ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
Bad Something
© A. J. ’Smazogz’ 06Sep05
Look at our world
Beautiful and ugly
Feel our planets vibe
Shaky and uncertain
Study the statistics
There can be no going back
Without the complete destruction
Of all we know and love
Paint a happier image
Over a canvas ragged and torn
Replace black and white with colour
Use meditation to blotch out scorn
Look at our world again
Face lifted, appealing
All the trouble hidden
Deep underground. Imprisoned
In limbo
Building in pressure
Swelling seismically
Waiting to pounce
Ruuuuurgh. Cold long shiver runs down my back
I’m not generally pessimistic
But something bad is looking to wipe us out
And that bad something isn’t our planet
It’s us!
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
Before you complain
By: Andrew Smazogz ©07Aug05
Our blue skies are draped in dullness
Our picnics on the beach occur indoors
People moan and whine thinking they’re hard done by
Unappreciative, unworthy, uncaring pieces of scum
The same sky burns around the equator and destroys
Crops fail, family members keel over weekly
Starvation, disease and heat – almost impossible to beat
For our blind, personalised resentments they suffer
Helpless wastes of limp, carbonised skin wither under predator’s eyes
Taking for granted what other have never witnessed
Getting angry as the weather forecaster predicts
People’s cold hearted emotions. Make me feel sick
‘Bloody weather. Looks like rain again.’
‘TUT. We’ll have to stay indoors.”
‘OOOWWW. I wanted to build a sandcastle and get an ice cream.’
Typical conversations, distraught at not getting their own way
Supermarkets burst with food padded areas for our children to play
Looking at me gone out. Do you blame me for what I say?
Try living in
My words may seem harsh, they apply to me as well as to you
So shut your complaining gob up
As we don’t know how easy we have it here
Imagine living in a place
Where corpses are watered as they wither by bereaving tears
Imagine dying yourself.
Starving to death whilst the Brits complain about the rain
At least we have a choice – of whether or not to board the train!
This world is a misshaped mishap housing misinterpreting miscreants
This world is a paradox of irregularity run by cash propelled windbags
Unless we change our ways - we too one day will be terminally fu**ed.
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
Beltaine’s Summerific Lure
ÓAndrew Smazogz 010503 Location of event -
Sleepless plight
Sacred Reich
Arising delight
Daily closing of night
Dragon purrs
Speech slurrs
Tea and coffee – slirps
Cloudless
Moon reaches furthest
Sunless
Up until orange radiation point
At that point the meaning is fulfilled
Food and drinks passed around ~ shared
Then from South to North, fire jumping
For those who dared
Scrap wood burning
Stories spinning in quandrical, human webs
Stood on a beach with the finest of celebs
At the starting point of where the Dragon’s beam
Leglessly treads
A moderate sized cloud dissipates
Divides into two, with horizontal winds
Its texture strewn
At six hours passed
The skies opening, with ascension of light
Adding colours, half transparent ~ of orange, red, blue and white
Hearing the dawn chorus begin, skies tending to ever more persistent flight
The Sun
That orb
A fireball shot
All those millions of miles away, getting us so hot
Its elongated, concentric path travelling west
The Sun
The orb
The dragon’s breath
Looks for fires from here to Cornwall
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
BENEATH THE STREETS
©2004 Andrew Smazogz 071004
I’ve walked these streets with both pride and malice
Sometimes it feels like I am walking through a sewer
On other occasions it seems as if I’m parading myself
Through a palace
Each side of the street is sub-dividable
Worn down by peoples weight over years
Tarmaced and formulated to conceal the uneasy underneath
Once I fell into the centre
The centre of this world
Where brains snap and blood boils
Where gravity collapses, where a furnace embroils
I’ve leant over the side of knowledge.
I leant to far then fell
Through darkness and great height
Soaring as close as I’d ever been to hell
The only reason I was not crushed completely...
I have a story to tell.
From beyond the huge depths of thought and the reflection-less mirror.
Metaphor upon Metaphor, far below the deepest Ishing Dwell
To a place where free thought and entity is cast from within
Do you know this place?
Can you relate to what I say?
If so you are
Lucky and Free
As you too got away
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
Bleed for your Greed By: Andrew Smazogz 201005
No escaping
Lawfully confined
Genocidal
Thoughts in mind
Twisted followers
Too blind to see
Too stupid to lead
There’s only one thing you’re good at
And that is bleed
Condemnation
Through your thalamus
Bullets fired
My sanity perspired
Bludgeoned corpses
Limbs and innards strewn
Taking remaining lives
As I walk through the room
A pacifist turned murderer
Out of control
A rectifier, a decimator
Of causes gone wrong
Beg for your life
Beg for concession
Beg for forgiveness
Too late for any of that now
This is an exam, not a lesson
Take heed, arms and mouths of greed
Or from my world you will be eradicated
Leaving wind to corrode your gravestone
Leaving the worms ample flesh and bone
You can rest silently now
For you have paid for your greed
If you’d of seen my way of thinking earlier
You wouldn’t of had to be robbed of your blood
But it’s too late for going back now
You already bleed for your greed
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
Written by and copyright :- Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 15/03.98 ea:
CONFUSION LINGERED ONCE IN THE SIDE OF YOUR MIND. AMONGST ALL OF
THE INSTRUCTIONS TO BE FOLLOWED DIRECTLY.
WHERE BUILDINGS EXPLODE AS CARS OVERTURN. MANIAC DRIVER, HIS
STOMACH CHURNS.
BEHIND THE WHEEL. TURBO POWER ENGAGED.
STUPIDITY AND CLUMSINESS OF OTHER DRIVERS
MAKE YOU RAGE
BURNING RUBBER IN YOUR SCREECHING, MECHANICAL CAGE
DISARMING BOMBS IN CITIES
MOWING DOWN PEDESTRIANS THAT ARE IN YOUR WAY
NOW THE CROSSHAIR MOVES. ENEMIES IN CIRCLES OF RED
THOUSANDS OF TERRORISTS ON EVERY FLOOR
A GANG OF TEN IN RED ON THE DECK
COME ON !! COME ON !! GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THE SAME ! ? ! ? !
CRASHING ALL OVER THE PLACE, OFF CLIFF TOPS
SPEEDING ALL OVER THE PARK. AVOIDING ITS
OH BOLLOCKS. I AM OUT OF FUCKING TIME
MORE THAN THE
OVERTHRASHING OF OVERSENSITIVITY
MOST HOSTAGES SHOT, CONCENTRATION GOING TO POT
HEAVILY ARMED GUARDS LOOM FROM WALLS
THE HOUNDING OF A SCOUNDREL CALLS
DIVING TOO FAR INTO BLOOD SPLATTERED INSTANCES
DAYLIGHT BREAKS.
BIRDS SING, SUN RISES, SKY TURNS BLUE.
SUN CENTRALISES
TEMPERATURE FLUCCUATING TWICE A DAY
NO ONE GETS AWAY, EXCEPT...?
SUS IT OUT WITH...
YOUR
BRAINS
ABNORMAL
MOVEMENT
DETECTION
ʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯʺψʮʮʭʬʨʯ
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