f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫ f̡̢̧̨̠̣̤̥̦̩̪̫̬̫̭̮

PWM and TPM

Me old mate Jase

I wish he was here

Sharing with me - what I consider the highest privilege:- Which is “What we enjoy and connect to - most of all”

Computers, creativity, flashing colours and sound - ~ - Painting, drawing, making comedy of topics - - - unfound.

Getting wrecked.

Exploring our consciousnesses limits.

Sharing a similar vibe.

Masters in our own rights

Composers of unwritten masterpieces

Authors of quarter complete stories

Best mates.

For hours in mutual trance

Indulging in prolific harmony

With our friends over the bridge

Shared the evening with them

Shared the morning between ourselves, an Amiga 1200, DPaint and Octamed IV.

Still wide awake. Sleep counteracted.

Pushing ourselves forward the best way we knew

Saying good night again. Dreaming through the days

High life living bandits. One turns for the knife

Unknowingly paying a price - a toll – creating unsolvable gesticulations within the mind

Our friendship close but also a billion miles away

Unhappiness spoken of - takes the sufferer to a hatefulness of oneself

Self inflicting wounds. Bathroom floor red.

Like a scene out of Psycho, running through my head - ~ - When I was told what I was told to this day its recalling ~-~ as clearly kept

Wish what happened never had. Wish our conversation didn’t have to end there.

Wish I didn’t have to wish for anything.

One of a few things that cannot be wished for.

Personal decisions moulded this mindscape.

Without wanting to rhyme. I desperately escape

With a motif, a motto and a flippant reproach

From the horizons toward me I want you to approach

…But know you never will…

PAIN DWELLER

©Andrew Smazogz 200303

My mind boils

My veins evaporate

Such a mellow being

Curdled in amongst such hate

My temper tantrum deafens

My respect for life lessens

Eurgh – I can’t see straight

A-N-Y-M-O-R-E

The uniformed repossession man

Waits unpatiently at my door

The chain – unchained

The mechanism unlocks

Into my house – the destructor walks

Polite in appearance

Light warmth to the touch

But tongue daggers soon start flying

As I owe them too much

My head starts twitching

I’m speaking

But I’m not sure if they’re listening

Headache of pain, torrent of disease

Thinking of the money I didn’t pay them

...and instead spend on skunk and ease

Up bubs, up nightclubs, up – up all night

Long – dancing – tripping – into the hardcore song

Proposal, proposal, accept my proposal

Make my world a mellower place

P A R a N N O Y A N C E

W h e n p a r a n o i a g o e s b e y o n d t h e p o i n t o f a n n o y a n c e

Social bunny, jumping around, basket full of eggs

Nothing weighing you down

As free as a bird, as high as a kite filled with

Passion and an inkling of spite

Off you go on your voyages again –

Suspended in rhythmic delight

I watch the crowds watch – you dance the tango of E.S.P.

The beat quickens, trance state approaches

Light looses the battle against night

Flashing strobes rapidly flicker from black to white

Only the top of your head is in sight

Remembering when I stared out of my window -

Rooted to a spot. Two thirty in the morning. Has she forgot?

Pacing the carpeted floor boards

Should I go out and find you or not?

Shouts from the distance, recognised tone.

For the second time ….

Ripped tights, foreign stares inflicting fights –

Drunken dances become obscene?

Climbing obscurely placed walls –

to see the beach or the river - the RIVER ?

Images of finger shredding perversion fill my mind

Am I too trusting? Or simply blind? Or overly paranoid?

What ever the reason I feel at a loss in my own mind!

Up the back of my spine I sense a cold shiver

My mind broadcasts my own…

…Paranoia and insecurities back to me

I don’t like what I see. I dismiss it. But should I?

Maybe there is truth in my paranoia – my ultimate destroyer

My built in mechanism of diffusion –

My emotion shredder

My wilful beast of mistrusting sexual lust – my decision regretter

My constant obsession – for worse or better?

