with the net closing in
caught in a bind
the knot biting into my skin
if it's all in the mind
why do the scars ache so much
I can feel them

through lifes long list of lost loves repeating
the only lesson ive learned
is that it has to be fleeting
for it to return

im to be pitifully joyous
for the life ive been given
to be ecstatically happy
given my lot
i should look to my betters
give them my fealty
respect my elders
give them what ive got

the more you crave the pinnacle
the easier it is to forget
that the lower you start
the less height you can expect
that you have to be dried out
to even start getting wet
you have to be drowning in it
to be caught in their net