R.R.P. R.I.P.
©Andrew Smazogz 0505031217
I dream of a world - not dissilimar to this - verse 1
But murder should be legal
So we can kill the bastards that take the piss
I thought I had an open view - verse 2
But open to see what?
The sun created by man?
To hide, just a nauseating rot
I feel lost and betrayed - verse 3
By my so called own people
Think I’ll become religious
Hang ‘em, incarcerate ‘em
From my steeple
For their dreams of a world - verse 4
Make me rebuke, ‘til I wanna puke
R.R.P., R.I.P.
Second hand land ~ greyscaled R.G.B.
An extraction of the land
To more closely see
The atoms and particles
That make everything around us and...
...You and me!
But financial tarnishes
Of buttering other peoples bread
These are the invaders of my world
These are the ones who in my world
Would be shot dead
(repeat verses 4, 3, 2, 1)
R adioactive C omponent of
A tmospheric D ust
The
chemical bomb testing
boom boom boom
all around
squadrons sent to
to carry out contained strikes
with mini nukes containing depleted u r a n i u m
Ignoring the inscriptions of the sacred laws
As powerful as the people who wrote them (rip)
the
and put all our lives in jeopardy
because all the effects of those tests and strikes will travel the globe
Filling our air with radioactive components of atmospheric dust
By : Andy Smazogz –
(inspired by
REFLECTION OF CLOUDS IN ONE’S EYEBALL
Written by and ©: Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 19th Feb 1998
The clouds at night they turn to sky
And the ice cream man in the sun scuffles along
Selling his wares to the inferno tourists on the prom
Shadow of the moon, darker shades over fields
High above the disruption of the wind flow
At the bottom of those mountains the town folk go
To get their shopping, to score their blow
The heat of the city makes the snow melt
Before it even lands
This is why you find me with unobstructed views
The shapes in the clouds tell me the news
I got all I need from town by underground suction tubes
In treehouses we watch mountain goats
See aeroplanes descend to nearby masses of orange light
Far too much activity for this time of night
Shooting stars and alien tsars, beams of green light
Now patches of baldness arise
From the above we see a space city with a glimmering shield
All of us who enter shall never need to yield
For we would be potato’s growing in a field
On a mountain, 14,000 feet above ground
Relapses of Reality
^^^^^^^^^^
I recall vacations
Close to where I live
But also a million light years away
The hotel I stayed in had sixteen thousand floors
With bowls full of fruit you could see but not touch
Out from my veranda, impressed, I cinematically peruse
Wobbling buildings look like oversize jelly babies
Raisins and Sultanas parachute from an overhead radio antenna
In from an adjacent veranda walks an Aardvark with the personality of
Frankie Howard and the military astuteness of Richard Crenna.
My bags unpack themselves.
The straps and zips on the bag are still done up.
I yawn
My pupils spin and look like portals to alternate dimensions
In a stance I drift off.
Crafting and visiting these dimensions for what seems like hours
My sheets are over me now
Hold on – I’m still brushing my teeth
Tut!
I’m still dressed as well.
©SMAZO Sept 2004
The remnants of Mana 20th April 2003 ea 13:53
Based on SNES RPG “Secret of Mana” – !!!never give up hope !!!
Peoples’ needs are all fulfilled
No profit needs to be made
Beings only too happy to oblige
As long as a set price you pay
Just brought some food and a new sword
My energies all full to the top
Going to explore the grassy hills
Finding more gold pieces on the way
A village called “Goron”
Near where “Flammie” soars high
The people there silently cry
My quest is my heart to theirs
Speechless, mute
Full stops make their words
Told of alter-ego demons
Coldness bites the air
A grandmother without her Grandchild
The tears turned into hairs
Hairy cheeks withered, with-holding despair
A whole offspring in a playground - no longer there
Journey ahead of me
Written without method
Monsters afore me
Turn me to stone - if they dare
A hole in the ground opens up
Hideous monstrosity dwells there
Controlled my an evil mage
Who lives under the dragon’s lair
Sun turned into snow
The heat always blanketed, blanketing
Mystifying the hearts of lament
Controlling loss in what it meant
In a deep pit, in a cave
From this demon souls need to be saved
Slashing away with my sword, I die
A pheonix down, reincarnated as again I try
Tear to snow, now snow to stone
I receive 1000 gold pieces and the children come home
Leaving the town a hero
Southwardly to the coast. I walk down
The sun in all its glory slowly sinks
Into the West, in thought with me as I undress
To sleep under the stars and to rest until golden rise
Dew sends shivers, another sunrise - the pupils in my eyes
Where will my journey take me next I wander
The over casting spirit always far but near
What task will be asked of me next?
Reverse Motion Rewax
Insanity appears slowly
At first unnoticed
Like a trickle of water
Breaking through a dam
Difficult to detect
Yet amidst a visible strength
Exists an unstable wreck
Wanting to cancel your card game
Wanting to reshuffle your deck
Volatile, futile, venomous and
Difficult to control
Removal from the situation
Should be an expedient one
Get out in the fresh air.
Go outside for a stroll
Away from the strenuous effects of the Insane
Recurrences which imminently, unstoppably start taking their toll
Spores of sporadically flowing detest strengthen
Calm your heartbeat before slowly counting to ten
Don’t let the situation roll you over – set by a consequence of – “them”
Wash your hands & walk away, to the outskirts their souls condemn
Pick up your pen and write some words
Treat them how they’ve treated others, like unwashed turds
Send spinning the weak thoughts which strive on negative energy
Into the cascade-less voids of unwritten human understanding
Concentrate your thoughts into what you know and trust
Create a vacuum of false security and the enemy – you have crushed
Freed yourself from the niggling burden, always expecting so much
Enter yourselves into the spirit realm, where our true essences cannot be touched
Watch insanity un-build itself brick by brick
The candle which represents you whole again – with an un-scorched wick
In fields of fun and sunlight, unhindered, uninterrupted as you sit
Enjoying life in the way that it was solely meant to be
(ALL THE) ROADS LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE
From a QUILL idea about Conversation a on a bus.
Where too mate?
Oh, I dunno. Anywhere but here.
What, life taking the biscuit?
Yeah, you could say that. It is a long and tedious journey
Yes, yes. I can relate to that.
I remember a trip.
Back when I drove the coaches
You don’t mind if I sit down next to you -
There isn't a stop for ages.
Yeah, mate. Feel free.
It was back before some ass-hole bureaucrat
Said I had failed a long visibility test
Tsssch, sounds like a raw deal
Yeah, it was. To be honest it made me feel old and useless
No disrespect to the other lads, but I've drove more miles
Than all of them put together
Hmm. I can relate to that. I got sacked from a job a few years back
The people I worked for promoted someone else then looked down
Their noses at me.
Yep. Exactly as I felt. Disheartening isn't it!
Yes. Certainly is.
So
Oow-ahaha. Goddam coach broke down three times
Flat tyre, blown electrics & a shattered windscreen
Coor. Blooming heck
Yeah, some ruddy hooligan bombed past me on an recently gritted road
Bloody nutters
Indeed. Due to those incidents though I was deemed incapable.
Shows you just how one sided the government is
Yeah. They've rigged this society completely by making
All the roads lead to the same place
Haha. You'll get no argument out of me for that statement!
Well someone's got to say it!
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