sex drugs and rock and roll

Shoot me hard into your skin
Feel me swim
I’m running I’m running
And there’s no stopping
No slowing down
The fingers in your throat
Can’t bring me back up to
Were you can spit on me

Your brain falls heavily into my lap
Your senses manipulated
I’m expanding a gap
I’m ruining you and wrapping it in gift wrap

I’m the cancer eating your lungs and throat
I’m the hunger snipping at your guts
I’m the cough steeling away that coveted note
I’m the bottle you bought instead of a coat

Shoot me hard into your core
So many times the cold can’t be felt
Anymore
I’m running your slowing
You can’t stop you
I can’t stop being you
When there’s more of me in you
Than you

You’ve fallen heavily into depression
You’ve stopped seeing all the glamour
All the fun,
Especially after you’ve sold your most worthy possessions
Your heart your soul your dignity your health your family your happiness your relationships your education your job your heart your life

I’m the cancer eating your lungs and throat
I’m the hunger snipping at your guts
I’m the cough steeling away that coveted note
I’m the bottle you bought instead of a coat
I’m the infection slowly spreading
I’m the drug slowly spreading
I’m the old you your slowly shedding
I’m the dignity you’re shredding

I am you

I am sex I am drugs I am a rock but will never roll over

Stormy weather verses a wall and a lighthouse

A wave raced like a thousand damned horsemen,
Competing to be the first to be dashed against the cold warn sea wall,
As if summoned by a supernatural superior call.


The lighthouse which overhung this deathly scene,
Sat still and serene just as it had since nineteen fourteen,
It had lasted the bombings from Hitler and Hun,
But in the year of our lord nineteen ninety one,
This heroic saviour of ships was finally undone.


The waves came, the waves broke,
But the sea wall held strong like a fine noble Oak,
Took three score violent undulations and ten,
To undermine the stone at the base of the wall,
Then one by one they began to fall,
To become lost in the sea and manipulated by squall.


Soon the lighthouse had no defender,
And if it had the breath and voice of a sane man,
It would scream for mercy and for surrender.
But the sea had no sympathy and soon began,
The demise of this solitary spot,
By pounding its door with the strength of an artillery shot.


The noise alone could have broken the door,
The staircase the bed and torn up the floor.


The tower toppled with the subtle grace of a bomb,
Destroyed instantly on impact,
With the victor, the sea,
Splintering out of existence,
Time shows that without persistence
Remembrance of courage is lost and not retrieved
And in a generation forgotten
The site of our hero now overgrown and rotten



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hopefuly this dream will not turn sour

My eyes are as moist as dust
And this dead euphoric energy
Will make my temples burst
I got a feeling in my gut like getting older
Growing colder and becoming fatter
Going nowhere
Like a toy with only one functioning leg
I limp around the same track
Stalked by a hungry malevolent cleg

My ambitions float carelessly into dreams
Those are forgotten like a fascist regime
Only to be picked up by descendants of mine
Prepared for the virtue but not for the time

A dream turned sour
A boy turned old
A cult moral turned law
A baby turned w----

Quiet girl in lost in the middle of the class

She sat on an island in the middle of the class,

Shivering tanned skin delightfully exposed like brown polished brass.

She sat there mellow and unique in her anonymity.

Seemingly possessing limitless equanimity.

She was not known to me or me to her.

But our eyes connected for a second or two,

And I instantaneously was disorientated by a brown blur,

As her eyes saluted me in an almost adieu,

Then were snapped from my oversolicitous view.

my mind slips, and my body falls

My mind slips monotonously back,

To the hours that felt like minuets,

Spent off the beaten lonely track,

Where my single but whole heart beat till it burst.

The blood may have stained you.

But it stained me worst.

And the seconds that we thriftlessly threw away,

Admiring skin like porcelain clay.

I’d like to claw back to relive and recreate some day,

In a different place very far away.

This time,

With somebody who’s heart is less likely to decay,

I have too many regrets to have any at all,

But you’ll stay high on my list till judgement day.

For you made my heart into a medicine ball,

To heavy to carry on my sleeve or behind my ribs.

Though one day I hope to enthral,

Enchant and bewilder you all,

By wielding my love like a blade of a sword,

Hording a pile of victims which I shall adore.

damn your holy deity

Goddamn your holy deity,

That one who keeps you safe.

The one promoting homogeneity,

Heterosexuality and preaching hypocritical faith.

You will always find what you seek,

And a way to get there,

In the book so oblique,

And a quick evening prayer.

But somebody always will pay,

Be them atheist blind of meek.

Your Aryan race,

Blind believers of lies,

That begot difference among us all.

Now we stand in two armies,

Living and breathing together,

United by acceptance,

Bifurcated by belief,

But only one ever preaches,

To a troubling extent,

Gripping violently and ignorantly,

To the fist of deity.

The empty spaces in the sky.

Scared of control of destiny.

unconformist

To sit still in the heat of a battle,

To lay down while horse and cattle,

Ride past with blithering velocity,

Not showing a hint of curiosity,

That is true strength of mind.

Not giving in to human wishes and wants’,

Like fine wine and debutantes,

For heavy indulgence of this sort,

Will leave you under stimulated with nobody to court,

A blasé and nonchalant nature,

Will make you far greater off,

Socially, morally and mentally,

Than if you conformed to peoples worst expectations.

Blind conformist behaviour.

That is unintelligence in its rawest form.

Of which I on one to many occasions,

Have sunken to and become,

The source of all devastation,

Conflict and near hospitalisation.