Parasite Killer

When you go somewhere you wish you had never visited

When you see someone that you have wished deathly curses on

When you remember the pain and shit that person caused you

What do you want to do?

Walk away, instantly forgetting

Walk into, firmly pushing

Walking up behind, kicking

What ever you do the result is the same

The parasite sucking scum fucks sucking away

They deserve to be hung, drawn and quartered

Fucked up the rectums with unwashed butchers knives

They are disease ridden anyway

Now the multiplication of illness rapidly expands

Watching them as they cower

Fuck you – they were your words to me

Now it is your turn to be fucked

Internally muddled up

Before your decrepit life decays into the night

You look at me expressing a look of why

Not even the gumption to know what you done

Brainless fuck

My electric drill skewers into your eyes

I take your sight, as you damaged mine

Me the one who laughs loudest

You mess with me you enter the afterlife

The way it has always been

Then the calls from this life to the next

Shutting your dying cries up by severing

You head from your neck

I imitate the breaststroke in your blood pool

Before mixing in petrol, incineration begins

Garage floor whooshes in a flood of inflamed fumes

The stench of your foul carcass exits in smoke form from the room

Out into the night, out into the nothing, out to where you no longer exist

Parasitic Senses Eraser

Words by : Andrew’ Smazogz’ 17-27/10/04

Prophecies deeply buried. Underground a thousand feet.

Chambers of cast figurines. Spellbinding to the glance.

Timeless to the touch.

Mile upon mile of cavern. Stretching like a hollow Octopus.

Under land and sea.

Dangerous, unlit domain. Ancient & unknown in History’s Keep.

The air smells stale. Unbreathed for centuries.

Fallen archways block unexplored passageways.

Crevices and fissures branch off. Into blackened depths.

Morbid groans loom from the darkness.

Polluting air prevails. Toxic molecules enter the blood system.

Bodies fall. Quickly immobilised.

Archaeologists of many nations reassemble outside.

Head count reveals half the group is missing.

A monster has been awoken with this intrusion. Drilling, explosions.

A rupture in the mountainous concealment of time.

High pressure release. Faces bubble away like yeast.

There has been no name given to this now free beast.

Possible referred once to as ‘Famine.’ Starvation of oxygen.

Rips invisibly through the fabrical presence of our air.

No one at the site is left alive.

A foolish mans endeavour.

Static replies to the voice at the other end of the phone.

Curiosity has been invaded by privacy

Reports of plague ridden victims soon flood in

Cureless, fatal, human occupation becomes thin.

P E A C E

Animals side by side

Fruit on trees a plenty

Crops and herbs abundantly

Growing wild

Whistles of happiness

Lightly sung melodies

All species

Sharing warmth and friendship

Under sun and moon

No malice

Or any forms of delegation

Space for all

So no need for

S E P A R A T I O N

People doing what they’re good at

Giving their services without fee

You scratch my back

I’ll scratch yours

A more evolved way of living

Wouldn’t you agree?

PEOPLE 031105

People are controlled and manipulated

People like to feel comfortable and safe

People will happily pay out their life savings

If there is any threat to them of becoming a waif

People care about each other so much it hurts

People sell policies against unfair treatment

People will do anything for each other

If the profit margin is right

People are nominal fragments of a cluster

People can be frightened and lied to

People can’t see through the provocations

Spread by corrupt viewpoints of money hungry fiends

People are my gullible friends

People think they help whilst sharing

P e r c e p t i o n o f L i f e

Some of the time I find it hard to believe what I perceive

....and some of the time I find it hard to perceive, whatever it is that I believe!

