We don't need
no Bieber Fever
We don't need
no ****** songs
No bad lip syncing
on the dance floor
Barbie dolls in
rubber thongs

All in all it's just more
plastic **** against
the wall

Yes, all in all it's just
more plastic **** against
the wall

We don’t need
no **** from Brittney
We don’t need
her rehashed rhymes
No songs of anguish
from Christina
Washed up waifs
beyond their prime

All in all it's just more
plastic **** against
the wall

Yes, all in all it's just
more plastic **** against
the wall...

The ground is shaking
(or maybe the bed)
Visions of Avalon dance
in my head
The serpent of Eden
asleep in my bed
While blues and yellows
melt into red.

‘Listen!’
a voice whispers
‘And I will tell you why
the Savior bled:

'Do not tell lies
or do what you hate
and all shall be known
before Heaven's gate
For all that is hidden,
no longer concealed
And nothing unknown
will remain unrevealed’.

Waking in darkness
the moonlight surrounds
Something has shifted
yet remains out of bounds
Outside my window
in darkness I see
Two serpent eyes
in the old apple
tree

Moon on the horizon.
Soft breeze rattles the
brambles out by the
old barn.
The cat enters, looks
about and begins to
speak.

“Fears take flight after years
of drinking the tears away
while the days responsibilities
are laughable in the light of
satori's brilliant realization.
Silly, silly man, thinking reality
something to achieve, a destination
to discover, a journey to undertake.
Listen and I will tell you what little
I have learned burning away my
short time on this horizon of
understanding.
All that is transitory is a metaphor
for the eternal and all that is eternal
is a metaphor for the self.
The self is the collective consciousness
we all share and what we share is our
experience of being.
Being is nothing but an illusion created
in the mind of God while God is simply
a metaphor for eternity in the mind of
man.
Now pour me some kibble for I know
many things, but do not possess opposable
thumbs”.

I woke with a start, cursing the spinning
room and swearing never to mix Jameson
and Absolute again.
The cat finished her kibble and crapped
in the litter box.

We’ve ******
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve ******
societies dogs;
Rabid *******
howling madly
through Autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.

Do not this cold grave open
for the dead should be left
to ponder the silence
of their transgressions
The earth holds no
promise for the living
while the unreachable sky
mocks us with brilliant
hues of vanilla clouded
bliss
I hear the sea calling
from every corner of
my conscious being
Calling and calling
her children back
from the abyss
Yes, the sea is where
we shall make our home
The sea, which gave us life
will be our refuge

The sea...

Marveling at the mystery
of histories sardonic wit.
Six thousand years of
man’s inhumanity to
man chiseled in our
sacred Book for all
to see.
The face we show
the world a dark
mask better left in
shadow far away
from integrity's
flickering glow.
The three great
beasts that sprang
from Abraham’s
seed locked in
mortal combat
while the lion
eagerly waits
to devour the
carnage.

Jacking it up to knock it down
the sound of collapse perhaps
the saddest heard by humanity’s
jaded ears
Heroes made and defeated
by apathetic fools, the unwitting
tools of the corporate masses,
who bow before well-to-do *****
in the name of capitalism's sanctified
gluttony
The will of the enlightened
frightened into dark corners
of degradation awaiting
the salvation of one who will
deliver them from the chains
of society’s unadorned ignorance
Bewildered sheep grasping at the
tattered remnants of this wasted
democracy.

The sun shines
on Portsmouth
but not where
I am
It’s nothing but
wishing on stars
Two thousand five
hundred light years
from home
How did I wander
so far?

The east wind
is blowing
The anchor
is weighed
I’m turning
my back to
the gale
With a flask
on my hip
and a prayer
on my lip
and a promising
wind in my sail

And maybe
I’ll make it
or maybe
I won’t
The future
is so hard
to see
Too much
has happened
and so much
is lost
and I don't know
who I’m supposed
to be

Ok I’m here
Where are my virgins?
What? You mean those toothless
old ladies with the warts and sagging ****?
No no! I mean the 72 young hotties the
Koran promised would be waiting for me
when I arrived.
What’s that?
You say the Kennedy brothers
got to them first and this is all that’s
left?

