Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Standard

Man willing to die for the cause, a martyr. Monk self immolates in the Chinese embassy in Dublin, global hero, man stands up for his family in Bangkok, forgotten,  Man goes over the top certain death, hero, old man can’t face life without his deceased wife, kills himself, criminal, there are many standards of man, and while man might look like man, it’s what is stored in the mind that becomes the standard. And for ten years and more they looked on, and with glee and a sneaky smile, while the children of the world were sexualized, I wonder what is on their mind, and the standard it sets for the future. Hey man I can’t listen to this, pour me a Guinness instead.
 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Judgement Day

squandered earth, panic in the streets, calm the suns is out, everyone is free to speak, overhead the skies blue, she checks her make up, makes an eye at you, then some grey arrives, and she disappears, child is ten, looks much older than, we'll he's only trying to pretend, acting old just as the earth is, love in the pouch, screeching to get out, love and loves friends gather, put together a gift bouquet, a boy we'll call him john, two years later he's addicted to heroin, well it's the TV he calls it, turn it on he screams his head off, adults don't know what's wrong, bring to the neuro surgeon, he's got ADHD he smiles, parents wondering what it means, he shows them the manual, the glossy pharma copy that's embossed, one of these a day, and he'll be set up for life, years gather and it's all dependency, parents are older closer to the cemetery, earth cracks up and ..suddenly they are all children again, why did we addict them all to porn, what, you can't say that everyone does it, the arguments the excuses and the lawyers, not us not us not us they yell, God Most High his heart worn out, they talk the talk and that's what it is all about, spin spin the roulette table again, hoping to land on a number, anything to make the feeling dwell, children addicted to pornography, adults addicted to power, teens unsure of everything, it's time to call them in, and your excuse is..the floor opens and they disappear, forgotten never to return, that didn't last smiles God Most High, back among his own, no tears no anger pure joy, amen.

Monday, September 23, 2013

i ordered a cheese sandwich



Why we exist, how to exist, what makes us exist, is love the ultimate drug, most addictive feeling in the world, your born with it, well children know this, go to extremes to keep it, break hearts and you loose it, so spend your life with love in mind, sometimes it can become strange, love that is, you try to find a substitute to it, pornography, the mirror, alcohol, work or fixation,  love is not always clean, requires the extra yard, did that Guy die on the cross for it, from marriage to marriage, nothing seems to work, the car becomes important, your personal image is perfected, addiction is far bigger than drugs or alcohol, it’s people behaving strangely, it’s those things you’d rather not do, how do you save the love you have in a world that does not treasure it, do you worry about children, not unless you have some. The neighbor has a bigger car, don’t trust the police, immigrants eat in that restaurant you can’t afford, those sadists are all Muslims, those rantings  on the radio and TV,  the terror we get used to daily, from Kenya to Syria and everywhere else, night and day it’s easy create hatred,  the prospects for love are causing the hardship everywhere, So, what you waiting for, go and create love and watch your world improve beyond imagination, but like any wise person who plans on doing, research first, be wary of those who mislead, watch the pitfalls, see what happened to those who went ahead of you,  be cautious of those bearing gifts when you are most in need, and finally, study the lives of those who loved the most. I ordered a toasted ham and cheese half an hour ago, patience i suppose.

Friday, September 20, 2013

slow down

Alarm off, hour to prepare, she’ll be there, slippers showers, hissing five minutes,  the kitchen the storm, buttons, cups, bread, orange juice, coffee, five minutes tops, dressed ready to leave, races down the stairs,
nearly breaks her neck and falls, gets up gives herself a telling off, taxi she hops in, half an hour in the gym, before she goes in, leaving out the thirty two tweets, and the time spent checking her facebook account, we are all that important. Hi mary, she hears it sixteen times till she reaches her spot, perfect life no children yet, she has accounts on dating sites all over the net, connections to the rich and wealthy, she hopes to fish one out, her father owns a yacht, does a very light work out, she’s going  to stay young and organize life, with no experience at all, till one day she's in a hurry and crosses the road in …silence, sounds like..what's the rush!.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mood Club

