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G o t h i c P r e a c h e r
Words by & © : Andrew Smail 031104
Religious parents, religious Grandparents
A life time of Sundays in Church
Non compliance an incomprehensible sin
Forced to watch Songs of Praise
Horizon followed
Fuelling a raw & savage portrayal of the world
It was prayers after that, then bed
Upstairs into that converted attic
Filled with books of biblical references with wall hung crosses strewn
With pictures of the Lord & the Virgin Mary
With every psalmic, vinyl tune
But at the age of seventeen the Demon Rum tainted his spirit
Were all those memorised extracts ever appreciated?
Were all those visits to
Was any consideration granted to a minor’s idea of enjoyment?
Were the rules and regulations of the cloth all to be smashed - purposely?
The disobedience took a toll until Heavenly Father himself snapped
A path of complete defiance forms, a return to grace can never be gapped
What ever possessed this now adult to keep his parents
Up in the attic, suspended from the ceiling wearing metal masks
Fed food and goat blood via a drip. Bibles and crosses burn and melt before their eyes
Forced to watch horror movies all day Sunday instead
The Gothic Preacher now lives in a cell
Given two life sentences when two bind and burnt corpses are found
Mystified. Purified. Quietened. Unshaven. Speechless.
Caged. Criminally insane. Psychiatrists can’t locate what was to blame
After a nurse is strangled unexpectedly the guns on death row take aim
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Gas Mark
9 0 0 0
Look forward - through your hourglass of doomed evolution
Step sideward – into another… country’s demise
Continue regardless – headlong – pretending to be unscathed
Paid a pittance of a life – paths of remembrance left unpaved
Skilled workers plummet like a… falling comet
Human driven drilling inhales a sigh…
of dormant relief
Empty shells – torched when mutant chemicals were unleashed
To the next race to evolve this fragmented world I bequeath
Rotting legacy, cast in burial ash and carbonised sand
A lesson taught by another’s blind, angered ignorance
Grilled us all in a
‘Gas Mark 9000’ explosion
Knocked unconscious by a villainous pair of hands
Forgotten, powerless, clinically dead - unable to sense or move
Earth spins out of control - into an ever deepening groove
©03112005 A.J.SMAZOGZ
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Ge Ne Us
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Life breathes using lungs smaller than we can see
And has been here for longer than any of us
Back to a time when only comets flew
Intelligent life evolved quickly, apparently, in a single stride of the universe
As soon as the conditions became supportive
Individual formations gained a strange advantage and
Were able to free themselves from their ancestral restraints
Absorbing the code of evolution and passing it through genes
Through endurance of tough conditions multiplicity became the need
What remains of that legacy is what we all are today
…and that is one of the most influentially minded creatures on earth
Or so our intelligence tells us, until a point - as to when intelligence questions itself.
Only with the questioning of our own essence is a truer ability seen
Through our eyes the truth of the matter is that, “what makes us is unseen.”
It is too small to be seen. It is scarcely witnessed anymore as it has grown.
The ethereal answer is a fragmented clue living inside us
Speaking to us in a language that by some is unheard or misinterpreted
As words do not come into conversations between particles !
Laws of physics regulate processes in their algebraic, algorithmic wisdom
Granting us the freedom and prosperity which lovingly encompasses us all
Andrew Smazogz 14th Mar 2005
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GLAD YOU’RE NOT HERE
©Andrew Smazogz 210303
Letting my mind go
Wish it would
It never does, it never does
Not enough water to swim in
Not enough water to drown in
Nothing new worth saying
Dream fucker
Nightmare fucker
Take me off this quest
Continuation pointless
I Know I’ve not passed the test
Fish tank brain
Fish tank world
Fishtank smashed
Life spills
Then is absorbed by the sun
My head in my heart
My heart in my head
What is this agony of mind
That wants me dead?
I don’t know
I really don’t
All I do know is...