To live a life time under this sun and moon, usually until the end of forever

Until, with or without pace, from this blue & green iced bun, it’s time to leave

This spider web, inter-reacting realm of densely over laden shrubs & trees

The trickling rivers of the world, to the trickling river veins of my brain - tease

From life - To a burial chamber in the ground

From life - To ash, or into the churning sea

From life - Fossils in the first stages of forming

Fossils - Remnants of you - remnants of me

Our pin prick pupil eyes - seeing

Our stretchable skin covering - ageing

Our rubber soul feet - treading

Our pliable, undeniable minds - with nature has already had a wedding

Mouth, communicator, spectre of my words - left speechless

Alphabet's put aside from all nations, as no words - can truly define

The world we see - all part of the same mathematical formula - called life

In which we are all, together bind

Portraits and landscapes - ancient mysteries and recently unearthed myths

Questions of worldly proportion - addressed, with likeminded colleagues

Over cups of tea & biscuits, or over glasses of chilled ale & weed spliffs

From the concoctions of voidiferous spasmodic thought patterns

I wait for an answer to be unleashed, taste for knowledge yearns

In amongst the mollecular orgy of the blood pumping around my body

This thing that I am temperature-lessly burns

Exploring, sometimes maybe ignoring

Searching, even when I am snoring

Chartering, unlit depths, from night 'til morning

A boat out to sea, looking for an island's pier for a night's mooring

Like a mouse wanting the piece of cheese on top of the table

Like the oscillating reaches of the tides, at the cliff sides gnawing

Like the tick tock of the Grand Father clock, continuing regardless

Like the Magical Mystery Tour bus, that is always touring

PERISH IN SELF IGNITED FLAMES

MY MIND RUNS LIKE SLUDGE MELTING IN A WRAPPER

I FEEL LIKE A FINGER OF FUDGE FORMING A COCOA POOL

MY GOALS DON’T SEEM TO MATTER AS MUCH ANYMORE

I, LIKE MANY OTHERS HAVE HARDENED AT THE END OF MY TETHER

CONCENTRATING ON WHAT I ENJOY IN LIFE IS NO LONGER POSSIBLE

FOR MASSIVE MECHANICAL WAR HORSES & RANTING MILITARY FORCES

MARCH OVER LAND IN A NOW FABLED INTERPRETATION OF MY WORLD

TANKS AND APC’s BRIMMING WITH ARMOUR CLAD GUARDS

INHIBIT OUR DARKEST MOST SACRED RIGHTS & TARNISH OUR PLIGHTS

I’VE FALLEN VICTIM AT LAST, ALAS! I TOOK A WHILE TO CRACK

BUT I’ M FED UP & TIRED NOW. I’VE FOUGHT & BEEN ANGRY ENOUGH

- - - ONCE I WAS MERCILESS AND STOOD TALL, DEFENDED MY BELIEF

BUT MY ARMS AND HANDS HAVE BECOME INEFFECTIVE

AGAINST ARMIES IN THE SKIES AND METAL SHELLS HOUSING CHEMICALS

I’VE HAD MY FILL OF OTHER PEOPLE’S HATRED

NOW I JUST WANT TO BE AT PEACE

WITH MYSELF…& THE REST OF THE WORLD! IF THEY ARE INTERESTED

A NOTION THAT SEEMS SO PERMEABLE IN OUR CURRENT SITUATION

WITH DISRUPTION AFTER DISRUPTION. BUS BOMBS, PLANE BOMBS NIGHTCLUB BOMBS - SUICIDAL ATTACK AFTER SUICIDAL ATTACK

SUICIDAL ATTACK AFTER SUICIDAL ATTACK. SUICIDAL ATTACK AFTER

SUICIDAL ATTACK. SUICIDAL ATTACK AFTER SUICIDAL ATTACK. ETC!

SO MANY LIVES RUINED FOREVER – AND FOR WHAT?

THE FATE OF PEOPLE I DON’T KNOW WEIGHTS HEAVILY

ON MY SHOULDERS - - - THEIR FULMINATED SORROW RAW

FLASH IN THE PAN LIVES ENDED PREMATURELY & ABRUPTLY, THEN BROADCAST ON CHANNELS THAT NEVER REST

BRIBED, CORRUPT CORPORATIONS, WITH SPIN DOCTOR AS GUESTS

A SENTENCE. A PROMISE. A LEGISLATIVE SHEET

A USELESS PRESENCE ONLY ADDING TO THE GRIEF

NO ONE TO BLAME AS WE’RE ALL AT FAULT IN A WAY I SUPPOSE?

