lies, lies, tiny eyes

star-laced soul
crushed in the sand
by a cruel-faced culture
with un-natural demand
It's eyes covered up
by black spray paint
And taught from youth
to never wake.
The first few years they let you be
til' they teach you words to be used falsely.

The elders they all think they're happy
with their governing suits & their coloured t.v
When inside-out they've all been cheaped
less' they look within, remember deep
The 'leaders' are the convict creep
They turn your brain, put soul to sleep
-categorize, instate, forbid, try rise
their lies, their lies, from tiny eyes.

unfinished story (written during religion exam)

more water, than land
less castles, than sand
more rain-drops than man
(but not so much that he
feels flooded.)
-unless he leaves the bath-
tub on, and starts to
drown before not long.
sucked down the plug-hole
glasses and all
Begins to sink, and starts to fall
into a new land of lost-plug-hole things
he finds old hair, and long-lost rings

He's greeted there by a cat so tall
who speaks in English, just like us all
"welcome to the mystic land,
the skies are high, the grass is grand
and if you want to look around, then follow
me, don't make a sound.
We'll pass the toadstools underground
on our way to the ancient land.
And if you need some guidance now,
well hurry up & take my hand."

"don't you mean paw? replied the man,
as they passed more garbage cans.
"Oh heavens no, you silly man
you call it paw, we call it hand,
you call it love - we call it life
You call it black, when it's all white! (all right)"

"What do you mean?" replied the man
who wore a suit, and went by Sam.
"There is no need" replied the cat.
for hating this, for hating that.
We are all one, yes, you and me,
taste these mushrooms, you will see.

"Oh heavens, no!" replied the man,
I only drink beer, straight from the can.
I'll never, ever, ever, touch
a strange old thing that starts with 'mush'.
"Why my boy, what has happened to you,
you've lost your way & lost your roots.
You wouldn't even know where you came from
even if you just left it.

10-11

We don’t need a government
Not even need no dollar or cent
Cos’ everything man should be free
Like the beautiful things our eyes do see

We don’t need a house to live
We call it home, live on the earth
We don’t need no deadly weapons
Just hug a sister, get into heaven

There shouldn’t be no secret organizations
No one, no places
Who wanna close our eyes, and shut us in
Make us live like them, to live like him
Open your eyes – stare at the skies
And never forget where you came from
Cos’ we're all one – false religion, God is Sun
We’re all one being, that’s what I’m seeing
Should be no society, no artificial variety

Hey man, now that fruit is ripe
Grab me a mango while I smoke my pipe.

A Ghastly Friend

We get dressed
Go out at night
Looking for
The latest fright

Black trench coats
-Filled to the brim
With Poison candy
Covered in sin

-Big black boots
Enter the gates
Into the graveyard
Where death awaits

The ground sinks in
Beneath our feet
We look back to
The long-lost street

The night runs cold
-Follow the path
To kicked-in tombstones
(drenched in the dark)

Hold out the candle
-Hold it out bright
Don’t let the darkness
Encompass the light

We reach the bones
-A crossing bend
Written in stone
‘A ghastly friend’

Our dim-lit shine
-It muffles out
We’ve passed our time
Our time passed out

It’s too late now
(To) turn back and go
We’ve lost our hope
We’ve lost our glow

We say our prayers
And bow our head
We lay a curse
And raise the dead.

20-10-2010 (2)

There's a Cat looking down from the ceiling at
a boy who has lost all bad feelings and
has fallen in love
with an Affrican Dove
who shares the same love for the Cat.

20-7 (2)

I awake lost hope - dream vanishing
Loose my chance - scream happening
I kissed you there, but lost all hope
A bearded man, and Jewish pope.

Let swim in sea
With fish - peg water
And drown with me
Let save your daughter.

Coral, Coral, Peg-leg Moral
Swim through sauce, and age to borrow
The library books, I need a card
A knife, a gun, a cut-glass shard
A life, no fun, these times are hard
But even harder, when I'm with you
Cos then I have to think for two.
Your glasses hide your brain in sight
Don't think too hard, or then you might
Explode your MIND, that's too unkind.
-Then we'll have that in common.

20-7

It begotts election
And transfuses time
(It) dismisses rejection
And ability to rhyme.
It comes in two's and 3's and Nine
You hang it on your washing-line
But if it rains, then it's no good
The wetness extracts melt the wood
It starts with 'Z' and 'P' and 'L'
And when you pinch it lets off smell
It ends with 'Y' and 'Q' and 'R'
And looks just like a broken star
For what is seen is often heard
Unless of course you're Patrick Jurd
Cos' then you have no hope in hell
To find the word, which is ****l
(hotel)

Liar

I feel as weightless, as an anvil
I smell as clean, as a landfill
I am as sane, as a schizo
I feel as gay, as a widow
I speak as loud, as a mute
I look as ugly, as someone cute
I see as much, as a blind man can
I am as pale, as I am tan
I am as free, as a prisoner
I am as deaf, as a listener
I speak the truth, I always lie
I’m born next week, and then I die

80 Milligrams. 23/7

Head spins when I tilt the cup up
Legs cave when I try to stand up
It’s too thick, to drink such muck
It’s too late to try to wake up
I’ll turn my iron into a kettle
To spray my tea all over a petal
(Jumping off a toadstool)
Saints are losers, crims are king
Eyes are boozers, lips do sing
Shady gray, and block and weight
To surf, to groove, and move, to skate
Doesn’t matter what you are
As long as your are

Conpost Connor

There once as a boy who smelt so bad
He had a stinking mum & a compost dad.
He loved vegetables, that was to be
He ate 'em all day, especially with tea
The kids at school would tease & sin
Till Conpost left & hid a bin
He moved to a junkyard, to start a new life
He had a compost son with his compost wife
They had a compost wedding with an onion-ring
And a compost choir who could not sing.

