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Mind fuck
I've spent the last four weeks with shields up full, diverted power to vital only, and by Christ it's been lonely as hell.
Father is fading fast
and in-between the short visits home
I've tried to mourn his passing
before he goes
so I can show strength and composure
when the time comes
[ those words deserve ridicule, because I stand here facing a path I've never walked and I balk at the thoughts of it, try to run down it and re-define the lines to suit my own mind and all the while I'm running out of precious time ]
She's gone mad again
thrown everything away for a stone
me, the kids, our home
and she wears that damn ward
like it was built for her
[ I've sat there, where they smoke, looked into the eyes of crazy to see how much of me is with them, it's un-nerving so I leave to catch a bus that'll not be there for an hour so I can cower in a cafe away from the reality ]
who am I
who
am
I
Save Your Pity
Look away now
this day is hard enough to suffer
without the added weight of your pity.
........... .................. .......
More genocide than famine (Black 47)
Faced with starvation we ate the grass
died like old dogs on the side of a road
you Britannia,you sailed our food slowly away
............. ................ .........
Plod n the dead horse
clearly sir, your horse is dead
you might be wise to bury it
rather than drag it hither and thither
and flogging it until you whither
ahh, but officer don't you see
this horse sir is a part of me
like it or not we two are one
please put away that loaded gun
A likely story sir
Let's have it then,your explanation
afore i march you down the station
and throw you in the darkest dungeon
for cruelty with no air of reason
Well sir i'll tell it from the start
this is the horse that pulled my cart
to fetch me to and from the mart
it's not that i don't have a heart
so why flog a dead horse
i was on my way back just this after
to find my wife so i could shaft her
when i got home i heard some laughter
and found her blowing my mate Aurthur
i don't mind saying i was in shock
to see her blowing my mates cock
and it was indeed another knock
that she was in her wedding frock
at this point sir well i was fuming
voices in my head were booming
to kill them both you are assuming
Well o.k sir that thought was looming
t'was a double murder in the making
but i walked out though i was shaking
no,the piss sir i'm not taking
see for yourself that i'm not faking
I think i'll have to stop you there
it's not my fault your wife's a whore
the fact is sir i know your sore
but you cant flog that horse no more
now take it to the knackers yard
cos i have surly marked your card
get over it it's not that hard
it'll all be fine once you are *jarred
.. .. .. .. ..
night line (with dr krane)
hello is that dr krane,i'm going insane
i cant get this chick outta my brain
i guess i am saying, i'm in so much pain
i cant tell the sunshine from the rain
i gave her my heart and she ran away
its all so awful i just have to say
i thought of a hitting the rope today
but i coudna do it,am i o.k?
caller, i think you've lost the plot
i hear this sorta thing a lot
wipe your tears and clean your snot
she probably wasna all that hot
i think you should try drown your sorrow
you might feel better on the morrow
and if you dont, well dont bother me
i coudna give a shit you see!!
.. .. .. .. ..
Byte Me
It was never my intention
or a cunning plan set in motion
god knows i needed love
like i needed a hole in the head
did i say love
i would never say love
outside of cold inebriation
or a drunken conversation
easily laughed off
Because
she is so much more than a word
typed in the heat
of some frenzied exchange
how can one even begin to explain
she knows
but then she would never say
well maybe a subtle hint
that could be taken a few ways
leaving enough room for a dignified retreat
and we talk
of all things life
of struggles and strife
of things that were
and things that will be
we laugh
because she's as mad as a box of frogs
deep as a north sea oil well
loud like a great brass church bell
smooth as the motion of swiss watch cogs
i try
oh i try every day
to shoo those foolish notions
lock those silly thoughts away
but they stay
did i mention love
because i would never mention love
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Wilde, Smoke and strong brandy
I sometimes think you are trapped in the wrong time
imprisoned in a world marred by it's own decadence
your art almost an antiquity on conception.
I picture you
In a suit you bought from Savile Row
cut and tailored from the finest tweed
dutifully laid out by your man servant
for when you alight from a hot bath.