**** Americans!

It's 2am
and I'm still here
I should have skipped
that second beer
Perhaps the third
and forth ones too
I swear my drinking
days are through

What's that?
McFarland bought a round?
He never buys!
The filthy hound!
Then I'll drink that one
and gladly go
It'd be quite rude
to just say 'no'

Alright I'm done
It's been a ball
What's that you say?
The final call?
In that case
give me one to go
It'll be my last
I swear it's so

Oh Jesus
Where's that ****** door?
And how'd I wind up
on the floor?
And when did morning
come to pass?
Oh Heaven,
save my sorry ***

My woman,
Lord I'm in so deep
She'll knock my brains
into next week
She'll show no love
or sympathy
Save me lord!
Oh woe is me!

Whatever am
I going to do?
I really haven't
got a clue
What's that?
You open up at four?
Then I guess I'll stay
and have one more

Warning! This poem contains foul language and the subject matter is intended for those who share my warped sense of humor (or humour for my European friends). If you are easily offended or devoutly religious, you should probably skip this one. That said, my apologies to Dr. Seuss.



And all the Hos knew there
was something quite odd
about this strange little
self-professed servant
of God



Father Xmas

Every ** down in Hoville
liked ******* a lot
but the Priest who lived
just north of Hoville did not

The Priest hated *******
(at least with the women)
He much preferred cute
little boys for his sinnin'

Why he was so nasty
and hateful and sly
I guess no one really
could understand why

Some said he was born
with only one ball
Some said that his shorts
were two sizes too small

But whatever the reason
his shorts or his *****
He hated the Hos
both the tall and the small

'When the clocks strike eleven
I know just what they’ll do
They will take off their clothes
and commence a ** *****'

'And they’ll ***** and they’ll *****
till their screwers are sore
Then they’ll all take a break
and start ******* some more'

And the more the Priest thought
of the Hos and their *******
the more the priest thought
'they must stop what they're doing'

'I could call the police
Have them taken to jail'
But the Hos knew good lawyers
and would quickly make bail

'Then they’d all wander home
and resume the ** *******
They’d resume the ** hand jobs
They’d resume the ** *******'

Then he threw up his hands
and said 'Oh what the Hell!
If I fancied ***** I’d be
******* as well'

So the Priest left the Hos
to their ****** ploys
and he climbed into bed
with two altar boys.

Calico Zombies wander
the neon gardens of the
American night grasping
aimlessly for connections
their erections ignored by
the ****** in the doorways
along 5th avenue.

“We are unique”.
“We are calico”.

The mantra of a hundred
million lemmings fading in
the moonlight as they slowly
drown beneath the waves of
their own exclusive ignorance.

The lonely spider
Weaving strands in the moonlight
A vivid sermon

In the
chasm
between
two thoughts
lies the garden
of bliss.
Easily found
but not easily
entered...

The fire burning.

The liar turning
away from realities
decomposing core
while the doors
of perception
remain barred to
all but a privileged
few.
Truth lies not within
abandoned pews or
the Jew’s unread book
but in eyes willing to
look beyond the concept
of time and space to the
place where nothingness
and being coexist without
apprehension

Waves snap along
the moonlit shore
as a T-Rex bass line
carries ’The Mambo Sun’
through my soul and out
across the dream crested
Atlantic

Right here

Right now

I am free

Nirvana is made up
of moments such as
these

It’s twenty odd years
since irrational fears
drove away all your
hopes and desires
Now all that remains
is a shell and a frame
of a man that I once
so admired
The light in your eyes
was as bright as the sky
on a cold sunny day
in December
Now the fire is gone
and the light passes on
leaving only the glow
of the embers.

