it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.
time expanding and shrinking.
autopilot the miles.
travelling time sometimes it seems.
time; she weaves amongst my dreams.
had i stopped walking?
i better start jogging.
jogging in my jeans.
past keep-fitters tight-knit in teams.
jogging in my jeans and two coats.
past Tesco and A to B roads.
lungs warming, time shrinking.
trees appear and flee the scene.
they’ll play no part in my hare-brained schemes.
not too fast not too slow.
where the path parts, the grass will grow.
cars; they pass on down the road…
Cars; they pass on down the road.
‘Pon my door;
So they call themselves the law?!
What the f
uck they want me for?
Prob’ly come to steal my draw!
So the lil pig says:
“Let me in, let me in!”
Not by the hairs on my
This tail ‘tween my legs
annoys you like a dog that begs
hear the howling wolf in me
whining for a bitch on heat
can’t sit still with wandering feet
i’m a lonesome dog
she returns my lonesome call
from behind her garden wall
i can see her master’s tall
i’m a lonesome dog.
i stare at the walls i stare at my floor
my furniture and kitchen door
sometime, i screamed at the sky
asking God why do i do these things
that bring pain, the sky fell with rain
and the wind fell silent with
omens of demons that i tried to hide from myself
“roll up roll up ‘n’ gather round if you can
here he comes with another masterplan
watch him work his wonders if he will
running in rondels around the mill”
feel like a fraud.
am not what i thought.
thought i was me.
or maybe i am,
unless it’s a scam.
“are you scared of what you’ve wrote?”
i don’t wanna think, get me off this boat
i wish i had the courage of my conviction
to live my life without contradiction
i’m afraid of the man that i am
the beast inside just outta sight
during the day
during the night
half man half horse
with an invisible evil twin
that always stops me
before i begin
an oriental Ram is what i am
bounding from here to there
thinkin of the next
before finishin the last
how did i know that
that would be so hard
aint what i wanna be at all
but it is what i am
A Proffered Lamb
held up to the sky with a bleat and a cry
think I don’t know you
think I’m not real
think that you’re God
how do you feel?
whisper Me your prayers
so that no-one hears
as if people care
’bout your hopes ‘n’ fears
Allah Krishna Jahweh
just another way to say
Me Me Me
T’is My lil joke
a game of hide and seek
I think you’ll find
I’m in your mind
because I’m a cheating sneak.
i am a sheep disguised
as a wolf in sheep’s clothing
that i may walk in confidence
among those that mean me harm
this field isn’t safe anymore
the sheep are really wolves
with smiles of feigned friendship
i keep my own patch of grass