I can almost hear you give a hearty laugh
while you point the stem of your ivory pipe
at the gentleman in the red smoking jacket
sitting in London's Albemarle Club
among the greats and the not so greats
gently swirling your brandy in playful
debate about the latest scandal to break
I see you
suffer the tongue's of the stupid. the fools.
and watch you cut them down with words.
silencing all who dare give voice to bigotry.
I wish you
The courage to climb free of your trenches
to stand down your defenses,
breath the cold crisp air of a man free of fear
and savor a bottle of rare brandy
(it doesn't matter what year)
............ ............... ............
Bilderberg's inc.
for the love of a flag we stand to attention
raise our hand to salute,then shoot
and march into certain death with honor
there is no crime in the killing of children
or no harm in the odd rape here and there
one two three four we aint human any more
for the fear of god we cower in the temple
or turn one blind eye while closing the other
when the pope goose steps around Vatican city
hording its knowledge it gold and its stolen souls
blessed are those who see no evil,hear no evil
for the love of power they kill those who question
or have a heart and brain to take a stand
or share a dream of a new promised land
and have the imagination to break the mold
if its inherently good then its contagiously bad
for the love of money they raise the flags
and pull the strings of the hands that bless
they plot and plan against the great dreamers
we are just play things to their wicked games
pesky disposable sub-human's we deserve no brains
........... .................. ..........
King For A Day
What a tangled web this game of thrones.
that everyman genuflects and offers words.
still keeping one eye on the prize,the crown.
seeking private coronation with the prospect
of softly whispered condemnations,passing lips
made of ivy to make their way through your
Queendom.
And oh to be king for a day, then come what may
i'll say ,will bring it's own fleeting reward.
i can sheath my blooded sword and hear the choir
sing in hallowed voice and they can watch me
and rejoice. when i am king for a day.
''''''''' '''''''''''' ''''''''''''''
"Why must I hide from myself, when I need a crowd? Bring on the crowd. I love the crowd." *
The Electric Co*
It's all fun and games 'till the lightening strikes
and when it does,it's only fun for them
my mind explodes and I swear I can smell
Saturdays barbecue even though it's Monday
They look at me like it's them doing me the favor
like I don't know that i'm feeding
some deep dark hunger inside them
a taste for inflicting pain
they picked up during med school
i imagine them rubbing their hands together
when they see me walking through their damn doors
some day I'd like to see how they feel
at the receiving end of this miracle
see how they like being tied down flat
and fitted with all that expensive hardware
I'd like to see them bite down on rubber
see them shudder every time a light goes on
and i'd like to laugh in their faces
when they ask me if they've had enough
because they feel as rough as coarse sandpaper
I'd like to see them watch the world pass by
through a closed window,clean on the inside
and it's no wonder I wont venture outside
when every fucking time I leave the house
there's another shock lined up for the taking
yes it's making me bitter because i'm no better now
than i was this time last year or the year before
and furthermore I can suggest,
that I think it would be by far the best
if I just sit here in my room and watch the world
pass by through the window, clean on the inside
... .... ... ... ...
Eureka !
It's quite something watching someone
when they have a eureka moment.
all depends on the moment
and what's floating
in the bath.
It's a totally different story though
if you're soaking in your own bath
and you gradually notice
you're bathing with
a build up of
your own
shit.
for one thing the stench is overpowering
and it's hard to get out of it
with out at least some
shit sticking to
your skin
My compliments to the great oracle
wise and profound that she is.
there's a lot to be said
for speaking subtle.
that's for sure.
............. .................... .............
The Fall of Pendragon
Even Morgana of the black heart
who commanded the banshee's wail
never foresaw that the power of love
would break Pendragons Utopian realm
enter Lancelot abreast the white steed
shining armor, glistening steel
how the darkness jumped for joy
when his eyes met the fair Gwenivere
rendezvous by the fountain of hope
shedding silken robes and dress
lost in lust, trapped in love
the spirits watches with envy
with each kiss on the lips
another death knoll sounds
Arthur, oblivious for now
will soon be a mess of rage
..... ...... ...... ...... .....
