A CHANCE TO HOLD ©Smazogz
THIS WORLD CAN BE SUCH A WONDERFUL PLACE
DANCING THE LIGHT FANDANGO WITH A GODDESS DRAPED IN LACE
ALL AROUND IS A HARMONIOUS BUZZING
PEOPLE DANCE BOTH IN PAIRS AND SINGULARLY
INTERLOCKED WITH THE THINGS THEY LOVE MOST
SPIRITS WHO HAVE LEFT THEIR BODIES DANCE WITH US TOO
A GENTLE JAZZ BAND PLAYS.
DANCE FLOOR TEMPO ALMOST STILL
MULTITUDES OF HEARTS BEAT IN SYNCRONISATION, TOGETHER
ENERGY AND ACTIVITY - BREED NEW STRENGTH
TABLES HOUSE QUIETER PEOPLE, AND MAYBE THOSE IN DISMAY
THEIR LOOKS OF VAGUENESS TELL HALF A STORY
MY HAND OUTSTETCHES TO THEIRS
TRYING TO FILL THEIR OTHER HIDDEN HALVES WITH GLORY
DANCE WITH ME, LIVE WITH ME, SHARE YOUR LAMENT WITH ME
STAND STILL, BECOME FIXATED, STARE AT THE UNKNOWN
MILES FROM OUR ORIGINAL ROOTS BUT ALL AT HOME IN THIS REALM
THIS WORLD IS A FOREVER CHANGING REALM
STEMS OF THE WILDEST FLOWERS WRAPPED AROUND ITS HELM
CONSTITUTIONS OF ABSOLUTIONS AS WISE AS A BEACH TREE
AGILITY REMAINS TO RUN THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF ETERNITY
NEVER GETTING OLD UNTIL THE END, WHEN BROKEN STRINGS MEND
DANCE WITH ME, LIVE WITH ME, SHARE YOUR LAMENT WITH ME
SHARE WITH ME YOUR JOURNEY, YOUR PERCEPTION
EXIST FREELY WITH MY IN THIS WONDEROUS DECEPTION
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ACTIVISTS OF bad consequence By: Andy Smazogz 210806
Do you ever get the urge to do something nasty and mean?
Do you ever get an insane drive to play the game of life unclean?
Do you ever want to rip people’s arms and legs and heads off?
Do you ever want to deal out un-niceties neat?
Do people ever get you red faced and annoyed?
Would your world be any better if there’s was destroyed?
Do you expect peace with all those troops you deployed?
Do you really expect to win with a scratch card that is void?
Would you ever swap your countryside retreat
With a nation full of foreign troops no army can defeat ?
Where no prospect with little hope - Go arm in arm
With an entity with whom you’re not allowed to elope
Possessing the most technological arms available
With a 0.00001 % chance of being able to prevail
Against this monstrous force of incandescent might
Leaving cities and bodies burning all hours of the night
Religion and belief slain with missiles fanged teeth
Protesting and roasting in false prophecies belief
Arguing over a legacy twisted, altered and perverse
Putting our world of evolution into rapid reverse
I wish I had the power to deliver the message I beset
My arms are tied by my government’s inadequacy – I regret
For the ownership of world wide domination I am taking bets
Unless we stand up as individuals we will fall silent in the call
If we allow the scum which is suppose to be protecting us
To turn our world into a slum we all deserve to be overcome
With pointlessness and ridicule never being able to reject
Unless we sort these activists of bad consequences out
no good vibe can I project
……………and alas we are all consumed
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An Inhabitants Habit
I can't control my habit
I'm like a sex crazed rabbit By : Smazogz ea11:20am on 18/10/04
I've just got to have a hit
My money is spent before I got it
My dealer always has a five gram bag waiting for me
My visit to his abode always follows the same pattern
My brain starts getting excited at the diverse reaction
I know it is killing me slowly
I know that my health is more prone to failure
I know my days on this planet are lessened by its use
I've always been living one step beyond life so there's nothing new
So what makes me do this activity?
So what drives my brain to want an item this much?
So what am I supposed to do to fill my hours when alone?
With the drugs I am one hop away from the moon
But what is the attraction?
What is this fake sensitivity I crave for?
Am I really that dependant on substances of bodily abuse?
Why do I get some sort of aesthetically pleasing notion from its digestion?
