Supermarket Monstrosity
Three for Two
Buy one get one free
50% extra
A free cuddly toy
25 pence off your next purchase
Win a holiday abroad
Drive to the airport in a luxury car
Board a flight to the tropics
One in a 60 million chance of winning!
Smiling customer advisors
Announce cream cakes at half price
Choices stacked almost infinitely
All still higher than original cost price
Leaflets, fliers, third world country suppliers
Slogging the hardest whilst earning the least
Paid a pittance black faces starve as us white reptilians feast
Donating a few quid here and there to quench our guilt
Eating microwaved Tagliatelle Carbonara as fingers wade through silt
Looking for worms, to be eaten uncooked.
No health and safety or recipe books
Living their lives at a cut down price, far from caring looks
Till assistants process plastic wrapped consumables
Colourfully painted in chemical compounds
Enticing names of brands create images of pleasantness
Photographs of perfectly cooked meals tricks us
Into thinking what is inside looks like the outside
When in actuality the truth is far blander
Acts against human rights, secretively played underhand plague minority nations
Just names in the back of an atlas. Just dots on page thirty three.
Zoom into the dots. What do you find? A place. Full of people. Like here.
More primitive life styles with people not yet made slaves to technology
Being exerted to stricter forms of planetary abuse than us
All we have to do is push a trolley with a wonky wheel down an aisle.
The wonky wheel representing the strains felt by underprivileged field workers.
Boney. Rib tight skin workers hunched over, repeat like machines
Devoid of winning those holidays or living multimillion pound dreams
The conceptual hoards of initial creation are purposely being excluded from mingling
Multi-national beasts pay back a fraction of what they declare
Don’t buy their products. Decline their special offers. Deny giving them your powers.
Rip out page thirty three of the Atlas. Announce its name. Set it free.
I keep telling myself not to worry Scorched Mind of Lunacy
When I start feeling annoyed – head all in a flurry ©A.J.Smazogz 22Apr
But inklings or riotous harm – ooh how they scurry
It is a battle keeping my inner, wanton rage from destroying all
I am an Arian, ruled by Mars, God of War
Hurt, loosing, tired – don’t want to be like this anymore
It brings me to the point of self destruction –
then I have to hand over the reigns – as I’ve had enough – nothing more I can do
Turn myself off, switch to negative all my dreams and aspirations
They mean nothing to me when in a state like this
Missiles of speech and sentences full of swear words I deploy
Thrown at the hatred I feel for myself – despondency’s evil toy
Atomised all my possessions, left them as burnt wrecks –
My good intentioned obsessions denied
I am possessed. I am an incarnate of governing law that looses every time
I am my own worst critic, a megalomaniac adjudicator with sadomasochistic urge
I am more powerful than any person – I am a billion watt surge
Feeling excluded from the tranquillity that visit’s me –
Always too busy concocting my own sour dirge
No good. No good. I shout at myself time and time again
Low volume outside – maximum volume inside
Distorted, contorted – like the shattering of a universe
Held in a state of constant remorse
The inside-out-ness of a self persecuted brain
Feeling like this is not constant – sometimes I walk –
Holding high the flag of unity and peace
But this energy drain on myself - reeks havoc on the singularity of my soul
All I want is contiguous happiness and freedom to be
The world isn’t like that
So – there is always a fight or injustice – awaiting sorting by me
The War Horse Arian with H5N1 on his breath
So get used to it – So just learn to accept it
Just learn that sometimes you have to accept defeat
Just admit the fact that if things continue like this
Everything will be lost forever in burning torrents of heat
It is a battle keeping my inner, wanton rage from destroying all
The battle I fight is the battle for peace . . . shame I didn’t realise that myself !
SERIES 1 YAMAHA
©Andrew Smazogz 071002 0010
Been to the garage, fully serviced
MOT, tax, a full one year guarantee
My visor winds down as I auto cruise along
Initiating my in-bike CD player and subwoofer, plus a chilling song
Fully automated Series 1 Yamaha – drives itself along
Through small towny suburbs, then smooth dual carriageway
Flashing by white line after flashing by white line – the motorway
Rolled tarmac holding steadily my rolling vehicle
To scenes in the U.K., never seen by myself before
Car pulls up at a canoe tied lake side
I get out and pay a daily rental fee
The pipe smoking, curly bearded kiosk dweller nods
I walk around a couple of knolls, eating two spring rolls
Chicken flavour super noodles in a flask
Oars roating horizontally, clock wise they turn
To the centre of the scenic river
Noticing a group of tall reeds, a rattle and a quivver
The noises and movements turn shrill and high pitched
A tartan horse sinking in mud, well and truly ditched
Texting my Series 1 Yamaha
It sets itself in motion, drives along the river
Over the bumps, a real challenger to knight rider
Seeing her approach over the horizon as I row
Jumping forty feet over the river on my Series 1 Yamaha
Suspension as springy as 400 new feather light matresses
Boy-----oyoyoy-----ong. Neck tied to bike, horse power to horse power
Me and the horse then share my noodles, a female voice gets louder
Repeating “flower”, “flower”. She sees the horse, gets on then rides off
My Series 1 Yamaha on autopilot, at high speed I also disappear
SEVEN YEARS
Seven years have passed
How that seems so long
All those lost summers and winters you haven’t seen
Was your decision brash and wrong?
