D A E D A L U S Words © Andrew Smazogz–Aug16-18th ‘06.
Crazed lunatic
Masked maniac
Acclaimed inventor
Highly respected Athenian
Skillful sculpture
Eccentric birdman
Could make himself
Fly high in the sky
Like a winged God
Descendent from the royal family of Cecrops
The mythical first king of
Daedalus
Hated being outdone
Couldn't accept second place
Murdered a member of his own family
Talus, his Nephew – who invented the saw
Off of the top of the Acropolis he allegedly fell
Daedalus
Vivid dreamer
Obsessed with accuracy
Jealous killer
Exiled to
Maze builder
Minotaur beseecher
A hideous fiend
Minos kept it locked up night and day
Fed it people
In memory of his fallen son Androgenos
Daedalus
Locked in the same prison, a victim of his own device
Made a plight then a flight with his son, Icarus, to escape
Who in the inexperience of youth
Flew too high and paid the ultimate price
Ended up falling into the
Whilst Daedalus’s finale ended in
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Darkness Reigns ©Andrew Smazogz 17/09/02
Since I came around from overnight sleep my sights have not been blessed with the sunlight of day
Thoughts become paranoid as the yellow inspiration turns orange then fades away
All morning since I awoke it seemed that Autumn was here, in the air & in my mind
A time to reassess and prepare for the incoming winter months, twigs n sticks to find
Too cold to go outside, the gray clouds and wind are no inspiration to ride free
Friends should be busy like me, yet we miss and yearn the just gone summer already
The days that are still in motion still portray an amount of that essential vitamin E
Darkness reigns my mind when my heat absorbing inner sun loving needs are not fulfilled
A break in the clouds and the mind is fuelled again, wanting to be out in the country
Just seeing one ray of sunlight and I want to spend the day sun bathing on the beach
Many more days and nights are going to pass before the days are full with light again
The winter months on this planet, give’s my brain an unwanted overdose of snow & rain
Coal fires and radiators give the requirement, peanut butter on toast is like sun on bread
My thoughts revert back to the mellow, low tided summer mornings, up all night and off my head
Between the months of April and August I hardly ever needed the warming confides of my bed
In these months the world is my mattress and the scarce clouds are the only blanketing I need
Night time sets in, sunlight by this time would of gone anyway, to warm other souls
Jealous in a way, I want to follow in the path of that overseeing mass of swirling fires
Hot air balloon travelling for the rest of my life, around 8,000 miles of the sun
Meteorologists’ peripherals and lost sea gulls are all I see, above the clouds
Only just visible, are the land and sea
A microscopic dot from the human eye
A glitch on a radar screen at the FBI
A guy who must be mad stated the binocular-wearing tourist
A thing not usually seen in the sky from the flying mammals point of fire
I am totally unaware of any of these observations
Laid out and relaxing on my towel
Oblivious to the world and lives that are led below
I love the sun God, I will not live in the treachery of winters cold touch
The reign of darkness has left me forever
I the only one who can decide when to return home
Ticking days off my calendar, can’t wait until March approaches
Then
Darkness reigns - I think not
Darkness reigns - paranoia caused by winter solstice
Darkness reigns - only where darkness exists
Darkness reigns - At this fact I dismiss
Darkness reigns - It always has done
Darkness reigns - It always will
Darkness reigns - darkness darkens no more
Darkness reigns - sunlight captivates
August returns, I prepare again for the sky
They are so much busier now with everyone wanting the sun 24/7
When you move with the sun’s orbit you are a step closer to heaven
When I move with the sun’s orbit I am living my dream and exist in what I am
Along with that which lives along side with me, us.
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Dark Voice Of Truth
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DECEPTIVE NEW GOD © ‘Smazogz’
PEOPLE DANCE AROUND ME, SOME OF THEM HIGH ON DRUGS
THOSE WHO CAN’T AFFORD THE NEW GOD TURN INTO THUGS
FLASHING LIGHTS CONTINUE FAR INTO THE NIGHT. WHITE POWDER
KEEPS THE DEVOTEE AWAKE IN AN ILLUSIVE SOCIETY OF SECOND SIGHT.
THE MUSIC STOPS PLAYING
THE LIGHTS ARE SHUT DOWN
A HEIGHTENED EMOTIONAL STATE
SENSES A BOUNCER’S FROWN.
BUSTLED OUTSIDE, IN A COLD SWEAT
BACK INTO THE TWILIGHT, STREET LIT TOWN
STILL UNDER THE EFFECTS OF THE NEW GOD
PRANCING AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROAD LIKE A PRINCE IN A GOWN
CAR HORNS ARE INTERPRETED AS CANNONS BEING FIRED
AN
COMING INTO FULL REALITY – FROM THE VICTIM’S POINT OF VIEW.