It is beyond me
Which is why I stopped
Like a record artist with a single hit
After which the career becomes un-fulfil-able - circumstantially flopped
Life without the drugs I've found
Is also a realm of philosophy, fancifully and unappealing topped
Just like the high for which I have paid for so expensively in the past
Driving a fast car at constant high speed describes it metaphorically
It's a fantastic feeling until you run out of petrol and need a garage
For driving long periods of time leaves the body rugged with tendons worn
The trip to the petrol pump becomes impossible to achieve as bones are too weak
To walk over to the pump. After being sat there speeding week after week
So put your car keys down and dissuade yourself from that bi-weekly visit
Keep that small roll of notes in your pocket and don't rid them so easily
Cram them in your pillows and sleep on them at night
Or, under protest from your own morals, put them into a bank
Don't let that bag of grams rule your life anymore
Cos one day it is all going to run away from you
That's for sure
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Ascendance of the Asteroid
by: Andrew Smazogz 17th Sept 2002
The first king to be ascended onto the throne, which rules this Earth, was the sun
The second was the moon
The third is on its way, to arrive relatively soon
Harvester of sorrow, deliverer of doom
Just a possibility
A statistically viable arrival
Floating around out there somewhere
Just a fraction of the billion available minds studying, the rest in ignorance or denial
Dots and bleeps, movements recorded
A mass structure approaching
Plotting its final destination
Will our moon save us or crash into us?
More than a possibility, finality
More than a figment of an imagination
Hubble blew the bubble that shows us more
A catapulted chunk of matter thrown from heaven’s door
Faces in streets go mad as the shadow overcasts
Like watching a violent film with a monster from the sky
Rearing its fossilised mineral state & facial attributes into our world
Wide spread panic with some choosing to ignore – either way destined to die
Shattering boom, foundation uprooting rumbles
Clouds of obnoxious gas swirl into our atmosphere
Severe lack of oxygen in the air, lungs spluttering before collapsing
Radiation suits and aqualungs worn by those with the intellect
Havens made, with air ventilation systems below the ground
All above us is a ridiculed amount of randomly savaged rubble
For years under the Earth, long beards grown from itchy stubble
Living our lives in hope, inside a death star, a half destroyed bubble
Millions dead, cities gone, animals no longer exist
Whole planet a cenotaph, a badly constructed graveyard
With just a few thousand humans left, scattered a far
No means of communication, colonies are born thinking they are alone
All the dictatorship and power in this world!
Yet an outer force killed us all
Primitive, cave living beings, at natures call
Strange to think of my self as a survivor of the world downfall
Years pass into decades, the air becomes more breathable
Able now to venture out of our rock and ore deposit homes again
To start again, to build and enjoy our lives until the next time
This world is not a stable place a tall, and living it seems is a crime
Before we leave the caves fully a legacy is written on their walls
A lesson to those who will be born without the knowing
An explanation that defines greater powers than our own
Depictions showing chaos and buildings in the ascendance of the asteroid
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A s s a s s i n s o f t h e A l m i g h t y ©SmAzogZ
Killers await trials
Yet they are not the guilty ones
They’re people - who used to be - just like you and me
Once peace lovers, with families, dreams and homes
Sent to the brink.
Television & radio broadcasts
Marring what they think
Opposing generals disagree with religious beliefs
People who defy become…..
“Insurgents”
“Terrorists”
“Thieves”
Another damned religious sent into oblivion
As the land of the “Evangelical Free” breeds
Erecting churches on ancient temples
Burying unnamed bodies in mass graves
Building a new “FREE” city on the old one
Who gave these bastards bodkins the right ?
Lost sight, in the continual on-going fight
Chemical god, messenger through the night
Missiles at dawn. Black, evil, polished
Warhead on the mantelpiece
The crater marked with the ‘X’ representing the deceased
Killers - with nine to five jobs
Thrillers - their secret out of control passion throbs
Distillers - Enders of beginners. Lowest of “Your Gods” sinners
I hope your souls are burning in hell
With a kiss of death, never again to foretell
Every breath in contains a foul smell
Blood red clouds take millennia to dispel
Atmosphere around us slowly disappears, asphyxiation nears
Skin grafters have shops along every High Street
Doing the best they can to make shattered complexions complete
In a situation from where it is impossible to retreat
Where the winner also undergoes defeat !