*sigh* This place again,this place with its restrictions fallacies and fictions and freelance connotations flying back and forth.
Groundhog day
that voice, an extension
of the acrid tension apparent in your walk
yes,it's good to talk and throw things out there
or even shout about every little thing
that holds us here suspended like flies in a web
just waiting on the lethal injection
of a hungry spider
or an event,
the real decider that throws a blanket
around the head of the corpse of us
these days it's the thoughts that count
depending on the amount of apathy
they can be few or plentiful
...... ........ ........ .......
Blanket
It takes a certain kind of something
to shut down every feeling
and wander aimlessly through every day
one numbed step at a time
It's a bums life,the lazy way out
no doubt about it
sometimes though it's the only way to go
build oneself back from scratch
and I know the score with that
you can get the measure of people,passers by
who will lower their eyes as if
it's all their fault you're sitting on the ground
with a thin blanket wrapped around your legs
or the suits who would run past
only it might scuff their new shoes
mostly though the money, the notes
would come from the twenty somethings
wanting to impress their honeys with the gesture
making a big scene akin to a Broadway play
and I'd say "hey! thanks man you're one in a million"
then they'd go on their way
all set for whatever reward they'd be getting
later that night
I still recall the Wednesday night mid December
when the rain fell thick and slow
the old couple who passed then stopped
they walked on again
towards the many shops stocked for the festivities
after a while they came back to me
gifted me with a brand new winter coat
and a crisp fifty note
then we talked and he handed me his phone ,said
"for god sake man swallow your pride and ring your home
this is no time to be sitting alone in the rain
you have absolutely nothing to gain from this
it's time to stop taking the piss and grow some
you know, our son died two years ago
we never even knew he was sick"
then they hugged each other
and I thought of my mother and father
how I'd rather be in front of a blazing fire
so I rang, I said I was sorry
they said they were too and "we miss you"
nuff said.
..... ...... ...... ...... ....
Wow is it that time already? time is dragging by
It's late,sleep is an ocean away and a good drive
far better to busy himself doing nothing
than to close his eyes again to see
he's too cool for all that jazz on a Tuesday
so whats next, a hot cup of tea and a stopwatch?
or a meaningful chat with a ham and cheese toasted
either way it's just filling time till the bells ring
as bold as brass in the old church tower
"This is the early morning news, the world is still in chaos"
when did the t.v get to be so honest?
seems like yesterday it was trying to sell him pills
for a digestive problem he didn't have
He sticks his hand in his pocket and has a search
there must be three quid there in change
he thinks to himself, if he had a pound for every time he fell
there would be five quid there instead of three
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Revenge is best served with a side of pollution
The clock says half three
but the thing about clocks
is that they tend to keep their own time
this time, I'll take it's word for it
and if it turns out to be wrong
when I get back, I'll fix it for sure
Noah, the one who had the world on his boat
and sailed across vast expanses of flood waters
must have thought it strange that the fish underneath him
gained so much, when every animal on earth
suffered total annihilation
well, it's clear we've never forgot
that little discrepancy
because it won't be all that long
'till we have to collect them two by two
and store them on dry land
but why stop there
them animals have been dogging us for years
the sheer arrogance of it all
prancing about earth as if they own the place
we saved them, remember!
they should be eating out of our hands
I'm not sure about that clock anymore
but if I don't go now
I'll not be able to catch the bus
and if I miss that one
might as well miss the ten of them
........... .............. ............ ...........
We The People
so many are we
mere mice, toys to them fat cats
with white collah, and black bowler hat
we, be the means of them's crust
because without we
them be lost, with none money
with none people, with none pow-ah
them lust for high place
throw eyes on we
see every move, ear every speak
we be born strong
then made weak by them's vaccines
them's water and we's greed
or them send we to war
to do them's mass slaughter
'''''''''''' ''''''''''''' '''''''''''''''''
Conception
I wish
that just once, I'd remember more about that place
than the precious few
split second feelings I get
every now n then
because I know
It's where I left all the answers.
.......... ............... ............... .............. .......