Joy a warm embrace and a smile that lasts,  not hard to undertake once love resides in your heart ,
wont show it will you trying to protect it, like those nuclear reactors they are all afraid of, if it explodes
it's unpredictable deadly and dangerous, like the feelings you keep stuffed in the heart, wondering if it's safe to let go wondering how far you are prepared to go, safe haven a bunch of friends a wine bottle and a forgetful mind, calm again heart beat slows eases you toke one more time, emptiness the mind drains itself of all the issues, you have space again to get the heart moving again, afraid to stop almost, damn damn damn, just when your getting to the good part the alarm clock goes,  young simon woke once the bell went, school over, he'd have to face the evening alone again, his mother hopefully in the booze club, and not at home with her newest boyfriend, one of those types, that prey on the weak and the wounded, the world was animal everywhere he looked,....where was God he asked looking up

Friday, September 13, 2013

dope makes you dopey

Dope makes you dopey,  your thinking, so don’t

worry. Did snow white and dopey, of the seven

dwarfs fame ever smoke,. No, that was a

fairy tale make belief. Besides a good looking woman

would have no time for a dude that only reached her

navel, unless he’d lots of money. Setting on the bed

felt so comfortable too,  he couldn’t sleep, speech

he thought, speech, she likes me reading her stories in

bed and you like it too he thought, meaning himself. But

sleep, five minute power nap that’s all, his eyes

beginning to dictate, five minutes that’s all,

five harry, remember. Crumpling down on the bunch of

pillows, he hooked the loose covers over,

five minutes he promised. Should have done this sooner,

 grabbing the duvet tight around him, five minutes

five minutes, have to write it, have to write..

asleep he was free to roam around his dreams

uncontested or undisturbed. Grabbing and groping 

thoughts and revelations of every sort, he wandered and

wandered. Perhaps he was on the verge of a nervous

breakdown, at least in the asylum, that'd be considered  normal. He

shook the bed, delving, going in and out of scene

after scene, seeking answers to issues that disturbed him

when awake. Millions of darkened souls, empty,

 lots of hungry people with no money to spend, 

it was getting closer and closer every day,

food parcels he  smiled  going further into the dream, they

were all alive,  just dieting. He wondered if DHL delivered

food parcels as well as computer parts.

Evil, must first get to know it intimately, he

smiled, smiled big. A Jesus convoy arrived with a

bread van in it, did the feed the world trick,

Harry laughed, every story had to have a happy

ending. As for Noah, he was really a math professor who

couldn't count beyond two. He laughed again, turning

in the bed as he did, still in a state.

She hit him full blast across the face, shattering the

glass dream he was in. He opened one eye, then the other.

The side of his face hurt, why so, he wasn't sure. She

came into focus, the angry expression on her face was all

he saw. What time was it he thought, acting,  looking

stupid.

"you've been at it, you, jesus, can I ever trust

you!”. She wore a heavy scowl too.

He rubbed his face firmly, from the forehead

down, feeling with his fingers, the crevices and sockets,

it was still there.

"jesus I'm alive, you wouldn't believe what happened me".

She lit a cigarette and sat down beside him, rubbing his

cheek with her free hand.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she sighed.

“thanks!” he replied sitting up, sober with shock.

"twisting and turning, I thought you were on LSD

or something, what are you like, and no speech either

I suppose!”.