I wonder what could have been achieved if you’d
Of gone up a ladder - instead of down a snake.
I feel lost and halved in what could been done
Tears start the creeping journey from their ducts
Sitting in front of my computer with warm but taunting
Peaceful memories - of our fun
Your warmth is in the suns now
Your have become something missed that
Can no longer be felt or seen
Your legacy left on floppy disks
The only thing - left for me to hear in my dream
Intelligent, trapped and never growing.
Mourning from morning to night
Sleepless nights, brews, with lines of speed and J’s of hash,
like insomniacs - we used to transcend
Heart strings disintegrated, not there anymore to mend
Took your candle our of our world, a life’s premature end
Left me here with all the others,
Being trapped now seems more appealing that being free
Another depressing poem ©Jun 2005 A.J.Smazogz
SINSUN SUNSIN
defined into words by:- Andrew 'Smazogz' 10/09/03
The sun used to be my haven
Me and it
In the clouds
Rays of sunlight were so warm then
But now the sun seems a falsity
In skin cancer the adorers blemish then pop
A lord, a master, a bastard, a slave
Into the sky my hatred I now engrave
Slicing the heavens, in a frenzy not meant for two
Clouds darken, the colder supremacy
Wrapping itself around my shaking, boney arms
Body separated, the yellow blood no longer embalms
Rigidly, alienly
My blood still pumps and my heart still beats
Unaware, more closely of myself, impossible retreats
A retreat to where?
To above the clouds, the sun, the oxygen?
A backward journey
Back into that realm of not belonging and self resent
A horizon begins
The dark sky I have been a witness to all night
The orange circle emerges
And I recall the times when I thought I knew what it meant
Incorrect it would seem
The unover-comeable difference between reality and a dream
Not meant to merge, mind sickness forming
The sun a woman
A love close to what I know
Its truth disappears, the feelings go
They go, but not far
The distance distances itself from what it wants to be close to
A built in safety device, to stop deviants from deviating
An escapade turns into a tearful parade
Through puddles of deepening water from a place I wanted to stay
That distance distances - I can but do not want to dissolve into a singular disarray
But our brains have made the decisions for us
...From each other we have walked away.
Back to where we both feel cheated
Back to when we felt empty and depleted
The chance, as always, like a ship, fleeting
This should not end
Forever never is
Life seems a comparison
I'm fed up with this
The song..................................................................................................................
Year long..................................................................................................................
Has left me with NOTHING..................................................................................
So to you, the Lord of my above, FUCK YOU..................................................
THE SLAVES OF THE EVIL ANGEL Smaz 2Feb05
The poor become the powerful
The stupid become the kings
These ignorant slaves serve the Evil Angel
As foreign propaganda of world war III sings
The restricted become the free
The free become the condemned
The condemned become war heroes
The rulers continue to be the adhesive phlegm
The become repressed become the opportunists
The dead become the sanctification for the battle call
Foul fates destined for every Evil Angel
Our fine planet’s sickest, most carcinogenic whore
The imprisoned reach their paradises
The blind get sight, straight between their eyes
The Earth ruptures in weight-strain-tectonic-pain
The once hungry man now reaps the plentiful grain
Slain bodies, nationally unidentifiable
Headless, faceless, genderless, gun fire amputations,
Indescribably horrific, could easily be me or you.
The powers have bestowed upon us abuse of minority nations
The centre becomes the epicentre of a nuclear blast
The effects of this madness, for how long will they last
The fuse has been lit and is burning fast
The future for humanity is indeed looking overcast
The worshippers no longer get remembered
The twisted malice of government rule continues
Burning through society like an out of control ‘bush fire’
Anarchy reigns on, in these religion wars based on lies
The words “slave, evil & angel” are all creatable from the word “evangelist.”
Ie: the religion of the President of the
Fuck his idea of world peace! With a self confessed war president there’s no hope.
Conspire to bomb the white house – it is the only ‘sound’ answer
Here (below) are just a few words which can be found in the word ‘Evangelist’ that I found, maybe there are more definitions you could add to the list.
Evil - True representation of the Bush administration
Angel - Bush representation of the Bush administration
List - An abbreviation for shitlist. Currently comprising of every country
apart from the
Even - Getting even for retaliation from people in the past the
pissed off. (This list is almost as long as the previously mentioned
shitlist.)