Savannah
My heart is heavy
even for all the fresh air I breathe
with walks up around and down the mountain
it's idle, save for its pumping of blood
most of the time
I can't even feel that it's there
it's hard, in the interludes between busy
not to compare this day
with the same one last year
the one before that
Christ, then when I woke up
my heart was thumping like crazy
and the falling leaves
meant something other than decay
the daytime rain was soft
and the wind whispered things at night
that made me smile
oh Savannah
now the days build themselves on memories
used to be's
and I find myself lost in them
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cúpla focal
sometimes, words are meaningless
thrown about
like confetti outside a church
after a staged marriage
uttered, written, carved
no matter the format
they're just words in purgatory
cold, dead, but visible
other times
words uttered or written
are so strong
they can lift a million times their weight
and the author probably never knew
the words had muscles
in the first place
Go raibh maith agat, bhean álainn
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Glory to the revolution
They'd gathered for a revolution, and fought with bravery for a victory that struck me as far too easy given the stakes. not to take away from the people power or their dead. although perhaps just maybe, it was the people who'd won and not just another case of puppetry played out on the streets for territories.
The battle of Independence square
Molotov plus polystyrene
makes for a good hand held napalm bomb
but does nothing to stop a sniper's bullet
dozens of protesters found that out the hard way
at least they know that now
and are setting tires alight for some cover
"the people on the streets are angry
because they want the stability and democracy of Europe
and not just mere money from Putin"
which sounded odd to me, cos there's not much stability in the union
perhaps they don't watch tv
change comes in many forms
but today's norm seems to be rivers of blood
because strongly worded letters just dont bite like they used to
this morning the people celebrated, cos the president had ran off in a hurry
left his mansion, boathouse and presidential zoo
the people walked around the grounds
and they wanted to know where the money came from
then they gathered on the streets and waved flags
chanting glory to the revolution
until the trucks rolled up
filled with all the men and women
who'd survived the barricades on the frontline
still dressed in their makeshift uniforms, stained with blood
and carrying the riot shields the police dropped
the people they got nervous, because they didn't want reminding
about the dark side of their revolution
I've spent the last four weeks with shields up full, diverted power to vital only, and by Christ it's been lonely as hell.
Father is fading fast
and in-between the short visits home
I've tried to mourn his passing
before he goes
so I can show strength and composure
when the time comes
[ those words deserve ridicule, because I stand here facing a path I've never walked and I balk at the thoughts of it, try to run down it and re-define the lines to suit my own mind and all the while I'm running out of precious time ]
She's gone mad again
thrown everything away for a stone
me, the kids, our home
and she wears that damn ward
like it was built for her
[ I've sat there, where they smoke, looked into the eyes of crazy to see how much of me is with them, it's un-nerving so I leave to catch a bus that'll not be there for an hour so I can cower in a cafe away from the reality ]
who am I
who
am
I
Save Your Pity
Look away now
this day is hard enough to suffer
without the added weight of your pity.
........... .................. .......
More genocide than famine (Black 47)
Faced with starvation we ate the grass
died like old dogs on the side of a road
you Britannia,you sailed our food slowly away
............. ................ .........
Plod n the dead horse
clearly sir, your horse is dead
you might be wise to bury it
rather than drag it hither and thither
and flogging it until you whither
ahh, but officer don't you see
this horse sir is a part of me
like it or not we two are one
please put away that loaded gun
A likely story sir
Let's have it then,your explanation
afore i march you down the station
and throw you in the darkest dungeon
for cruelty with no air of reason
Well sir i'll tell it from the start
this is the horse that pulled my cart
to fetch me to and from the mart
it's not that i don't have a heart
so why flog a dead horse
i was on my way back just this after
to find my wife so i could shaft her
when i got home i heard some laughter
and found her blowing my mate Aurthur
i don't mind saying i was in shock
to see her blowing my mates cock
and it was indeed another knock
that she was in her wedding frock
at this point sir well i was fuming
voices in my head were booming
to kill them both you are assuming
Well o.k sir that thought was looming
t'was a double murder in the making
but i walked out though i was shaking
no,the piss sir i'm not taking
see for yourself that i'm not faking
I think i'll have to stop you there
it's not my fault your wife's a whore
the fact is sir i know your sore
but you cant flog that horse no more
now take it to the knackers yard
cos i have surly marked your card
get over it it's not that hard
it'll all be fine once you are *jarred
.. .. .. .. ..