The peaks of perversion are never going to be reached,

don’t worry, children love adventure, your neighbor too,

god calls for massage on Friday, the ocean is your only

escape, women cry rape, men listen,  the aids industry

thrives, so does everyone around it, call the dealer, get

a packet, and fast, my nose is bleeding, so is my head,

so is your heart, everyone is dead, satisfied or do you

need to see a certificate, it’s in the manual sir,

blast!.. !. Harry rubbed his forehead, unable to cope

with the rush, his toes tingling, all the way across his

back, over his shoulders, till his head lifted off

almost, my god he thought, shuddering all over. The joint

quickly died. Stubbing it into the desk, he wondered

if he deserved the resurrection of a fresh one or what

was it that was on his mind so recently. The Palestinian

issue had been dealt with, god should have been in

politics, I hate that, god I’m getting old, we’re all

getting old, but harry was getting older quicker he felt,

as he was forgetting things, the bleddy coffee he sighed

..a bath..yahoo he screamed exhibiting a roar that would

terrorize a muslim. Yes, a baptism he thought, why not

both he laughed, thinking out loud, I’ll ban religion and

make it even more popular. You can’t have that. He began

to yawn all of a sudden, his mental state crumbling

apart. His eyes were opening closing, fluttering in

disarray. Rest, was the answer, a bath and he could have

it all, yes, warm foamy liquid, he’d relax, sleep

perhaps, no one ever drowned in a bath. Many were killed

in them though. On his feet, he wobbled over to the edge

of the tub, turning on the hot he winched slightly,

plenty of it he thought, adding some cold. It’d take five

minutes to reach drowning point, six inches deep. Damn it

he thought, just when he was getting organized, he’d

forgot the final ingredient to his afternoon caper, a

bath fellow as he called it, a slender joint, well

rolled, not hard, but robust enough to last the course,

yet loose enough to allow plenty of fresh air. If I was

Cuban I’d roll it on the thigh of a virgin and not get

arrested. The makings were on the table. The bedroom

would be warmer. You can do this he fumed, slapping

himself across the face, shit that hurt he thought, sober

a few moments, his mental determination as acute as a

hard on in a nudist colony. Harry was awake mentally.

He slapped himself hard again, it hurt even more, but it

Shook him even more.
aharry

Jesus, what’s going, every where he looked, a window was

open. He couldn’t decide, the best place to make the bath

joint. Going into the bedroom, he sat down on the side of

the bed, his head in his arms, head going down and down.

Will I or won’t I he thought, roll that joint.

"jesus christ" he yelled. He raced into the bathroom. His

heart thumping furiously. The bath water was half full,

the ship hadn’t sunk, and there was plenty of hot water

left. Shock woke him further. Five minutes later, he was

all calm again, lying in it, a smoking joint in one

hand,  a glass of water in the other, Balance he thought,

perfect balance, like the perfect woman, just be he

smiled.

Each sip of water was followed with a suck, till

all there was left was a butt. Flicking it accurately

into the toilet bowl he began to play with himself. His

manhood though, looked a wet shriveled mesh of hair and

flesh, there was no response. He twiddled with the water

instead, palming it playfully over his chest. He then

began immersing his head in and out of the water as

playfully as a dolphin. Fish he sighed, wondering what it

was like to be a fish these days, very disappointing. To

have your home turned into an international sewage

treatment plant, it’s happening locally, smell the air he

thought sucking it in, the open windows allowing for

endless waves of fuel injected air to enter his space,

lovely he thought, the sweet whiff of chemicals blended

with monoxides, good. But did it matter he wondered, the

water silent, harry still. It mattered to the him that

moment, water quality, getting worse everywhere, full of

shit. But they have tablets for that too he yawned. He

sat up all of a sudden, water cascading down his body,

least your not a fish otherwise, otherwise he smiled

thinking quietly, getting serious with himself. As ever

the phone intervened, like it was trying to disturb him.

Damn it, I'll let it go, they'll call back, everyone is

lonely, The phone kept on ringing though, annoying him

for a good two minutes. It was time to begin a personal

manicure. Two minutes and six dunks later his hair was

washed, and clean of all traces of sud. His hairdresser

recommended conditioner to him the last time he got his

hair trimmed. Now he had a predicament. Feel like a

woman, the bob Dylan song entered his head all of a

sudden. Not that he felt he needed to feel a woman, he’d

have felt the first one available anyway, but he felt

like a woman all the same.

He didn’t have that album in his collection he recalled,

he’d buy it for himself for christmas he promised once he

sorted out the problem starring him in the face,

shopping, choosing was shopping, if not shocking

sometimes. The array of bottles to the side of the bath,

she couldn’t need them all he thought, maybe she mixes

them he sighed shaking his head at the chemical

concoctions, all in very colorful bottles, herbal, ying

yang, normal, everyday use, coloured, must be for black

people, all conditioners, he read the labels, dry hair,

normal, greasy and super greasy to choose from. She must

have had lots of men friends, all bathers too. He

pondered the choices. Just like a woman, he knew what bob

meant now!.

His hair, obviously wasn’t dry, so that was out. Which

one did lainey recommend, but her hair had been dyed so

often he thought, she was a natural what. For a second

he was normal, just his hair. Squirting a creamy blob

into his hand, he began to massage it into his head.

Telesales agents, should be banned he howled, once he

heard the phone come alive, again. Not now he screamed,

I’m not doing interviews. For a moment he thought it

might be her. It stopped then rang again. Down and up,

his head was immersed in the water for a nanosecond.

