Smazogz Infinituum of Thought

SMAZOGZ VIDEOS

2008-10-02T23:11:00.007+01:00

Over a dozen video's that I produced are uploaded to various online video hosting communities. The majority of them can be found at Metacafe and YouTube. Please click a link below if anything appeals to you.

DIGITAL VIOLENCE
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Digital Violence - The best home videos are here

Violence in computer games and the negative effect it can pose to society, contains screenshots from many violent games. Its great fun in games but it worries me (as a Father) about the reforming of society this effect is having. Got me narrating in the background (words uploaded in D poetry section)

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/815720/digital_violence/

FAKE DAYS AND FALSE NIGHTS
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humans have realised for sometime that we are all on an orb spinning around in space at thousands of miles an hour, however, we as a race do not yet have a true perspective of our placment in this massive. We can only start to imagine what is on the other side of this universe.

Fake Days And False Nights - ©Smazogz

ALL I WANT IS PEACE... BUT ALL I GET IS WAR
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ANTI-WAR DEMO - All I want is peace... ...but all I get is war - ©Smazogz

The UK's involvement in Iraq, etc after 9/11 opposed by moral belief from day one. Me and my Girlfriend marched on 2 antiwar protests in London, UK (clearly 2 million pissed off people parading around London wasn't enough - but at least we aired our views "MAKE TEA - NOT WAR".

This piece of work contains a track by one of metals finest gods :
Dave Mustaine [from Megadeth], namely "Devil's Island" (ie: our world and greedy US/UK fiends).

CHOSEN PATH
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Chosen Path SmAzOgZ

Psychedelic - A great way to relax and unwind. Who needs LSD with visuals as cool as these. This video is a safe way to explore trippy art and won't end permant insanity or mandatory nut house containment (well hopefully not, PMSL)

CONSCIOUS AWARENESS
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CONSCIOUS AWARENESS (in English) With Russian, German And Frenc - For more funny videos, click here

This addresses what it suggests - namely evolution and intelligence of our species. As you can tell from the stupidly long link it has subtitles in Russian, French & German. Sorry to the countries I missed. Translated my works by using -- www.translation2.paralink.com -- thanks to the authors of that site.

Planet Fungii
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Planet Fungii - The funniest videos clips are here

My bathroom spawned into a fungiitarium, this is a video and commentary on fungus and its world encumbering presence when left to manifest, with my skin cells and old bath water !!!

DISCOBALL
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Discoball - Click here for more free videos

Triptastic music and video with loads of mad colours and FX. Created by me and my good mate Trekster (aka MC Head)

INSECT-0-MANIAC
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Insect-o-Maniac - Awesome video clips here

I like this, had a lot of laughs putting it together. A story about a half person, half insect person. Their life comprises of living around bin lids collecting disregarded Sunday dinners. Stupid - pure me.

De-Gravitation-Alised
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Another personal favourite. Not being modest I think this is one of my finest demos, to think I done the music and visuals astounds even me. (20 years after the C64 demo releases I am now able to say I have the same niche, talent, computing brilliance as they did (and still do in retrovideogame heaven).

Think Twice, Shades, Fairlight 242 (Amiga), Farm Song II - all class demos, with so many thousands more.

So if you liked all the scrolly colours and psychedelic stuff this is for you - ESPECIALLY from SMAZOGZ and his INFINITUUM OF THOUGHT.

Digital Realms
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Digital Realms - A funny movie is a click away
More triptastic visuals and auditory incoherence !?!?!

Drone Zone
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D R O N E Z O N E - The funniest bloopers are right here

Can't explain Drone Zone now as my brain has Droned out......
More artistic madness running free.

JULY TO NOVEMBER
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July To November

Slow, emotional scope into vidid and sullen memories of a friend (Jason Porter - aka PooJ,TPM,PWM) . Take some time to appreciate life's journey, and savour our treasures & losses with my placid demonstration which shows how tumultous things that happen in our lives slow us down and, dare I say, mature us.

MIND
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M I N D M E L D - Funny video clips are a click away

More mindbending antics from self acclaimed master of the ditital arts (slightly maniacial with peace at heart)- get some COLOUR into your PC processors

B I R D F L E W - B I R D F L U
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©FIZZYWIG & SMAZOGZ 2008

Serious subject matter this. We need to keep ourselves educated - as it could be our demise. - !!! WE ARE THE PROBLEM - WE WANT CHEAP MEAT !!!