Within the glade
comes the parade
of the yellow lizards
with the wizard in blue
leading the way
to the place where
faces are never shown
and rotting flesh clings
to bones brittle and old
and exceptionally cold.
Along the way I see
the decay and in haste
I quicken my pace
turning my face away
as the wizards yellow lizards
look on in obedient disgrace.
It’s all a blur as I awaken
with the mistaken illusion
of the nights terrible
passing.
Was it just a dream?
Isn’t everything?

Someday I will think of you and smile...

But not today

Today I will miss you
Today I will walk in your garden
and you will not be there
And today I will sit alone by the
stream weaving words alone

But someday I will hear laughter
and think of you
And someday I will walk in my own
garden and you will be beside me
And someday my heart will be filled
with joy remembering the friendship
we shared...

But not today

A bitter poison spiked with the blood of a
thousand sages ebbs in a chalice at the foot
of the altar.

These soft ripples guide fools the way to oblivion.

Liquid solitude cascades over the parishioners
leading many to believe in the myth of inner
peace.
By morning all will grasp reality for a transitory
instant, cursing their miserable lives while praying
in earnest for autumn's obscure redemption.

By nightfall, they will return to the temple...

The way to bliss is a line
chiseled through the abyss
of time leaving sublime
characters to stumble
through the twilight of
autumn’s unadorned
years.
Fear and apprehension
wreak havoc on time’s
sublime reclamations
Geseme‘s tranquil breeze
failed to ease the suffering
of the Christ while his
cross is behind the loss
of humanities ability to
coexist.

Perhaps atonement will
come with the sunrise.

When the evening fades to shadow
and the moon is sailing high
I want to stay beside her
but I have to say goodbye
She smiles and says 'I love you'
and I know it’s all a lie
But the moonlight is bewitching
and there’s a twinkle in her eye

I kiss her very softly
as she lays upon the bed
I try to weigh my options
but the wines gone to my head
The room begins revolving
around all the things she said
But concentrations fading
and reasoning is dead

I wake up when it’s over
and wish it hadn’t been
I curse the empty bottle
and swear it off again
I fumble for my wrist watch
and it’s a quarter after ten

And I hate myself for wanting her

While I’m wanting her again.

Scene:

A spider in the fire light
weaves a solemn web

Cue the drumbeat, slow and steady...

Now the bass...

Bring up the volume...

Narrator:

'In death, breath no longer has meaning'

Increase volume on bass...

'In life, it is the essence of being'

Cue the trumpet, slow and mournful...

'In sleep, we walk in both worlds and exist in neither'

Cue the second trumpet, softly echoing the first...

'Some men paint their dreams'

Slow fade out...

'Others, their nightmares'

Screen fades to black and music stops...

'What will you paint in the hours before dawn'

Five second pause...

Switch off...

Moses brought the rules
for every sinner saint
and fool
And handed each a portion
of the blame

But a man is only wise
when he begins to realize
that a wise man
never ever plays
the game

There's darkness
rising in the land

Strange dead
hands reaching
through the ether
to drag souls back
to oblivion's
devastating abyss

Oh, never mind...

It's just the Tea Party

Sanctimonium
Somewhere out there
beyond the darkness of
unknowing
Past imagination and
just to the left of a dream,
lurks the ego we call God
Hovering forever on the
edge of the psyche
Hungering for the prayers
of sodden beggars and
be-sodden Holy frauds

What does it say about
mankind that we have
created for ourselves
a deity filled with
self-righteous fury,
lacking any mercy
for humanity’s frail
offspring?

We are religious masochists,
chaining our lives to the
delusion of original sin while
hanging truth upon a cross
of shadow and superstition
for the sake of a Heavenly
reward.

God help us...