(Quote)

"I don't even know what I wanna be-
or even if I wanna be."

Nature Danger - Stranger Granger

Boxxy kilt on storeman's quilt
Roney burrage on dwarf stilts
Govern men(t) meant govern
Feel no guilt.

Underground Chase

Ten foot foe
White & grey
Held his cloth
To my dismay
Night is loud
Take chase he
Chase take me
Through the crowd
I - smell like beer
I - feel like fear
Run to nowhere
Nowhere's clear.

1-7

Spinal columns, canvas bags
Stick-out ribs, choke feet scum
Sonics play, witches dance
Children aging, boags six works
Spinning patterns, look-in holes
Lips-fit turban, neck negative man
Fell in love, twice two day
Nose-stud keyboard, too old, too used
Rapid heart, desert lips
Front-flip man, end of line.

Pirpiri's Pies

Pirpiri’s Pies
Will open up your eyes
She bakes them fresh
She makes them nice
She adds things to
That you don’t know
Until your brain moves
Rather s-l-o-w

She works uptown
A little store
Right beside the
Electric Apple Core

Quarter cup flour
Half a cup salt
Four pounds hash
(For best result)
Five cups blueberry
Two pounds spice
Don’t forget the
Lysergic acid diethylamide!

6-7

And with that I bid you all, Good Morrow
May your days be long, until tomorrow
Let the sun shine in, and you will see
The light, and peace, and harmony

Cos no two beings are the same
And this is God's fault, he's to blame
Cos I love you, and it won't end
So what will happen when I'm dead?
You'll roam the earth, in spite of me
Be happy, sorry, you'll be free
Cos I was never made for this
It's all too much, and nothing's bliss
And though there's one thing that I'll miss
Your eyes, your touch, your scarlet kiss.

Gift

This book was a gift from me bruvah
A dear old bruvah was he
He'd give me books & dexies
(to which I could not sleep)

This head was a gift from me muvah
A dear old muvah was she
she'd buy me guitar & cut me down
(to which I could not see)

This food was a gift from me sistuh
A dear old sistah was she
She'd cook me food & lighten the mood
And just watch D V D'Z

Can't Stand to Look at Myself

Tummy rumbly
Flya kyte
Hedza moo-vin
Thru the nyte
Arms a stiffen
Cramps & pain
Shouldn't eye doo this again

Arms cramp, begin to pop
I wish they would (then it might stop)
"thanks for the dough
MO!"

Twenty-Two: Fifty One / Twenty-Two:Fifty Two

Take a number, stand in line
Wait to answer, wait to die
Talk to comfort, soul to heal
Walk to wander, poke to feel
Kiss to taste your steady lips
Running fingers, tender bliss
Look to see your beauty glow
Close to listen, see your soul
Miss you 'mensely, go to see
I hope that you'll do drugs (with me)

Luscious Flea

Mushroom tea - is where I want to be
Flying stars - is what I want to see
Banana peel - is what I want to feel
And Luscious Flea - is what I want to be

Pages from Notebook

CAN

Can is the greatest band
Delay 68' nineteen century man
Pinch, swang, spoon, pnoom
Empress Ukraine King of Moon
Ibis aumgn, peking o
Butterfly theif, man named Joe
Blue bag (inside paper) lay
Connection, mushroom, cutaway
Halleluhwah it will be
Bring me coffee or a tea

25-6 Part II

Eyes open
Stomachs turn
Freezing morning
Cold Burn
Stay in bed
Wind up dead
No more school
I'd rather bled

25-6

Wheres JimBop?
and a bundle of sugar
floats through the night
sonic suns & cosmic carcasses
jelly buns & seasick Parkinson's
Looking at fish swim
Fish chicks, fish grim
Fish chicks look fishy
(fishy - pretty)

Back Then

Life was so much easier back then
Back when we’d hide up in the tree
Until we got back from camp
Ran around in the playground
Until we got cramps
We’d smile and laugh all day
It was so much easier that way

Cosmic Dream

Cosmic Dream says "Shout on a cloud"
Mother Nature says "I am not proud,
Everybody's gone and ruined the
one thing I cared about."

(Quote)

Forgetting as much as my brain does, comes as both a positive and negative thing.

The Perfect Girl

I want a girl, one who cuts her hair short, wears long white singlets, and smokes, one so thin I can feel her bones.

I Need to Move Out...

I cannot wait to move out of this place, this horrible noise-free place, where the walls are so goddamn thin you can hear the man masturbating in the room across.

(Quote)

If happiness is everything…then I’ve got nothing.