Glad you’re not here
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GOOD MORNING, I’M OFF BACK TO BED
© A.J.Smazogz 12Oct05
Woke up satisfied after a good nights sleep
Laid in bed – pupils adjusting, slowly coming round
Rays of sullen sunlight enter between gaps in my curtains
Shouts from children and grandparents ignite the silence outside
Stiletto’s clip clop past, engine sounds roar by
Every so often
I think about and mentally concoct plans for my day ahead
Then, reluctantly, I start thinking about my debts and bills
I think about sitting in front of my computer all day (again)
In hope of solving financial database quandaries
That only a hand full of people will ever look at!
Cursing my predicament, knowing my energies could be better applied elsewhere
Furious at the time I’ve spent solving and dwelling
All of the time my blood pressure swelling
Lost in swarms of unsolvable problems
I’ve only been awaken five minutes and already I want to……………………………..get away
From my mind state, otherwise fine, with the exception of…
…all the ‘Usual Suspects’ getting in the way
Namely the mortgage, council, water, gas and electric companies
All wanting to put demanding ‘figures bearing figures’ of prosecution in my way
Becoming like the news on the telly – constant, repetitive, depressing, overly concentrated and
Rammed down throats every minute of every day
Over and over and over again like stuck record players- foretelling
What we all already know and fear
I’m flabbergasted to the point of obsession by this world’s expectations
Pissed off beyond my back teeth by this world’s running force
I could create a better community
Without STEALING local bodies monies
But NO. I got very little chance of that
My second option – a shovel and a baseball bat
Brain them, bury them
Is what I’d like to do
I tried talking to them
To the ones who think I owe them something
When in actuality they’ve done FUCK ALL for me, except moan and complain
I may as well be talking with the dead –silent evasive recourse answering my recursions
Oh yes, there are more police on the street to protect us from the fiends they originally put there
Yes, there are wheelie bins & cut public lawns so people get a false impression of good intention
But I’m in all day working so why the fuck should I care. All I get is the cleaning bill !
I get out of bed feeling sullen like the sunlight feeling cheated like so many others I imagine
I Go downstairs. Think some more. Get a grip (finally). Then ‘get on with it’ the best I can.
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GORMING OUT
GORMING OUT
LIKE SOME SORT OF CUNT
LOST IN REASONING
SORTING CRAP OUT
DO I REALLY CARE
CAN I BE BOTHERED TO SEE
AM I TOO MUCH OF A FUCK WITT
IT’S WHAT I FEEL LIKE
HALF DRAFTED INFORMATION
STUPID FUCKING TASKS
NOT PREPARED TO SIT HERE THINKING ABOUT IT
WASTE OF MY FUCKING TIME
GOT TO DO IT
BLAH - BLAH - BLAH
MORE CRAP THROWN MY WAY
UNABLE TO CONCENTRATE
MIND THROWN INTO DISARRAY
WOULD GO AND PLAY A GAME
BUT I WILL FAIL MY EXAMS
LIKE I GIVE A SHIT ANYWAY
LIKE I GIVE A SHIT WHAT PEOPLE THINK
SO WHAT’LL I DO
SUCCUMB TO TIRESOME STRESS SOME MORE
SIT IT HERE WANDERING POINTLESSLY
ENDURING IT LIKE A MOLLUSC IN AN ARMCHAIR
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(The Methodical) Greek Pie Shagger
Left is opposite to right
Up lies at the feet of down
We arise in the morning, have a shower
Work all day, then at night unwind
In our Paisley pyjamas or Dressing gowns
Oh yes, how very normal this routine seems
Am I expected to perform in this way
‘til the day I am pale and grey?
Well – I apologise to society and
Say sorry to the government
But I’m not giving you all my life
Hell would have to freeze first
Orthodoxical, never paradoxical
A shunner to the gunner
This bland perspective, view
Until the eve of my fond undoings what’ll I do?
Hmm!
Dunno?
I could create my own language
Never speaking or writing another word of English again
I have sworn an oath to my heavens, and the water instead
Words by: Andros’Py-R-squared- Smazogicuz ©July 2004
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