I hardly knew my mother
and I barely knew my dad
But god I knew John Lennon
he was everything I had
I mimicked everything he did
my life was all the rave
Until the day that Chapman
sent my hero to his grave

That day still burns in memories
that time cannot erode
A generation's legend
shot and bleeding in the road
For me it was the final straw
that broke my timid chains
I vowed I would preach tolerance
and never hate again

I confess it isn't easy
to accept some points of view
and I find myself quite often asking
'What would Johnny do?'
But then I take a minute
and perhaps a couple more
Just until I'm certain
I won't knock you to the floor

(I'm still working on the tolerance part)

I tried so very hard you see
to accept Christianity
To believe that snakes in apple trees
can talk to maidens pleasantly
And a God that is both one and three
makes little sense mathematically

But the faithful ones insist that I
should never try to verify
‘Accept it all and don’t ask why
That’s how a Christian should comply’
But really I don’t think that I
can this dogma truly buy

But do not look so ill at ease
uncertainty is no disease
And even though we don't agree
it makes no difference to me
I simply, simply cannot be
a fan of Christianity

But now I see I’ve made you cry
please let it go and dry your eyes
There really is no reason why
So let me try and clarify
We simply don’t see eye to eye
on all the things we both decry

And now my rhymes are running low
but I’ve only got four lines to go
So I think it would be apropos
to end this dog and pony show
And to paraphrase the great Thoreau:

‘When we forget our learning, we’ll begin to know’



And now my friends, I have to go : )

Congealing reality within
the empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We’re left to gaze at
an empty, brooding sky.
Ah Billy, you understood
so long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the Holy city and there
is nowhere left to hide.

Encroaching madness
approaches from unexpected
corners of oblivion’s indifferent
layer.
Lost souls wander aimlessly
through tomorrow’s aborted
twilight ignorant of realities
cataclysmic inclination.
This is our truth, our way,
our direction.
Darwin’s natural selection
dooms us all to Valhalla’s
halls crowded with calamities
mediocre sons and tyranny’s
unadorned daughters.
The water of truth must find
its own level while the mud of
deception remains firm beneath
our jaded feet

Open wide and
hide inside
I can't abide
this shattered
life.
The strife
The pain
The insane nights
that shatter dawns
eternal light

My happy dream
seems silly now
in light of mercy’s
boorish joke
She spoke a word
and left me dry
Absurd, alone
to wonder why

But truth be told
I do not care
These uncouth
jokes and life unfair
Are symptoms of a
foolish dream
I've conjured up
within a scream

And stifled though
this howl maybe,
it preserves a grain
of sanity
That just may save
me in the end from
what they tell
me is pretend.

Leaving behind the shadow
of rationalization’s unfulfilled
promise to enter the world
of eternities chaotic
illumination
Nothing eternal is stagnant
and nothing vibrant truly
dies.
Flies gather on the corpses
of unrealized potential
while inertia winds ever
faster into oblivion’s
indifferent lair.

Live
Exist
Be

There is nothing else...

Half moon twilight, shadows fade
Specters rise within the glade
Advancing in a soft parade
Along the hills and colonnade

Ghostly phantoms long forgotten
Wailing souls from Hell begotten
Crying out for Satan’s pity
Forsaken by the Holy see

Where to go and what direction
Darwin’s natural selection
Never saw this sad collection
Death’s pathetic imagery

Floating down among the people
bowed beneath a different steeple
'Perhaps these foreign gods will
save us from eternal misery'

But god’s are all created equal
from the start and thru the sequel
By the same enamored people
living in this desperate land

And so my friend there’s no salvation
from this fear and desperation
The freedom of annihilation
again denied by Heaven’s hand.

You mock me with
your translucent vanity
fashioning mythical
visions of a man beyond
my humble station
How can I hope to
fulfill your jaded
expectations when
my only unique
impulse is original sin
(which isn't all that
original anymore).
In a world of carbon
copied beige you expect
me to stand head and
shoulders above
mediocrity...

Ok Father.
I'll try

Few dare to
moo at the
zoo.
They sit quietly
on their ***
in the grass
praising the
stench of the
pew.