FOR LETTING THIS MERCANTILISM PAYOFF SATISFY OUR NEEDS

ALL THE TAXES AND TOLLS WE PAY GO INTO THE FUND OF TERRORIST BUREAUCRACY WE CALL GOVERNMENT - WHICH IS JUST A BUNCH OF PEOPLE CRAVING MORE MONEY AND MORE POWER

WHO ARE HALF THE SOURCE OF TRUE BLAME! - - - RULE TWISTING EGOCENTRICALLY RAISED YOBS ALL OF THEM.

MAY THEY PERISH IN THEIR SELF IGNITED FLAMES.

D E S T R U C T I O N - OF A PERISHABLE DREAM (see image below)

A LOVE POEM FOR MY VALENTINE (FizzyWig)-2004 :-

Your wisdom,

Your interpretation of your own inner kingdom.

Your dimply, cheeks always smiling,

Your eyes glinting brightly as we finish off the tiling.

Fiona – my lover.

Fiona – my Valentine for the second time.

Fiona – take my hand and continue this closeness with me.

Your walk,

Your stature,

Your status,

Your ability to inflate the populous.

Fiona – my partner,

Fiona – my dream sharer,

Fiona – my duvet all rolled around you.

Fiona – I’m shivering here.

But I don’t care... Fiona.

As long as I have you.

You, you, you,

Yes, back to you.

This is a valentine poem,

It is supposed to only be about you !

Fiona, Fiona. Yes I know your name,

Fiona, Fiona. Being your other half is a tremendous gain,

Fiona, Fiona. Heck, I had may as well say it again...

Fiona.

I see deep elements of me whenever I look at you

Fiona. Fiona.

To you I shall always be true

True because :-

I LOVE YOU LOADS

Fiona. Fiona.

Your warmth compliments mine

Fiona. Fiona.

You make me want to write line after line

Fiona. Fiona.

Always be mine

Fiona. Fiona.

Predictable Predicament

People are controlled and manipulated

People like to feel comfortable and safe

People will happily pay out their life savings

If there is any threat to them of becoming a waif

People care about each other so much it hurts

People sell policies against unfair treatment

People will do anything for each other

If the profit margin is right

People are nominal fragments of a cluster

People can be frightened and lied to

People can’t see through the provocations

Spread by corrupt viewpoints of money hungry fiends

People are my gullible friends

People think they help whilst sharing

PRESIDENT PIKE AND HIS HUNGRY RADIOACTIVE AMPHIBIAN FRIENDS

In a world under ours, under water hotels

Bubble domes, water surrounded spinning tops

Oxygen pumps through see through tubes

Air packs being filled by sealions dressed as divers

Mole workers burrow in search of minerals for food

Swordfish carry out quality control procedures under a volcano

Imprints in control desks operatable by the correct sized fins

As vision continues right, until the open-ness of the ocean continues

The mountain spewing lava into water leaves view, a large glass dome soars

Up into the heights of the sea, I stand on the bottom looking up

A flashing antenna on the dome’s centre, bleep control to the outer world

The lands of Earth are miles above this place

Starfish and shells on an authentic country house’s mantelpiece

Taken from the upper land, a domain never trodden by most dwellers of here

Walking into the dome, a huge T.V. screen emanates images of the sun

“This is one of the 7 sun lounges”, “I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?”