Vest - Armoured protection so his brainwashed fuck witt followers can’t
get killed so easily. (Most armour of Bush’s soldiers doesn’t cover
faces as there is generally nothing behind them of any relevance, ie
a brain)
Stage - This is the world to Bush, heaven is ‘his’ home!
Van - An item used for crude maneuvers, ie: stealing oil or blood money
Navel - The place where George places his brain whenever it comes out of
its jar, down from under the pentagram, er, I mean pentagon.
Sting - Yep, the united states of
missiles, (one that bombed
Glee - What George feels when he is sat in his kingdom of power.
Gel - A political term which basically means making up bullshit to place
between statements of facts, to make them stringently unabidable
Nag - A horse, to carry GB into the glorious horizon, just like Charlton
Heston in the film ‘The planet of the apes.’ Spot on film & true!
Sang - this is what the congregation done when peoples families have
been shattered, beyond recompense.
Sing - The first word of George’s favourite song… a song of sixpence, a
pocketful of backgammon playing Iraqi’s die…
Sin - What these actions of blinkered besottment have led us to
Tin - What the president has under his desk, to piss in.
Tie - When both countries kill the same amount of people on any day
Anvil - A tool used for interrogation, and for bludgeoning information out
of people who ‘usually’ know nothing, if required.
Lie - Legislation of Inner Economies. A formulation comprising mainly
of English and American big bods. Laid down to neutralise any
virulence from countries by ‘legally’ stealing their wealth. Ie:
Payment rackets for ensuring safety against terrorist attacks.
(Pay me half a billion bucks and you can sleep safely tonight.)
Slave - What we all are to this fascist dictator and his unholy acts.
Sane/Insane - The two states flipped in to and out of by the Pres.
Vangelis - A musical artist used for meditation purposes.
Angle - The optimum path of impact.
Give/Gives - A term used for bartering with the disillusioned ones.
Steal - A word that the
Veg - Short for vegetating, ie: nerve agent exposure. Smaz 2Feb05
SMOOTHEST RUNNING PROCESSORS
The smoothest running processors create this world
Fractal geometry, in most things that can be seen
So many colour variations, from red, blue and green
In an unveiled patch of forestry something is happening
As we walk around the scenery is being manipulated
From a base that operates our visual interpretations
When two or more combine discussions of the unknown are spoken
Our what-abouts calls to us from beyond our knowledge
A focused, trained mind can see so much more
Travelling orbicularly with the whirring core
Churning inside the third planet from the sun
Robotic verves carrying out simple tasks
With peripherals accumulating speed and apprehension
Built to work
“In a Ford warehouse which produces 300 escourts a year was yesterday infested by a swarm of metal mayhem. Welding arms and engine installers came to life and attempted to overpower the human populace of the building. In a struggle a mechanic was armally delimbed whilst being crammed into the bonnet area of a car. The main power was turned off and the unruly machinery was disconnected. Computer hacking is suspected.” (The weather report continues.)
The the charged atoms depict what is above our heads
(Salut weatherman)
Weird life ~ is it not
Lovely life ~ is it not
Mystery life ~ don’t say not
Brain produce for me
One of the smoothest running processors
In this universe unknown to man (or woman)
Written by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ On the : 4th July 1997
Snap Shot of a “J”oyous, “A”sbolutely “B”rilliant, “E”xemplary and lovely moment
Nine months in the making
40 weeks in the womb
Standing by an obstetrician
I am going to be a Father soon
Cries, flapping legs and arms
A little red face and body now rests in my arms
My son, my off spring, a growing extension of his Mother and me
Looking dotingly, devotedly, paternally over his Mother and thee
Giving him back to the nurse - my life had changed
Then to his Mother, whose eyes in love were aflame
Nappy sacks, boxes of rusks and rice cakes pile our trolley high
Toddler tunes playing from morning to night
Sleep inducing images from a mobile spin by
I fall asleep too. Next to Jabe, our Sun beam in complete delight
For weeks our little son just slept, pooed and cried
Growing magically as the days went by. Always at our side
Such a splendid, miniature chap
Makes me realise the diversity, splendour and complete brilliance of our world
Soon he was eating rusks and corn on the cob himself
Sat in his high chair, making a mess over a plastic mat.
The mess didn’t matter; it was a joy to clean it up
Apart from the milk up the walls from the shaken plastic cup (Hee hee)
All those days seem like they were yesterday when ever I look at this photograph
At first it brings a tear to my eye, but then, I just can’t help but smile and laugh
Jabe, our shining sun beam’s routes are –
Preserved forever in this photo static autograph.