What else can
they do?

Mighty Cupid shoot thine arrow
**** the ancient yuletide sparrow
Singing out upon the window of
my jaded misery
When it was I don’t remember
Long before that lost September
When the sky was everlasting
blue and yellow fantasy
Long before this present sorrow
Long before the dark tomorrows
Innocence was still a virtue
lost to us in passing years
Looking back I have to wonder
when the rain and ancient thunder
first began to cloud my vision
giving birth to shapeless fears

I see the end of the world
in the blink of her eye
And all the colors you
can think of just appeared
in the sky
And a guy who looks an
awful lot like Jesus walks
by

But nobody cares

All the people in the city
are to busy to feel
Running 90 MPH
just like rats on a wheel
Stuck in cages made of
concrete, iron, plastic
and steel

But nobody cares

The delusion of the moment
has them preoccupied
Whether Brittney or Nicole
will be along for the ride
And the sky begins to darken
and there's nowhere to hide

But nobody cares

Then out of nowhere
comes a shattering boom
A cloud of crimson colored ash
has passed in front of the moon
Six billion people disappearing
in the darkening gloom

And nobody cares...

Another song. I really need to see about recording these things. All I need is a band and a studio...lol


verse

We scratch and we claw for the answer
but no one pays heed to the dancer
Her movements convey revelation
but we still kneel and pray for salvation

Will we ever see?
No we’ll only see what we want

Will it ever be?
It’ll never be what we want

verse

At the end of it all I envision
the truth will demand a decision
Will you quote from the book of delusion?
Or admit that it’s all an illusion

Yes I truly do
believe that you will see

But it’ll be too late
for the likes of you and me

verse

In the depth of our soul we remember
But the flame's burning down to an ember
In our heart lies our own absolution
But we look to the sky for solutions

Yes I truly do
believe that you will see

But it’ll be too late
for the likes of you and me

up tempo, bridge

Tomorrow comes on broken wings
But you reject the life it brings
Preferring false reality
To the world you clearly see
around you

It’s time to fish or cut the bait
So gather the collection plate
Messiahs standing at the gate
But still you sit and hesitate
It astounds you

Confusion's never what it seems
The world is filled with broken dreams
The choice you make is crystal clear
Tomorrow's hope or yesterday's fear
You must decide

For my part I'll choose to love
And if there is no god above
I'll rot beneath the broken ground
But in my heart I'll know I've found
the answer

In the heart of the dancer

In the heart of the dancer

end

If perdition indeed
holds a place for
faces such as mine,
the lines of which
are the essence of
a depressing viewpoint,
then I openly welcome
my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate
somewhere between
Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from
their sardonic wit
just what it means
to be human
and what it means
to love and to feel
and to reel against
it all and to fall
and to rise again
over and over till
the end of time in
the sublime ecstasy
of the soul's droll
brilliance.

Who before me dared look
into your pale heart and
question your decrees?
Not the Jew
Not the Muslim
Not the Hindu
Not the Buddhist
And certainly not
the Christian
None
Before me there was
no one with the courage
to stand before you,
yet here I am
The Albigensian
The seeker of divinity’s
original light, here before
you to reclaim what was
taken from us by sightless
fanatics nineteen centuries
ago.

The character appearing in this work is fictitious but then again, aren't we all?


Like Humpty Dumpty
on the wall
My shell is cracked
and that ain't all
Below the neck
I'm hunky dory
While up above is
another story

What sits on top
is food for crows
Don't ask me why
I do not know
Perhaps I fell
upon my head
while sleeping
on a waterbed

To tell the truth
it doesn't matter
why the little
neurons scatter
every time
I try to focus
on the world
that's passing
by

But in my head
it's rather cozy
Everything is
bright and rosy
So I shall
remain in here
Beyond the
Sadness
and the fear

