I have no need for platitudes
just an attitude of gratitude
Everything that is behind me
and all that surrounds me
has it unique purpose
though not always visible upon the surface
it is there regardless
and believing without seeing is the hardest
but faith has its rewards
always something i work towards
though it's hard to let down my guard
and expose my tender heart
i will try my best to surrender
and abandon my personal agenda
no enemies or friends in this lifetime
only teachers of mine
every curse is a blessing in disguise
every loss is a gain in my eyes
and all the love i give, i strive to give for free
as i learn to love myself and others unconditionally

No more push and pull
I give in
To the small still voice within
Spirit is the only way to follow
Not the jagged path
Of the ego
Which basks in its own
Self righteousness
A wise man once said:
When you take a step back from a conflict,
You will find the seas and the skies boundless
And I have found this
To be true

I think that I preferred it best
Further from the nest
For I can’t get a good night's rest
With all this ******* squawking

This is the colour of my anger:
A white hot searing fever
Tearing through my veins like amphetamine;
A surreal dream that keeps replaying in my brain
Over and over again...
Life is pain enough
Without other people
Making it tough. Guess I ran out of luck:
Top of the class and surrounded by  dumb *****
Whose only qualification is knowing how to trigger
The ticking bomb I've strapped on
In my anger.

This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ******* colour

This is the colour of my anger:
This weird red mist with its fingers
Coiled around my brain,
Blurring my vision as I allow it
To make my decisions
For me. Again, it hands me the gun, then runs,
Leaving me to get the
Damage done. Well, aint this fun?
Three, two, one, and it’s time to take cover
I won’t get any sleep
Until I’ve shown you the colour
Of my anger.

This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ******* colour

This is the colour of my anger:
A smouldering orange lava
That laughs at the wrath of the sun,
And I feel like the risen Son
As it pours out of me, heavenly,
Reducing everything in its path to the
Sum of zero
But this is just a fraction of what it’s capable of.
Hot and full of hell is my fury. ****'s getting gory.
It's time to remove the canker.
No more bluffing, I’m all in -
Let the games begin
With my anger.

This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ******* colour

This is the colour of my anger:
The cloudless blue of my eyes
As I admire my workmanship,
Reflecting upon the new *******
That I have just ripped for you.
My smile spreads from ear to ear, like a slit throat,
Beatific in my ecstasy as this anger drains out of me.
The adrenaline that pumped so furiously
Now dumps its load in me, bringing me to my knees.
Enough, I say, as I see how small you stand there;
Let's call it a day, now be on your way,
Just remember the colour of my anger.

Don’t ever
****
With me
Again

Is it greed, or just a deep sense of self hatred
That drives you
To punish your insides
In such a sadistic manner?
If the body is a temple, then god only knows
What kind of deity you worship.
And if suffering truly is the path to glory
Then your cirrhosed liver will deliver you, surely
To the land of Milk Duds and Honey-O's.

It is not a battle of good versus evil
But of man versus food;
Many are the casualties in this war –
Behold the fallen heroes,
Wearing their purple hardened arteries
Like badges of honour.
A triple heart bypass scar bears testament
To the bravery of these devotees
Who congregate daily at the All-You-Can-Eat.

We gather here today, in this cafeteria,
To witness this formidable challenge,
This ritual of self-desecration,
The stop-watch waiting
To count down the
Seconds
To your sweet salvation.
With eyes glazed over and bated breath
We will watch you eat yourself to death.

A celebration of gluttony,
The sacrificial lamb (and pork, and beef..)
Laid out before you, dripping
Hot sauce and melted mozzarella:
A 10 pound behemoth
That must be slain
In order to ensure victory
And bring you one step closer
To meeting your maker

Bon apetit

Are you exhausted, shopping all day?
Are you exhausted ignoring me? I won’t go away.
Aren’t you tired of that humdrum existence of yours?
Give me a guitar and you won’t be bored.

A shiny Les Paul or an old Humbacker –
I’ll kick out the jams until me fingers are knackered
And you say, “Are you exhausted?” and I’ll say, “Yes! That’s the one!”
(The name of me album, that is, not the song.)

You should have seen me on stage back in seventy-six,
Jamming with my old mate Jimi Hendrix.
We was gods in them days, we were gee-tar kings,
though I only started playing ‘cause I couldn’t sing.

I played with all the greats, even Chuck Berry
(I strummed along on my guitar while I watched him on telly.)
I taught them all the great licks that made them so famous.
Just look at me now: a forgotten genius.

Now I’m walking the streets with me bottle of gin,
Of course I’m exhausted but I’ve got tough skin.
Now I’m talking to meself in the centre of town,
Yes, I’m exhausted but you won’t see me frown.

All day long you offer up your parched heart to a cruel sun,
Your soul splitting itself upon stinging shards of desire.

With empty mouth and empty arms, holding tight to nothing,
Pulling always in the most painful direction: desire.

Memories mingle in a corner of your mind’s eye;
Muttered curses and love songs, a mashed up sludge of desire.

The soft tendril of a whispered sweet nothing teases you;
Coiled around you, it slowly suffocates. Like smoke, your desire.

All you ever wanted is out there, ripe for the picking,
But is it out there waiting to be tasted by your desire?

The smartest way to escape the arrows of desire is
To desire only what you already have: fool desire –

Long not for the mountain but the valley that cradles you
As you gaze at the sky. There you will be safe from desire.

While you’re busy burning for some Greener Place, this fire
Devours the threads of Fate until all that remains is desire.