The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

There is a sickness in my gut.
“Why?”
I writhe and wrench at my punishment by another
My innards coil when that word flies from anyone’s lips
And if it does, I spit at it so that it may retreat back to where it belongs
Kept in the dark and moist filth that is the human mouth.
Let it stay there, in my world it belongs nowhere else.
Or I shall again become sick from the sickness that is sick.
Or I shall spew words of disgust and repulsion for it is sick.
Or I shall seep expressions that lack any sort of well-being for it is sick.
“Why?”
Because he made it so, a noble deed gone wicked.

Time, tick. away today.
Like any other day.
Time, ticke--d away.

Why do I stand by this window.
To see life move around me.
Like some crazy dance.

People fat and thin.
And all between.
People with no fault of there own.
Come in.

Time, tick. away today.
Like any other day.
Time, ticke--d away.

The girl with a smile.
A dog tied to a pole, barking.
When I turn on the TV.
It is Pop Larking.

Time, tick. away today.
Like any other day.
Time, ticke--d away.

Everything is funny
especially when it's not
sad times they are a-plenty
bad times should be forgot

emotion is a feeling
attitude's a state of mind
confuse the two
as with the shoe
a bad feelings what you'll find

difficulty is to progress
as what's easy is to none
progressing less
brings bitterness
too much takes all the fun

Everything is funny
no laughter is misplaced
living your life for money
can't buy a happy face

I could torch myself
drench myself in gasoline
and let the dream scorch the garage floor
wouldn't want to live it any more
I know the score.

Can't afford the fuel
I'm a fool for thinking so
think I'll go and hang
my head in shame
in pain.

If it gave me some protection
I could vote in an election
but the section of society
that think they're pious and reliable
are really undeniably
the soldiers of the state
and the state we're in is intolerable
absolutely horrible
we should all go down the petrol station
and burn ourselves out of the nation.

Can't afford the fuel again
being such a fool again
tonight I'll go to sleep again
tomorrow it's the same again
I don't know why I care.

I listened for the sound
My ear pressed on the ground
Ignoring the itch
And the noise of the ditch
I was homeward bound

what if thoughts floated like clouds
above our heads
would yours show a clear blue sky
and mine a treacherous storm
would you run for shelter from the rain
or would you be brave enough to get a little damp

We never enter the future
we never exit the past.

There is only the moment
eternal, infinite, vast.

It is One, it is All
beyond time and space.

It is not a secret to state:
It awareness that creates

Not the sensory pleasures
indulged by your physical self.

That is the illusion
that keeps you in your cell.

You are not what you experience
We suffer in this hell.

Because we fail to see the truth
that only wise men tell.

Through suffering
lessons are shown.

In reflection
all is known.

Through perception
the One is reborn.

But even if I had hands and feet
even if I awoke from a dream.

from birth to death
although I have grown.

Without consciousness
all would be unknown.