ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
WAR – (what is it good for ???)
WAR IS BLOOD
WAR IS DEATH
WAR IS EXCESSION
UNTIL ONLY NOTHINGLESS IS LEFT
WAR IS ANNIHILATION
WAR IS KEEPING CROWD CONTROL
WAR RIPS APART THE WORLD I WANT TO EXIST
WAR IS RAW
RAW IS UNCOOKED
THE RECIPE IS EXPLOSIVE
AND ITS A BASTARD TO COOK
WAR BREEDS WAR
LIKE FIRE FEEDS FIRE
WAR KILLS YOU
FOR SIMPLY BEING ON THE MIRE
WAR . . . I HATE IT
WAR . . . I HATE IT MORE THAN THE PEOPLE I HATE
WAR . . . YOU'LL DO IT OUR WAY OR DIE
WAR . . . IN HELL WE ALL FRY
SO SHOVE YOUR POLITICS & YOUR HALF BAKED IDEAS
AS LONG AS YOU EXIST THERE SHALL NEVER BE PEACE
SEND YOUR OWN SONS AND DAUGHTERS
TO LIVE TRENCH LIVES
FUCK ALL YOU MILITANT RELIGIOUS TYPES
SUFFER IN SILENCE IN YOUR OWN DEMISE
I HAVE TO
Words by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’
041004
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
WE ARE DOTS
by Andrew Smazogz 020803
*
We are dots
Dots with spots
We are spots
Made up of thousands of dots
These dots are dotty
We're spots, we're dotty
We're all part of the big dot to dot
We have all - lost the plot
We are stars
With misplaced names
We get recognition
From other peoples fames
We are lines
Connecting the vines
We are stars
Cars without wheels
We are polar bears
Dragons without lairs
We are stick insects
Who eat fields for our breakfast’s
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Whatever happened to that?
My fingers are cold
My thoughts are not clear
My brain is forgetting & remembering
An incoming future that is sliding down the veer
Rain falls on my windows
Ambient outside temperature drops
Iraqi civilians don't even have the glass
In mud shacks dying - cos we bombed all their crops
In a jelly like & retarded head-state
My wants dissipate - like the clouds above
All the power and energy I once had.....
.....Whatever happened to that?
It went up, out of my body - sucked
Summoned from me by a faceless call
It went up, to beyond what I know
Deep into the depths of vacuum cleaner space !
To the spiritual entity - which has no face
The smoke is warm
The sun's rays enlighten this shade
Outside rebels in 'our' bouts of summoned strength
Light years away my brain torrents gleefully within...
...this masquerade!
The rain has stopped falling
People outside
The people have started falling (from the skies)
Then into the lightening skies of grey...
for a good old fashioned bike ride
By : Andrew (Smazogz)
on : 2nd April 2003
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
What is Man’s (and Woman’s) Purpose?
A man with talents
A man with a means
A man with hope
A man who has tasted both bitter nightmares and romanticist dreams
A man who is a poet
A man who has fell
A man, like me in these aspects
A man who enjoys a drink, and an occasional smoke
A man who is a creative, decent and flair-driven bloke
A man with whom you can have a laugh and a joke
A man who has experienced both wealth and being broke
A man
A spirit in a man
A spirit in a glass
Both strong spirits
A man with a vision
A figure head of this bizarre life
Newspaper acclaim and multitudes of trophies speak for themselves
You are up there with the best without having to do anything
A man who has been to the edge
A man who has almost been stripped of his pledges
A man whose life has sat looking over the tall window ledge
A man who is feelings in words
This man has found his place
This man needs to keep away from those hands –
Which try and take people away from the divinity and grace
This man
Is David Duthie
A man who I, am proud to know.
18th Nov 2004 ©Andrew ‘Smazogz’
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Where to, Where from?
When I raise my thoughts from my pad
I see the world, so large outside
Just what is this place?
How is it able to exist?
Where do we all originate from?
Language leaves me wordless
Fathoms forms from this worldliness
It baffles me
It astounds me
It confuses me
It eludes me
It makes me feel dizzy
When I think about it too much
So how can I find out more?
How is a conclusion to be reached ?
Will I ever be able to find out -
Before the day when my hull is breached?
Is the answer within myself?
“Life”, is the word I question
“Alive”, is the word that I am
Existence is the acceptance of what has Materialised atop this planetary dimension! ‘Smazogz’ 230104 ea23:17
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Where do all the musicians go
Where do all the musicians go
They act their roles then leave the show
Mozart, Fats Waller, John Lennon, Jim Morrison
One minute they’re larger than life
Then a minute later they are gone
Shining in the spotlight
Under an intense heat
Melting away like wax
Life moves more rapidly for them
Living is satisfied when wisdom is complete – (Quote by A.Smazogz 21stMay2005)
So never read the last page of a book
And never complete the final verse
Always go fishing without a worm on your hook
Or you may find your life becomes terse
I wander if there is a big party in the sky
Phil Lynott, Ian Drury, Freddie Mercury, Kurt Cobain
Combining their spiritual talents to create heavenly masterpieces
Infinitudes of hours go by. All out of their heads on pills and cocaine.
Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Cliff Burton, John Bonham, Bon Scott,
They done the lot. Old Marley refuses the coke but bongs galaxies of pot
The Van Zant brothers, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Keith Moon, Sid Vicious.
Brian Jones, Dimebag Darrell, TuPac Shakur
Kenny Everett has gate crashed, dressed in drag, washing the dishes
The notorious BIG, Jam Master Jay, Jason Porter,
Preserved within their chords of time withstanding strength and timeless brilliance.