night line (with dr krane)
hello is that dr krane,i'm going insane
i cant get this chick outta my brain
i guess i am saying, i'm in so much pain
i cant tell the sunshine from the rain
i gave her my heart and she ran away
its all so awful i just have to say
i thought of a hitting the rope today
but i coudna do it,am i o.k?
caller, i think you've lost the plot
i hear this sorta thing a lot
wipe your tears and clean your snot
she probably wasna all that hot
i think you should try drown your sorrow
you might feel better on the morrow
and if you dont, well dont bother me
i coudna give a shit you see!!
.. .. .. .. ..
Byte Me
It was never my intention
or a cunning plan set in motion
god knows i needed love
like i needed a hole in the head
did i say love
i would never say love
outside of cold inebriation
or a drunken conversation
easily laughed off
Because
she is so much more than a word
typed in the heat
of some frenzied exchange
how can one even begin to explain
she knows
but then she would never say
well maybe a subtle hint
that could be taken a few ways
leaving enough room for a dignified retreat
and we talk
of all things life
of struggles and strife
of things that were
and things that will be
we laugh
because she's as mad as a box of frogs
deep as a north sea oil well
loud like a great brass church bell
smooth as the motion of swiss watch cogs
i try
oh i try every day
to shoo those foolish notions
lock those silly thoughts away
but they stay
did i mention love
because i would never mention love
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Wilde, Smoke and strong brandy
I sometimes think you are trapped in the wrong time
imprisoned in a world marred by it's own decadence
your art almost an antiquity on conception.
I picture you
In a suit you bought from Savile Row
cut and tailored from the finest tweed
dutifully laid out by your man servant
for when you alight from a hot bath.
I can almost hear you give a hearty laugh
while you point the stem of your ivory pipe
at the gentleman in the red smoking jacket
sitting in London's Albemarle Club
among the greats and the not so greats
gently swirling your brandy in playful
debate about the latest scandal to break
I see you
suffer the tongue's of the stupid. the fools.
and watch you cut them down with words.
silencing all who dare give voice to bigotry.
I wish you
The courage to climb free of your trenches
to stand down your defenses,
breath the cold crisp air of a man free of fear
and savor a bottle of rare brandy
(it doesn't matter what year)
............ ............... ............
Bilderberg's inc.
for the love of a flag we stand to attention
raise our hand to salute,then shoot
and march into certain death with honor
there is no crime in the killing of children
or no harm in the odd rape here and there
one two three four we aint human any more
for the fear of god we cower in the temple
or turn one blind eye while closing the other
when the pope goose steps around Vatican city
hording its knowledge it gold and its stolen souls
blessed are those who see no evil,hear no evil
for the love of power they kill those who question
or have a heart and brain to take a stand
or share a dream of a new promised land
and have the imagination to break the mold
if its inherently good then its contagiously bad
for the love of money they raise the flags
and pull the strings of the hands that bless
they plot and plan against the great dreamers
we are just play things to their wicked games
pesky disposable sub-human's we deserve no brains
........... .................. ..........
King For A Day
What a tangled web this game of thrones.
that everyman genuflects and offers words.
still keeping one eye on the prize,the crown.
seeking private coronation with the prospect
of softly whispered condemnations,passing lips
made of ivy to make their way through your
Queendom.
And oh to be king for a day, then come what may
i'll say ,will bring it's own fleeting reward.
i can sheath my blooded sword and hear the choir
sing in hallowed voice and they can watch me
and rejoice. when i am king for a day.
