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Land of Sleeping Stories
It’s
The streets are deserted outside
People are asleep in their beds
Cats patrol the streets like
Tortoise shell police
The birds are resting in their nests
Dogs are dreaming in their baskets
Moles are probably playing on river banks
Streetlights light abandoned roads
General existence outside is slack
Yet I am here sat on my PC
Typing the conclusion of my longest story
Time for a tea and a smoke I think
Then in my state of full awake-ness I’ll sink
Back off into my imagination, my story land.
© Andrew Smazogz April 2006
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270705 LAW OF THE NECROMANCER ©A.J.Smazogz
This earth is a big, cancerous wart
With parts of it dying everyday
We have to look after our own interests
Or one day, they too will seep into disarray
A society in debt gave what little they had
The dictators pretend to be little Galahads
As flies eat the eyes of a decaying child
Held by an even more decayed parent
These images are meant to stop us in our tracks
They always do after terrorist attacks
Taking the heat off our own paranoid streets
Devices of a manipulative world of greed
What is the point in bothering to try?
At the end of the day we are all going to die
Mash up all the Ethiopians into a shepherds pie
As famine and starvation are in great supply
Dictators and fascists claim they are pure
Showing that they care by paying reporters to uphold fake views
Cleaning the blood off one street
Then pretending they’ve saved a nation
See through bullshit
The craving for hunger will never be satisfied
Execution means less go without
People with their throats cut can’t shout
Politicians are like prostitutes – putting it out
Sniffing around other peoples affairs like a pig without a snout
Suffering is part of existing – just accept the fact
We are all irrelevant offspring on a big universal twat
Floating around thinking we know everything
Free as caged birds in a magicians hat
I tell you - we are all slaves in waiting, sitting by the sides of our graves
There is no heavenly master, there is no supreme being
Throughout history we’ve thought we are our own masters of supremacy
But this is the biggest untruth of them all
We all become victim, no matter our pledge, to the necromancer’s law
ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ
W LIFE CELL EXTRAPOLATION
R
I I am a cell
T Just a single cell
T Covered in packaging
E Pliable and thin
N
I am a microscope
B Delving and zooming in
Y There is more to me than I thought
: What I see in my mirror is out of focus
A I am a reflection
N A former incarnation of what once was
D In two dimensionality I exist
R Mimicking my own every move
E
W I am an actor
Acting out a role
S I am rich minded
M Yet I am on the dole
A
I I am unemployable
L I won’t be pulled into line
I am my own master
2 I am part of this race ~ so divine
0
I am a wretch
O In the face of fallen divinity
C I am a victim
T Of over-ruling burdens of authority
O
B I am Mana
E I am Gaia
R I am the flow, the ebb
You are my friends
2 My beginning and my end
0
0 I am continual
3 Looping, seamlessly joined, connected
I am a living statue
Of a person to be remembered
I am remembrance
I am what my ancestors wanted to be
I can find strength in weakness
I can give back what has been taken
I am taken
Taken into the depths of the darkest colours
Where orbs replace humans
Where life cell extrapolation exists
ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ ƐƕƖƗƚƛƟơƠƟƠơ
Loosing my Bearings
Started skateboarding when I was twelve
My cousin got one for Christmas
Together we would take it in turns
Navigating angles of pavements and kerbs
As time granted experience our confidence grew
Soon we were looking for more adventurous things to do
Originally we were only able to go around the block
But as our height grew we were granted more space from our flock
The parades and pedestrians areas of our immediate surroundings
Gave us an almost limitless expanse in which to pretend and play
Almost two decades have passed since then yet it all
Seems like yesterday
Thoughts of childhood flood my mind as I grind
Down the centre reservation of escalators, then along a length of bus stop seats
Around the walking I interweave and swerve
With a consortium of loud mp3's on constant blast
Rip-riding through tourists, descending flights of steps in one jump
Heightening emotional state, blood rushing - heart going thump, thump, thump
I make a mistake
Suddenly in an area difficult to navigate
Balance almost goes
Smoke flows from my toes
As I speed along like a human rocket
Twenty foot drop back down to Earth
As I wall ride with not a care in the world
Soaring like a bird with padded elbows and knees
Able to get to almost anywhere I please
Down the sides of ramps to accumulate speed
Into the final stunt : A double back-flip from a 4 wheel, no handed trapeze
I know I could easily break my neck
But I am confidence in my mastery of
This adrenalin pumping, form of disease
The danger of which is always present
Living on the edge is what makes me who I am - Where making a mistake could be fatal
In essence it’s the -- 'be all’ -- and -- 'end all' -- of me
Words © : Andrew Smazogz - During Epping Holiday 12-16th August 2006
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