Now you are six and just as delectable + kind
The caring that I feel for you is quite simply – unrestricted
My love for you ~ as you grow ~ is everywhere
J.S.F.S. ~ You are brill
Being you Father is always a pleasure and a thrill
X X X
©06 By Andrew J. Smazogz 23rd Mar
Spiralife
Life is not a circle
It is a spiral
Outwardly growing
We are able to look in yes
But never fully return
For we are on a one way journey
From the centre
Out to the unknown
Spiralife – our journey home
But where is our home?
Locked deep somewhere out of sight?
Spiraling in darkness millions of miles away?
Commanded by a chaotic yet ordered transparent life form of delight?
Whatever the answer:-
Spiralife
Breathes from its lungs into oxygen into ours.
‘SUB-DIVERTED DEVIANCE’ DESTRUCTION TECHNIQUES
THE WEATHER IS FREEZING LIKE MY EMOTIONS
I NEED TO TAKE SOME WARMING UP POTIONS
DEPRESSION, LOSS OF MORALE, NEGATIVITY
INTROVERTNESS, FEELING PAIN, HATRED & FURY
AN ENEMY TO MYSELF
A BEING LET DOWN BY ITSELF
CALCULATING EBB OF WEALTH
DETERIORATION OF MENTAL GOOD HEALTH
ENERGYLESS, DEVOID OF STEALTH
SO SHUT UP. GET THE HELL AWAY
I WANT TO BE ON MY OWN ALL DAY TODAY THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO BRAIN
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT
COME ON SENSE OF HUMOUR
COME ON WALLS, DISAPPEAR RETURN TO ME THE VALUES
WHICH USUALLY I HOLD SO DEAR
DISSIPATE, EASE THE HATE
BY LEAVING THE
WITH ITS TRAMPLED FLOWERS OF DOOM
IT IS COLD AND EMPTY IN THERE, LIKE A CURSED TOMB
SO ARTICULATIONS, WOULD YOU PLEASE DISARTICULATE
TRANSPORT ME TO WHERE I WANT TO BE
ATOP THE WORLD AS A MASTER OF INNOVATION FEELING GREAT
CRUSH THE ROOF OF CAPTIVE ANGUISH, BREAK THE SLATE
TRY TO LOOK UPON YOURSELF ONCE AGAIN AS BEING YOUR BEST MATE
DISTANCE THE DISTURBANCES
LOCK OUT THE LECHEROUS
BANISH THE BURDENING
PATCH UP THE POT HOLES
ESTABLISH AN EMPATHY
CAPTIVATE A CAUSE
HOLD HIGH YOUR HEART’S BEATING WARMTH
PUT PURGATORY ETERNALLY ON PAUSE
LOOK OUTSIDE, INTO THE WORLD NOT IN YOUR MIND
GET ON THE ROADS IN THE COUNTRYSIDE AND WITH THEM UNWIND
YOURSELF WITH THE NATURE AROUND YOU TRY TO MAKE COMBINED
ON YOUR JOURNEYING YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT FIND
BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T GO BACK INTO THAT PLACE
THAT NECROSANCT OF DEVILISH POSSESSION & SELF DISGRACE
PURIFY YOUR SOUL & THOUGHTS, LIFT HIGH YOUR HEAD SO THE WORLD SEE YOUR FACE
AS YOU TOO ARE AN EXPENDABLE IMPORTANT PART OF THE HUMAN RACE
Words by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ Smazogz
©
Once upon a time there lived four superheroes
They had no gloves for their hands or socks for their toes
None of them have any food in their wallets
And their hunger in their tummies grows and grows and grows
Superhero one, called Sonic, had an idea. He announced
“There will be plenty of apples growing on trees at this time of year”
So they all get on their bicycles and race safely off in top gear
Before crossing any roads they wisely wait for the green man to appear.
After one hour and five minutes they had reached the place that they wanted to be
Superhero two, called Tails flew up to the top of the closest tree
“You three collect the apples, and please collect a few for me”
“We need eight of the biggest, shiniest ones & we’ll be able to make a huge apple pie for our tea.
The four superheroes loaded up their rucksacks and started the return journey
“Slow down a bit” said Superhero three, called Knuckles, “I can hear a squeaking sound and I’m
Not sure if is coming from my bicycle or my knee!”
The other three superheroes put their brakes on. Stopped their bikes then looked at Knuckles
Who said “Only joking. Hee hee hee hee hee”
They all started cycling again after laughing for a minute or two
Until superhero four, called Jabe, says “Stop again please. I’ve just has a great idea too”
Again they came to a halt. “What is your idea?” reply the three other superheroes.
“Well, my idea is too go to that sheep over there to ask it for some it its wool.”
The three superheroes Sonic, Tails & Knuckles thought about what Superhero Jabe has just said
Superhero Jabe put his hands and feet up & moved them around, still sat on his bike
Superhero Tails got the clue and remarked, “Aaah to make us some
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