''''''''' '''''''''''' ''''''''''''''
"Why must I hide from myself, when I need a crowd? Bring on the crowd. I love the crowd." *
The Electric Co*
It's all fun and games 'till the lightening strikes
and when it does,it's only fun for them
my mind explodes and I swear I can smell
Saturdays barbecue even though it's Monday
They look at me like it's them doing me the favor
like I don't know that i'm feeding
some deep dark hunger inside them
a taste for inflicting pain
they picked up during med school
i imagine them rubbing their hands together
when they see me walking through their damn doors
some day I'd like to see how they feel
at the receiving end of this miracle
see how they like being tied down flat
and fitted with all that expensive hardware
I'd like to see them bite down on rubber
see them shudder every time a light goes on
and i'd like to laugh in their faces
when they ask me if they've had enough
because they feel as rough as coarse sandpaper
I'd like to see them watch the world pass by
through a closed window,clean on the inside
and it's no wonder I wont venture outside
when every fucking time I leave the house
there's another shock lined up for the taking
yes it's making me bitter because i'm no better now
than i was this time last year or the year before
and furthermore I can suggest,
that I think it would be by far the best
if I just sit here in my room and watch the world
pass by through the window, clean on the inside
... .... ... ... ...
Eureka !
It's quite something watching someone
when they have a eureka moment.
all depends on the moment
and what's floating
in the bath.
It's a totally different story though
if you're soaking in your own bath
and you gradually notice
you're bathing with
a build up of
your own
shit.
for one thing the stench is overpowering
and it's hard to get out of it
with out at least some
shit sticking to
your skin
My compliments to the great oracle
wise and profound that she is.
there's a lot to be said
for speaking subtle.
that's for sure.
............. .................... .............
The Fall of Pendragon
Even Morgana of the black heart
who commanded the banshee's wail
never foresaw that the power of love
would break Pendragons Utopian realm
enter Lancelot abreast the white steed
shining armor, glistening steel
how the darkness jumped for joy
when his eyes met the fair Gwenivere
rendezvous by the fountain of hope
shedding silken robes and dress
lost in lust, trapped in love
the spirits watches with envy
with each kiss on the lips
another death knoll sounds
Arthur, oblivious for now
will soon be a mess of rage
..... ...... ...... ...... .....
*sigh* This place again,this place with its restrictions fallacies and fictions and freelance connotations flying back and forth.
Groundhog day
that voice, an extension
of the acrid tension apparent in your walk
yes,it's good to talk and throw things out there
or even shout about every little thing
that holds us here suspended like flies in a web
just waiting on the lethal injection
of a hungry spider
or an event,
the real decider that throws a blanket
around the head of the corpse of us
these days it's the thoughts that count
depending on the amount of apathy
they can be few or plentiful
...... ........ ........ .......
Blanket
It takes a certain kind of something
to shut down every feeling
and wander aimlessly through every day
one numbed step at a time
It's a bums life,the lazy way out
no doubt about it
sometimes though it's the only way to go
build oneself back from scratch
and I know the score with that
you can get the measure of people,passers by
who will lower their eyes as if
it's all their fault you're sitting on the ground
with a thin blanket wrapped around your legs
or the suits who would run past
only it might scuff their new shoes
mostly though the money, the notes
would come from the twenty somethings
wanting to impress their honeys with the gesture
making a big scene akin to a Broadway play
and I'd say "hey! thanks man you're one in a million"
then they'd go on their way
all set for whatever reward they'd be getting
later that night
I still recall the Wednesday night mid December
when the rain fell thick and slow
the old couple who passed then stopped
they walked on again
towards the many shops stocked for the festivities
after a while they came back to me
gifted me with a brand new winter coat
and a crisp fifty note
then we talked and he handed me his phone ,said
"for god sake man swallow your pride and ring your home
this is no time to be sitting alone in the rain
you have absolutely nothing to gain from this
it's time to stop taking the piss and grow some
you know, our son died two years ago
we never even knew he was sick"
then they hugged each other
and I thought of my mother and father
how I'd rather be in front of a blazing fire
so I rang, I said I was sorry
they said they were too and "we miss you"
nuff said.