SENT FLYING BY MUSKET GUN FIRE AS A BUMPER HITS LEG
SPINNING INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS AS GREEN LIGHTS ARE SEEN AS RED.
THE NEW GOD HAS LEFT YOU NOW
A BLEEDING FROM THE MOUTH GUTTERAL ENTITY
LEFT ON THE PAVEMENT LIKE A SIDE TRACKED DISCIPLE
UN BEKNOWN TO YOU THE DEVIL WROTE
YOUR TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE
NEW GOD, OLD DEVIL. FAKE AND CHEMICALLY ENHANCED FORCE
NEW GOD, EVIL INCARNATE. INCAPABLE OF REMORSE.
THE TRUE GOD FINDS THEE
STILL UNCONSCIOUS WITH HYPOTHERMIA SETTING IN
ARRIVING WITHIN THE RISING WARMTH OF THE SUN
FORGETTING THE PREVIOUS EVENING’S SIN.
THE TRUE GOD. THE OLD GOD.
THE WORLD’S ENCHANTMENT BRINGS AROUND THE BEMUSED
WITH ONE CONCEPTUAL QUESTION –
WILL IT BE A RETURN TO THE NEW GOD OR AS AN APPRECIATING MUSE?
WHERE LIFE IS LIFE, WITHOUT ENHANCEMENT
WHERE EXISTENCE EXISTS WITHOUT ENQUIRY OF EXISTENTIALITY
WHERE GOD, WHERE PERCEPTION, WHERE WE NATURALLY ARE
BECOME UNQUESTIONED BUT ADMIRED WITHOUT EXTENSION OF THE
DECEPTIVE NEW GOD’S DOOM
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DELUSIVE DESTRUCTION
Written by & ©: Andrew Smazogz
AT THE WITNESS THEY ARE TRUE TO THE FLESH
YET IN THEIR GARDENS BEHIND NIGHTFALL THEY MAKE THEIR CASH
THE ONES WHO ARN’T CUT TO PIECES ARE JUMPED ON
JUST AS SOON AS THEY MAKE A RUN FROM THE MESH
WE’VE GOT THE LAW ON OUR SIDE – YOU MUST PAY
ALL THAT MONEY ~ GET AWAY
I REALLY HOPE YOU ASPHIXIATE IN THE BULLSHIT YOU DEAL
DELUSIVE DESTRUCTION ~ THINK I’M BEING SERREAL?
I DWELL ON YOUR SOULS AND WAIT FOR THE DAY TO COME
NAILED ONTO BURNING CROSSES, THEN HUNG UPSIDEDOWN
WHERE YOU BELONG, WRETCHED FUCKERS
I HATE YOUR POLITICS
I HATE YOUR POLICIES
I SPIT ON YOUR WELL BEING
BECAUSE THAT IS HOW YOU ALL TREAT ME
DISSOLVE INTO THE ELECTRICAL STORMS FROM DIMENSION
WHERE YOU’LL ALL BE SLAVES TO ME
I’D GOVE YOU ALL YOUR LIVES BACK IF YOU WERN’T SUCH CUNTS
AND TO USE SWEAR WORDS TO EXPRESS MYSELF
IT’S ALL FUCKING WELL DOWN TO YOU FUCKING AFTERBIRTH HEADS
FUCKING TOSSERS ~ SPOSE YOU’RE GONNA LOCK ME UP NOW
FOR THE DAY THAT I WAIT STILL ISN’T HERE
THEN YOU’LL ALL BE CRUSHED BY THE BRICKS OF THE
EVERY SECOND FOR THE RECKONING I CALL
TRY AS HARD AS YOU WANT, I’M NOT GOING TO FALL
MONEY IS YOUR BULLSHIT, YOU CAN FUCKING HAVE IT ALL
YOURS ARE THE GUTS WHICH HANG OFF SATAN’S WALLS
THEY’RE WHAT WILL COME CRASHING DOWN
YOU FUCKING IDIOTS
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Destruction of a perishable dream
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D I g I t a l V I o l e n c e
© Andrew Smazogz
Broken legs, amputated arms
People with their heads blown off
Gang wars being fought in cars
By Class “A” Drug addicts smoking Crack Cocaine cigars
Murdering and beating now replace society
Or at least the bitter fragment that remains of it
Young single mothers, the crippled, and the elderly
Killed just as cold heartedly as anyone else
High speed chases in stolen cars
Darting and diving from police choppers
Head on collisions which in reality would transcend with death
Screeching tyres burn the face clean off another victim
Heart beats faster – your survival is their slaughter
Reversing back over their collapsed remains
Until a pool of their blood spills out around them
Boasting to your mates at the thousands you’ve gunned down
Classifying your own achievements by another’s warped standards
Rotting behind bars when a craving for bloodlust
Has left the digital violence behind
Rotting with the other killers on death row
Defacement of character causes a
Deficit of moral ethics
Dismemberment of innocence
Ritualised in distasteful black honour
Coagulating like a terminal strangling wound
Killers not yet even teenagers
Given warped principles of what’s right and wrong
So don’t come seeking compensation or recompense
When you find your entire family - have been gunned down
Your own filthy levels of acceptability brought this on.