Everybody is different
and everybody’s the same
And everyone is a player
in this crazy little game
But the game it has no winners
and we’re lucky if we survive
The saints, the fools and the sinners
No one gets out alive

Don’t be sad when it’s all over
and the game is put away
Shake hands with all your rivals
and be happy that you played
It’s time for other children
to step up and roll the dice
Take a chance along the Boardwalk
walk away or pay the price

And you sit alone in the darkness
when the game of life is through
And you look up to the heavens
because there’s nothing left to do
And you think about the ending
as you slowly drift away
And you can not help but smile
because you got the chance to
play

We're watching
and we’re waiting
and we’re loving
and we’re hating
as the ***** of
greed is slowly
passing by.
Every thief and
every banker lifts
a frosty mug to
thank her while
the widow wipes
the tear beneath
her eye.
And the politician
smiles as the cash
is stacked in piles
while the price of
crude is soaring
to the sky.
And the folks who
rule the planet take
the whole ****
thing for granite
plucking fiddles
while the children
slowly die

I looked outside my window
and man what did I see
An angel and a devil
they were sitting in
my tree
And on a branch between them
hung an apple ruby red
I asked them what the deal was
and this is what they said:

“A man he has two choices
and soon he must decide
He can follow the instructions
or throw them to the side
The world is made of black and white
so friend it’s pretty clear
Now kindly make your mind up
and we’ll both be out of here”

I said “you must be joking
there are rainbows everywhere
And fifty different shades of grey
on which we can compare
There's up and down and left and right
and places in between
And a million different colors
that I've never even seen

"No, it's really simple"
said the angel and his friend
"And the sooner that you make
your choice the sooner this will
end
You see we're really busy
and I think it's going to snow
So make your mind up quickly
cuz' we've really got to go"

I said "I must apologize
for I will not decide
I will not play your silly game
on that you can abide
So you might as well get comfortable
yes make yourselves at home
You're going to be up in that tree
until the cows come home"

Well friends that was ten years ago
and still I see them there
They give me the most ***** looks
but I don't really care
They've made their own decision
to sit up in that tree
And if they freeze their ***** off
than what is it to me?

I treat all people kindly
and I'd help you if you fell
And if that isn't good enough
I guess I'll rot in hell
But I think I'll have good company
on this I'm pretty clear
Surrounded by a feast of friends,
and plenty of good cheer

Come on little darlin'
while I'm holdin' it together
and I'm standing in the hallway
and I'll wait on you forever
and I'm making up this silly rhyme
and I think it's kinda clever
but reality is something...
well, I'll have to reconsider
so before I get to thinking
and before the night is through
well I wish that you would hurry up
there's so much more to do
you see the world is waiting
and it's just outside the door
and tonight we'll make it different
like it was that time before
and gosh you sure look pretty
like a daisy in the sun
and the car is warm and ready
and our journey's just begun
we'll be a thousand miles from here
before the day is done
and tomorrow we'll start over
and we'll never be undone

But the truth?

We both know

It's waiting for us now

There ain't no way
of saving us...

Tonight

Vanquished dreams
crash and burn upon
time’s barren field
while the yield of
a lifetime is one half
pound of effort and
a few precious ounces
of success
At the end, is anyone
remotely satisfied
with the frantic waste
that was the last 26,280
days?
Two thousand years
waiting in vain for
the next Messiah
to save us from the
doldrums of mediocrity
while the best minds
of our generation
rot before the altar
of Yahweh and the
wide screen TV
Nietzsche understood
and it drove him mad.
Is that what it amounts to?
Boredom or insanity?

Ah man, what vanity
has led thee to this place
of desolation?

Not yet the morning comes.
It’s not time for our embrace
to end.
My soul for another moment
to hold you in my arms.
My soul to feel you next to me
a moment longer.
Soon light will enter our world.
The minutes even now are quickly
passing
It’s almost time my love.
It’s almost time to leave your side.
We have but a few lingering seconds
to be together and then I must go.

But not yet the morning comes.