Leaving a watery trail in his wake, he reached the phone

just as the caller gave up. They'll ring back he sighed

with a shrug of the shoulders, always do. Out of the

bath, there was no point getting back in, condition or

not. Drying himself off, that was a bath he thought, as

if he’d never had one before.


“I bet he’s gone for a walk, he walks then writes, it’s

an inspiration thing!” she told herself. She’d have to

surprise him at home instead, they’d given her a raise

plus a promotion, just as harry said they would. She

wanted to thank him. Holding the phone in her hand,

she pondered. Was he worth it she thought, of course she

assured herself, smacking the phone down. Decision made,

she was going home early, to the man waiting for her!.

*********************************************************

Dope makes you dopey he thought. Your thinking, so don’t

worry. He wondered if snow white and dopey, of the seven

dwarfs fame ever smoked. No, he Concluded, that was a

fairy tale, make belief. Besides a good looking woman

would have no time for a dude that only reached her

navel, unless he’d lots of money. Seated on the bed,

felt so comfortable too, but he couldn’t sleep, speech

he thought, speech, she likes me reading her stories in

bed and you like it too he thought, meaning himself. But

sleep, five minute power nap that’s all, his eyes

beginning to dictate to him, five minutes that’s all,

five harry, remember. Crumpling down on the bunch of

pillows, he hooked the loose covers over himself,

five minutes he promised. Should have done this sooner he

sighed, grabbing the duvet tight around him, five minutes

five minutes, have to write it, have to write he thought.

Fully asleep he was free to roam around his dreams

uncontested or disturbed. Grabbing and groping with

thoughts and revelations of every sort, he wandered and

wandered. Perhaps he was always on the verge of a nervous

breakdown. In the asylum, they’d consider that normal. He

shook in the bed, delving, going in and out of scene

after scene, seeking answers to issues that disturbed him

when awake. Millions of darkened bellies, all empty,

what an advertising nightmare for a food company, lots of

hungry people with no money to spend. Food parcels, He

smiled to himself, going further into his dream, they

were all alive, they were just dieting. They could always

ring the yellow pages and get a pizza home delivery. He

wondered if DHL delivered food apart from computer parts.

He muttered words, twisted in the bed. A towel that was

wrapped around his damp head, was now strewn on the

ground. Evil, must first get to know it intimately, he

smiled, smiled big. A Jesus truck had arrived with a

bread van inside it, did the feed the world trick,

without the need for personal appearance money.

Harry laughed, every story had to have a happy

ending. As for Noah, he was really a math professor who

couldn't count beyond two. Harry laughed again, turning

in the bed as he did, still in a state.


She hit him full blast across the face, shattering the

glass dream he was in. He opened one eye, then the other.

The side of his face hurt, why so, he wasn't sure. She

came into focus, the angry expression on her face was all

he saw. What time was it he thought, acting and looking

stupid.

"you've been at it, you, jesus, can I ever trust

you!”. She wore a heavy scowl too.

Harry rubbed his face very firmly, from the forehead

down, feeling with his fingers, the crevices and sockets,

it was still there.

"jesus I'm alive, you wouldn't believe what happened me".

She lit a cigarette and sat down beside him, rubbing his

cheek with her free hand.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she sighed.

“thanks!” he replied sitting up, sober with shock.

"twisting and turning, I thought you were on LSD

or something, what are you like, and no speech either

I suppose!”.

She passed him her cigarette, he tried his best to

explain. I was just bathing in future dreams he sighed.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The Poets Progress

pompous poet searches for the perfect words, they don't sound smart enough, he's been working on it all morning, it's time to hurry it up, riddles words cliches apparently clever sounding, hoping to impress all those around him, if they understand him he worries he'll be dull, if they don't understand a word they'll think it a thrill.
i know this crowd the sound of an ovation, they delight in any explanation given they consider it skill, all the time he's just playing with words teasing them it's his will, poet laureate nothing else he confides as they gather round and listen, he's hardly understood his own words written but they keep clapping.
days later he drives his car over the cliff he'll be remembered for ever, he smiles as the vehicle flies down and down, he wont feel a thing when it smashes to the ground, he is not worried about the after life or where it will take him, he's immortalized himself and thinks it will be heaven as a new audience awaits him, not that he understands a thing.