Maniacs – rule the skies.
Latest technological advancements don’t necessarily make you anymore the wiser
Button pushers – thinking they’re indestructible
Balloon bursters – intent on turning the world into eternal, blanketing doom
Parts of
Big Ben stuck on
The largest brick fragment found from the houses of parliament…
…The size of a dolls house teaspoon
Wind and electrical discharges echo the tunes of classical composers
Thunder rolls and chain-reaction booms
Harmonics of deionized particles clash like…
…Tempered ghosts of an incomplete fabrication
Following a course of inconclusive destination.
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ASSESS AND OBSERVE
Look at that lot out there
They’re been there for days
I can’t imagine what they are upto.
Some of them shout loudly
Some of them only seem half with it
Bottles and insults fly.
Why do they always sit on the same bench?
But never a minute before midday
It’s so they can idly sit there some more
To piss a few more years of their lives away.
I don’t understand
I am not sure I want to
We all got our crosses to bear
Self-resentment cures nothing.
So what drives the bull to the furnace
The same thing that makes the Lemmings jump into the sea I suppose
Maybe they just live life for the moment with consequential rationality pushed to one side
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AT SEA © Andrew Smazogz 270903
My crisp white sails of my wooden ship
Are a fill with the air, of salt a plenty
I got my crew and plenty of food and water
Hope I arn’t a taking my fleet to the slaughter
There be new lands o’er yonder
You up the mast there ~ on what do you ponder?
I see something. I’m not sure what it is.
It ain’t like any other boat I’ve seen
It looks more like a fish than a boat
If that is man made ~ what’s keepin’ her a float?
Draw in slowly. Reduce engine speed
Prepare all weapons as i ain’t sure which ones we’ll need
That boat has a mouth, and sharp teeth too
If we ain’t careful we’ll have our trusty old timber yatch snapped into two
Careful. Careful.. You are steering too near
None of my orders are followed. My whole crew run in fear
Come back ye bastards. You’ll be walkin’ the plank at dawn o’er wise.
Hold it right where you are. Afore I shoot ye right between the eyes
Oh Lordy. My craft is sinking.
My mast comes crashing down
All the crew in the water. Swimming for their lives
Oh, I feel so guilty, for them leaving behind their young ones and wives
Retreat. Retreat. Lower the life boats down
They crash into the sea. Still conscious men board below
Tally Ho! I leap the forty foot plunge into the sea
Oi! Don’t start that outboard motor without first picking up me.
How’d we survive that one, Captain
Well. We’ll just have to wait and see
The wind is blowing silently, we are going no where fast
Clouds are thickening, Captain. I feel rain’ll soon come from above
Ooh, it’s cold. Here on this sea, tonight
Come along Dawn. Give us some light
Here she comes, the sun.
Look lively men, it’s time we made a run
Paddle those oars until you can’t feel your arms
Land, Land. There be thy land
I’m swimming the rest of the way
A-ha. My hearties. We made it away again
Hurrah, for the Captain. Hurrah, for the Captain
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AT ONE
Protégés annoint limpness of misconstrued facts
Chemical imbalances quell insatiable desire
Kindliness kindles a requiem of flamboyancy
Pigmentation absorbs into spiritual meditation
Cessation dwindles as sparks enter the frenzy
Laziness becomes a disregarded memory
Closeness bonds as arms and lips embrace
Fully grown embryos interject mutual affection
Attainment of need is freed
Blemished artifacts reform
Agile notions stir stagnated emotions
Desire reaches forth up into view
Apathy lowers its shield
Working together as a single unit.
Inter-linked. Identical.
Veering pathways present doom - as well as love
Entrances open and close, like wind through unkempt huts
Rejection now moulds a loom of fruition
Boldness no longer freezes the will of inner release
Understanding glues foundations
Contusion answers or questions no more
Relevance spouts like a steaming kettle
Understanding grasps for attention
Continuation breathes deeply
Beckoning force ancient and strong
Keeping us together as we are
In a timeliness suspension of trance
Perceptions peeking through
Reminding and remaining
Every now and then
In slow motion
Clock stops ticking. Eyes stop blinking
Satisfaction without ridicule
Keep your Hours full of fun
Poem addresses getting used to being single then remembering how good it is not to be !
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