A quadropus with a human head blows a bubble pipe, water around his head

He spoke squidgily, almost in liquid form, expressing admiration to Ra

His religious beliefs astound me as he somersaults into the library

A suction cup print acts as identification, a whole world of new knowing unfolds

I’m enrolled fully in the libraries content until my alarm goes

Call of duty, book under my arm about famous underwater temples

Into the elevator, grafted into the centre of a huge mammal’s spine

President Pike introduces himself as the doors open, in ample time

On marble tables, shiny and blue

President Pike’s radioactive fleet

Glow aluminous green

For them food I bring

SPANNING OUT INTO UNFATHOMED AREAS OF SO FAR NAMELESS GALAXIES

THROUGH RADAR EQUIPMENT OUR VOCAL SOUND WAVES FORM

BOUNCING, ATTAINING SPEED FROM PLASMA ACTIVATED NEUTRONS

RANDOMISED MESSAGES IN LINGUISTIC CONTENT

ECHO AROUND THE CURVES OF COMETS PATHS, HIGH IN FLIGHT

OVER TERRAINS OF BLUE GRASS AND YELLOW SKIES

AND AMONG CLOUDY VAPOUR ICE, LOOKING SOLID FROM AFAR

IN SEARCH OF A RESPONSE FROM WITHIN THE WHITE DOTS IN THE BLACK SKY

DROPPING OFF BEACONS AS THE PULSE FROM THE PREVIOUS ONE FADES

RELAYING IN BLEEPS OF ZERO / ONE CODE, FINDING THEIR WAYS BACK TO EARTH

LIKE THE CROSSING WORDS, ANSWERS TO CROSSWORDS

SIMILARITIES IN CONNECTIONS TO BE MADE

STAIRWAYS INTO THE HEAVENS TO BE PAVED

THE DATA ANALYSERS PLOT AND MAP

COLLATING A JIGSAW WITH ZILLIONS OF BITS

MADE EASIER, PIECE BY PIECE CO-ORDINATES

THE M.I.P.S. MIP AWAY IN AN ELECTRONIC VOID OF THEIR OWN

LINE OF SPEECH SCROLLING INTO THE SUBSTANCE SUSPENDING

HOW CAN THIS BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT DESTINY?

WILL WE BE ABLE TO SEE WHAT WE DISCOVER?

WILL OUR CONCEPTIONS BE COMPATIBLE WITH EACH OTHER?

IT’S ALL A MYSTERY TO ME

MAYBE THE ANSWER HAS ALWAYS BEEN KNOWN, YET MISUNDERSTOOD

OR MAYBE... ... ... ...??? !!! ??? ... ?!? ... !?! ... ¿¿¿ ... <>

GOD KNOWS !

I PRAY MY PSYCHOSEMATIC GENE BEAMS SHALL TELL

A LETTER TO NOTHING AND EVERYTHING ~ FINELY DEPICTING ME

WITH THE FACE AND FAITH OF MY LOVES IN MY HEART

AND THE IMAGES I SEE IN MY CRYSTAL BALL

Written by & © :- Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 9^th Feb 2002 ea4:32am

PUPPET CONFORMISTS

Driving on the left

Working nine to five

Getting old before time

Hardly realising we are alive

Monday to Friday

Under a managers watchful eye

Controlled like miscreant nanobots

Without the sense to deny

Paying monthly bills

Going without thrills

Living in this world without frills

Governmental dentists always monopolising with drills

Not allowed to do as we please

Barred

Excluded

Unauthorised

By iguanas in suits eating fleas

Lying about headaches to get a day off

Stuck on a train with no stations to get off

Obeying all the rules, not daring to rock the boat

Not daring to jump off

You have forgotten you can float

And failed to realise that the face behind the mask was a joke

So take out your fly squatter and start splattering those fleas cos if you don’t there can be no peace

Having to be cruel to be KIND

SO THAT ONLY THE TRUE, AND NONPARASITICAL ONES REMAIN

TAKE YOUR OWN REINS AND PAVE YOUR OWN WAY

ENJOY YOUR LIFE

YOU MAY BE SURPRISED AT HOW MANY PEOPLE DON’T WALK AWAY

THOSE THAT DO……WELL THAT IS THEIR CHOICE WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY

NOTHING MORE I DON’T THINK

ALL I WILL SAY IS

MAKING YOUR OWN POLLUTION

IS BETTER THAN LIVING OFF SOMEONE ELSES STINK

Written by :Andrew Smazogz 226-29/5/2006

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