Monday, September 9, 2013

the controlling sowers

bully me push me trouble me harass me do what you like you will never control me, poor under resourced hungry weak the vultures circle the planners make you weep, marry me want me do you love me hear me see me i'm on TV too,  shove tumble stumble alarm me did you see what she said to me so he hit her you see, calm peace time to think seek the truth rest nourish and control, vultures circle their own type now easier pickens just like New Orleans before, power of love stops thrashes pushes back and eventually destroys the greedy and controlling sowers, and it's coming to a theatre near you just watch the skies this fall, amen.

imbalance

imbalance, how long do you think it can go on, the poor do so much be it worry work or hurry, the wealthy who do so little bar a few, evidenced environmentally socially economically morally, the real state of play the collapse of government banks institutions globally, the very groups run by the wealthy few, there are only so many charity events you can attend in a season, , it might help you think they are doing something, when in fact they do nothing at all, this imbalance created was meant to unbalance me and you. you have read this in the papers so this is not something new, but it's there in black and white imbalance everywhere, it's as if we are working class slaves not unlike those chained up long ago, so what is imbalance what can you do. imbalance, even God Most High gave us the benefit of free will, seeing if we'd come up with something good, but imbalance is a fund manager or broker who pays themselves astronomic sums cause they control the fund, the person in the relationship who spies on the others just to have edge, the greedy child who is brought up to think money is all there is, imbalance is lots of things like stripping the earth of clean water and wondering about it after when it's too late. take all the imbalances together, our over reactive natures how we are lead and the half truths we tell, it puts everything we do out of sync very quickly and soon we are living in chaos, then we become part of the human stew, where nothing is real and the truth is never spoken, causing calamity blame games you name it even health issues, isn't that what mental health is balance, well what is the health of the world, but the mental well being of the human being, and from every angle you look at it, it's out of control, leaving control of our lives in the hands of others, surely you don't want to be a slave, well that is where this unbalanced world is being lead, try riding an unbalanced horse and see where it leads you, do you think the world is any different, when unbalanced.

Friday, September 6, 2013

crisis, where is the valium

late summer or early summer. get the picture, not really, your pretending as always, chemical pollen everywhere, gets  you, those TV images, pure ugly, you continue drinking smart coffee, geeky looks nothing you can do, TV is all about Syria, a year before all about Syria, in the meantime 100,000 wiped out, the plight of those in danger never ending, world leaders leading nothing in fact, just spin doctors and TV shows,
the same people who unsuccessfully solve everything,  solve the problem of the Syrian crisis. There wasn't enough to go around, like asking a death row inmate how he felt, did he feel anything after been given the injection, what would he recommend. How was it for you, good I hope. Have a nice day, and a thousand other stupid slogans. Maybe learning how to focus on anything but sex might help us all, thinking a thousand miles an hour in an old fashioned jet, can you see the media interest once death is mentioned, can i see, another over there, there, so much of it, you don't even notice no more. Don't think this story has a Hollywood ending, not until they change the direction of the ship, and jettison the crew...ah harry cheer up...

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Propaganda is an ice cream you can't say no to!

more to the light than you think, can disable some instantly, reduce others to tears, put a smile on your face,  thought is strong sometimes weak, we choose we think we act, thought can change the world, thought you were into me, thought brought the world to it’s knees, thought i could get away with it, thought there were no consequences, thought the world was going to hell, thought I’d change it then, thought I’d say a prayer, thought gathers momentum, thought can be good, thought makes people march, thought you were okay, thought the world was made for me, thought about it all day, thought, not just a thought, but the first step to a better you, thought the time to revolt, thought has changed so much,  thought you’d past your best, thoughts they sell to you and me, thought can be a friend, thought broke many hearts, thought allows you a new start, next time you have one of those thoughts, think is it good or bad, for all thoughts can rise and fall, bring you up or down, the world along with it, and why are thoughts so important, morning opens thoughts for a bright new day, thought about what has to be done, ever think about the people you’ll meet along the way, probably not, I don’t mean those you arrange to see, I don’t mean the places you’ll visit either, I’m thinking about those trapped in their thoughts, most accurately, those caught in thoughts that don’t go away. once we  realise that it's just a thought, you can change it any given day. Problem is, so many thoughts are bad, the weight of oppression overcomes, same way they torture people, they torture nations with propaganda instead, just a thought.