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Wow is it that time already? time is dragging by
It's late,sleep is an ocean away and a good drive
far better to busy himself doing nothing
than to close his eyes again to see
he's too cool for all that jazz on a Tuesday
so whats next, a hot cup of tea and a stopwatch?
or a meaningful chat with a ham and cheese toasted
either way it's just filling time till the bells ring
as bold as brass in the old church tower
"This is the early morning news, the world is still in chaos"
when did the t.v get to be so honest?
seems like yesterday it was trying to sell him pills
for a digestive problem he didn't have
He sticks his hand in his pocket and has a search
there must be three quid there in change
he thinks to himself, if he had a pound for every time he fell
there would be five quid there instead of three
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Revenge is best served with a side of pollution
The clock says half three
but the thing about clocks
is that they tend to keep their own time
this time, I'll take it's word for it
and if it turns out to be wrong
when I get back, I'll fix it for sure
Noah, the one who had the world on his boat
and sailed across vast expanses of flood waters
must have thought it strange that the fish underneath him
gained so much, when every animal on earth
suffered total annihilation
well, it's clear we've never forgot
that little discrepancy
because it won't be all that long
'till we have to collect them two by two
and store them on dry land
but why stop there
them animals have been dogging us for years
the sheer arrogance of it all
prancing about earth as if they own the place
we saved them, remember!
they should be eating out of our hands
I'm not sure about that clock anymore
but if I don't go now
I'll not be able to catch the bus
and if I miss that one
might as well miss the ten of them
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We The People
so many are we
mere mice, toys to them fat cats
with white collah, and black bowler hat
we, be the means of them's crust
because without we
them be lost, with none money
with none people, with none pow-ah
them lust for high place
throw eyes on we
see every move, ear every speak
we be born strong
then made weak by them's vaccines
them's water and we's greed
or them send we to war
to do them's mass slaughter
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Conception
I wish
that just once, I'd remember more about that place
than the precious few
split second feelings I get
every now n then
because I know
It's where I left all the answers.
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Savannah
My heart is heavy
even for all the fresh air I breathe
with walks up around and down the mountain
it's idle, save for its pumping of blood
most of the time
I can't even feel that it's there
it's hard, in the interludes between busy
not to compare this day
with the same one last year
the one before that
Christ, then when I woke up
my heart was thumping like crazy
and the falling leaves
meant something other than decay
the daytime rain was soft
and the wind whispered things at night
that made me smile
oh Savannah
now the days build themselves on memories
used to be's
and I find myself lost in them
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cúpla focal
sometimes, words are meaningless
thrown about
like confetti outside a church
after a staged marriage
uttered, written, carved
no matter the format
they're just words in purgatory
cold, dead, but visible
other times
words uttered or written
are so strong
they can lift a million times their weight
and the author probably never knew
the words had muscles
in the first place
Go raibh maith agat, bhean álainn
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Glory to the revolution
They'd gathered for a revolution, and fought with bravery for a victory that struck me as far too easy given the stakes. not to take away from the people power or their dead. although perhaps just maybe, it was the people who'd won and not just another case of puppetry played out on the streets for territories.
The battle of Independence square
Molotov plus polystyrene
makes for a good hand held napalm bomb
but does nothing to stop a sniper's bullet
dozens of protesters found that out the hard way
at least they know that now
and are setting tires alight for some cover
"the people on the streets are angry
because they want the stability and democracy of Europe
and not just mere money from Putin"
which sounded odd to me, cos there's not much stability in the union
perhaps they don't watch tv
change comes in many forms
but today's norm seems to be rivers of blood
because strongly worded letters just dont bite like they used to
this morning the people celebrated, cos the president had ran off in a hurry
left his mansion, boathouse and presidential zoo
the people walked around the grounds
and they wanted to know where the money came from
then they gathered on the streets and waved flags
chanting glory to the revolution
until the trucks rolled up
filled with all the men and women
who'd survived the barricades on the frontline
still dressed in their makeshift uniforms, stained with blood
and carrying the riot shields the police dropped
the people they got nervous, because they didn't want reminding
about the dark side of their revolution
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