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
WHERE, HOW AND WHY
WHERE ARE YOU SITTING, LAYING?
NO, NO. I MEAN NOT BED OR CHAIR
I DON’T MEAN EVEN EARTH
SIMPLY WHERE
HOW HOW HOW AND
WHY WHY WHY
PERCEPTIONS BOUNCING OVER HILLS INTO THE SKY
INTO A PLACE NEITHER WET OR DRY
A PUZZLE UNSOLVED FOR TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS
WHO CAN TELL US? WHAT WILL TELL US? (WHAT ARE WE?)
ORBITING OBJECT IN SIGHT, UNKNOWN BUT IN REAL TIME
EXACTLY ON TIME, SCANNERS DOING THE REACHING
DOORWAY IN SPACE. UNLOCKING TIME?
ALL AGES AND STAGES OF MAN’S EVOLUTION DAWNS
THOUSANDS OF ALTERATIONS OCCUR SIMULTANEOUSLY
A MANIFESTATION SPAWNS, CONFUSING OVERLOAD
VISIONS ON EARTH SEEN BY ALL ARE CONSTANTLY
EVER-CHANGING. MELLOWLY RAGING.
ADJOININGLY DISENGAGING.
WHERE, HOW AND WHY? BEING EXPLAINED
ULTRA FAST IS ITS FLOW. STILL WE DO NOT TRULY KNOW
WITH MORE COMPUTER ANALYSIS PATHWAYS START FORMING
CONTAINING EVERY INDIVIDUAL VIEW FROM MANY
HUMAN RECOLLECTIONS. MESSAGE OF POSSIBILITY
EVENTUALLY SPELLS OUT...>
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, IN WRITTEN WORD SENSE
JUST A REPITITION OF SEMI-CIRCLES, STRAIGHT LINES AND DOTS
WHERE, HOW AND WHY? WAIT AND SEE!
INQUIRY TRAVELS BACK. TELESCOPES VIEW A MYSTICISM!
A PLANET WITH THRUSTERS, WITH OTHERS ALIKE
SAME CLOTHES, SAME LANGUAGES, SAME HAIRCUTS
HUMAN RACE OVER NIGHT DOUBLES IN SIZE
SHARING THOU SACRED WISE
WRITTEN BY AND © :- Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 7/3/98/am
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Worldly Happiness
Remember to smile
Forget to frown
Put aside all your fears
Lay all your hesitations down
Recall moments of pleasure
Disregarding memories of unhappiness
Draw a line representing a new start
Walk over it
Appreciate what is to your left and right
Further than our eyes can see
Over every mountain and city
Over every nation and sea
Spread the wealth of your happiness
Into the towns and souls of others
Ask them to take you at face value
Ask them to step into ‘their’ world
Ask them to share in happiness
Try to make your happiness their happiness
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
WORLD OF LIVES
This is my world ©03Nov04 Andrew ‘Smazogz’
This is your world
This is our world
It doesn’t matter if you’re black, somewhere in between, or white
It makes no difference if you stand for pacifism or want to fight
What does matter is when your rules expand into mine
What does matter is that I’m suffering while you’re doing fine
This is my life
That is your life
These are our lives
I don’t care what you do as long as it doesn’t clash with me
I couldn’t give a flying fig, unless you try to disrupt my world
Or try to unbalance my life
This is a world of lives that we live on
We all share the same air and drink the same water
This is a wonderful place of naturally crafted mystery
We are all under the same stars, the sun and moon are all of ours
This is my world, my life
This is your world, your life
This is our own world, world of lives
So read my book, let me read yours
For we are all aboard the same boat in separate cabins
But all of our arms and legs are oars
World of lives, keep living
World of lives, please keep giving
Life of many worlds, all coexisting externally within
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Wretchedness and betrayal
Wretchedness and betrayal
Sends fear running in fright
Footsteps, fog, screaming
A typical Sherlock Holmes night
Through dark corridor confides
Tortured hunchbacked creatures crawl
Prowling under dithered moonlight
Looking to initiate another street brawl
Unleashing fists of blood
Living up to dark expectations call
Trapped mentally, fragmented physically
Leaving their victims a subdivided up sprawl
Cohabiting in nests of disused buildings, fit only for dereliction
Malicious rum drinking louts capable of only violence & malediction
The ones caught undergo ceremonies of rapid decapitation…
…Or a slower noose crucifixion
Their bodies left to rot on spikes in public view
Showing the legacy set down- of things you shouldn’t do!
But the streets are narrow and thin
Around any of their corners no one can say what next - will begin
Unless you are armed with charm and whit or a dagger you won’t win
Mugged and unconscious after being clobbered with a rolling pin
Left for a passer by to report.
No James Paget. No St. Nick’s.
No ambulance drivers with quick fix kits
No means to quell the insane freaks - randomly having fits
Dark conjurer intimidates. Armoured guard back up infiltrates
Villain escaped. Close all the gates. No use.
No reason to leave. A local nomad
Stockists, retailers
Vendors, sailors
Foreigners, visitors
Excursions, tours
Day scene, night scene
Nightclubs flash, waterways green
Taxis prey, horse owners keen
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
Wrong Frequency
Night turns to morning
Like a tadpole turns into a frog
Terrains reshape
Ben Nevis, The Pennine way,
Gog Magog
Flight outgrows wisdom
As the flower bud unfolds
Residue perspires
Like wind against a mast
Untouchable by fingers
Invisible through glass
Reflection of the invisible
Humanity gone berserk
Behind our every move
Something else lurks
© ANDREW SMAZOGZ 251005
ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ
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