NO ONE ELSE’S
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Disease Always Wins… in the end
Dredging for Dregs
By : A.Smazogz
Get out of here
Sling your hooks
You’re making the place look untidy
You bunch of hefting old scoots
Painting your faces up like a plate a tarts
Begging for what others have to graft for
If I had my way I’d follow the Witch Finder General’s rule
And have all of you burnt – at the stake
“You bastard, you will burn in hell for saying that”.
Yes we know you’ve love and lost
But for all things we enjoy there is a cost
What makes you any different to us?
You don’t see us parading publicly – making a fuss
Filthy, blighted, obnoxious to the eye
You’ll get none of my pity, no matter how loudly you cry
Now go, I aren’t saying again what I just did
Stop upsetting my punters or I’ll have to call the law
See if they got…, 5,6,7 cells for the night
And we’ll see if you haven’t quietened yourselves by morning
Bloody old freaks!
Aye, we’ll see your pub burnt down within the week
Now, sir. What can I get you and your fine lady?
I’m not sure if I like the manor in which you protest to these Ladies.
I’ll have to ask you to rephrase more politely your scalding lest we’ll rescind.
Into the premises of another tender, around the next bend.
For I’ve never before witnessed such displeasure as yours from any other’s mouth.
You are a disgrace!
I’ll be having strict words with your mother
NOW GIVE THESE LADIES A LESSON IN BENEVOLENCE
…Or one day I feel you’ll be granted – your comeuppance!
Open your heart, just for a second my friend
Instead of adding to woe try to help mend
And here, I’ll get ALL a round in as well
(Pause & Silence)
Come on Cedric, you heard the Gentleman
…Yeah, show us a bit of respect
……Haha and maybe we’ll show you a bit of ours
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Are you sure you want to buy this lot a drink? Sir.
With the foul clothes they wear and their customary stink!
Well of course I am, man. Now stop fooling around
Lest in anger my fist will knock you to the ground
Don’t make me loose my good humour;
I’ve my finest clothes on!
Sorry, Sir. Truly, Sir. I didn’t mean to answer back.
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Drift Dreaming - ORBITAL SHIFTS
ASTRAL DRIFTS
D R E A M I N G
CYCLING PROCESSES
CONSTANTLY REPEATING
YEAR IN YEAR OUT -
PLANET EARTH WARMS
REPLEATING, REPLENISHING
BEINGS BREEDING AND MULTIPLYING
DURING THIS ORB WARMING TIME -
OCEANS TEMPERATURES RISE
CLIMATES - RECLIMATISE
FISH DART UP STREAM
ESTUARY WATER LEVELS RISE
CITY STREETS BECOME HUMID
AIR BECOMES DRY -
THE COLDNESS OF WINTER
LEFT MONTHS AND MONTHS BEHIND
JUMPERS PUT BACK INTO STORAGE
NEWLY WASHED SHORTS AND T-SHIRTS
HANG ON THE WASHING LINE –
I STARE UPTO THE CLOUDLESS SKY
AS PER USUAL MY BRAIN STARTS QUESTIONING WHY :-
“WE ARE ALL HERE
AND JUST WHAT ELSE IS UP THERE ?
FAR ABOVE OUR SEASONS AND
THIS LAYER OF LIFE GRANTING AIR.”
I WISH I HAD A POGO-STICK AND ASTRONAUT SUIT
TO BOUNCE ME RIGHT UP INTO SPACE
WHERE I COULD SPEND THE ENTIRE SPRING
MILES ABOVE THE EARTH
“STUDYING THIS PHENOMENON!?”
“HA, KEEP ON DREAMING” I SAY TO MYSELF
EYELIDS CLOSED
LAYING BACK ON THE ROCKS
DANGLING MY TOES IN THE WATER
NEXT TO ME MY SHOES OR SOCKS
A TUNA
THE WAVES ROLLING SOUND
SOUNDS LIKE THE TICK TOCK OF A CLOCK
SUN FINISHES SETTING
TIME FOR ME TO BE GETTING OFF
Words: ©2004 (Oct 25th) Andrew Smazogz
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