HUMAN ALIEN
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HumanAlien - Amazing videos are here

This is as funny as the world is round and as silly as a jelly is wobbly -
© F I Z Z Y W I G & S M A Z O G Z ©

the Kittywitches of Great Yarmouth
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M I N D M E L D - For more amazing video clips, click here

Documentary Smaz & Fizz played a part in. Idea suggested by Fizzywig & made into Reality with 'The Quill Creative Writing Group'

Tribal Tapestry
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http://www.metacafe.com/watch/466690/tribal_tapestry/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/854229/witches_moon_the_trial/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1315702/gene_us/

SMAZOGZ POETRY

2008-10-02T20:59:00.009+01:00

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Self-Portrait of Yours Truly

2008-07-10T21:58:00.000+01:00

WElCoMe, Dr. SmaZogZ is tHe NamE -

A-Z of Smazogz Poetry Uploaded (over 150 works)

2008-06-23T22:48:00.002+01:00

SMAZOGZ INFINITUUM OF THOUGHT presents his very own A to Z poetry -

At last, the vast majority of MY poems are now available for the WHOLE world to see. Covering aspects associated to many areas of LIFE.

WORDS are indeed a powerful media, a massively influencing forms of communication.... words are what have evolved from grunts and inscriptions finger drawn in sand.

How did I get into poetry and writing in general ?
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Since 7 to 8 years old when I first started learning storywriting in English. I wrote a story about a tree that ate people (they were still alive and could walk around the inside of the tree) and one about a massive staircase ascending into the sky - which led to a cuboid glass complex (like infrastructure of a Borg ship) at Middle School !!!

Next main accolade inspired me from a couple of mates, Kieran Spurr and Dave Lamb. We were the only 3 guys in Home Economics (Cookery) [this is last 2 years of High School]. I was in HE as I moved school and couldn't take computing as an option as all the places had been taken !!!!!

So subsequently we (the 3 of us) tended to F*&^ around a fair bit (having a table to ourselves too !!!! :) -savoured memories - :).

I wrote a story one day during a HE lesson called "HE Revision is Crap" which caused much laughter from my table - then I went from strength to strength.

During High School I got into a fair bit of trouble (got caned twice, countless detentions, lines for taking p*&& out of swimming tutor, banished to outside classrooms, put on special report, told to be quiet 1,233,454 times during years of 1984 to 1988.

After High School
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Lots of mad stuff was going through my mind back then, I was tripping on acid after I left school. I ended up going on a "Get the kids of the streets scheme" - referred to by the then conservashitive government as a "Youth Training Scheme". Tripping was great fun, I remember walking into the Kings Arms on Northgate Street in Yarmouth totally blottoed on them - all my mates were pissed (all underage - no one gave "as much" as a f^%k" in those days) and there I was tripping by eye sockets out. WEIRD how the memory stuck !!

Naturally my writing continued - I was well into my metal by this time and there was nothing I enjoyed more that listening to a bit of Pestilence, Bolt Thrower or Megadeth (to name but 3) with a FN massive Herbie in my hand and a pen in the other.

Post Near-Death Experience (1991)
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After I tripped my brain into a state of close disrepair my affiliation with LSDic journeys came to an abrupt end.

......cue another recollection......

Was working down amusement arcade (Golden Nugget on Yarmouth seafront), was Tuesday evening (had Wed and Thurs off) - so I planned to spend them tripping.

Sorted the deed - £5 for 3 flying keys. Put them in matchbox, continued work.

How many ::: 1 now 2 tomorrow or 2 now and 1 tomorrow ??
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This question appeared to me in a very Shakespearean manner - I decided to choose the 3rd undefined factor (like the silly inexperienced trip-artist that I was) - which was TAKING ALL 3................ OOOOPS, whatta a mistakea toa makea.

Took all an hour before I left work so I would be "fleeing" by the time I got home - fleeing out of my tiny mind I was later to discover.

Was around 23:40-midnight, Prisoner Cell Block H was on or was about to, or had ended when suddenly my body went into convulsionary overload.

I remember having my name shouted at me loudly by my BRUVVA - I came around from wherever the f*&^ it was - that I was. My mind was filled with all sorts of shit literally flying around at 1,000 miles an hour.

As metaphors go I think this defines the experience well; Imagine an hourglass/egg timer. It is figure 8 shape. Imagine our brain like a figure 8 - we think our thoughts which are then channeled before speaking. The channel is the fuse.

Imagine now all the sand in the hour glass travelling though that confined space all at once - the hourglass would be very likely to break. Our brains are no different.

They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die so I know I came close as I seen all sorts of stuff during and after that episode.

.....When back at work I was an emotion wreck BIG TIME, and I mean REALLY BIG TIME. I would walk around polishing machines when I would 'just' FLASHBACK and see images that I saw during the experiece - talk about disorientating.

I saw (I think) an older version of myself during the experience who was VERY ANNOYED with me. Not going into graphical detail, I not thought about this shit for ages now - and I tell you I was scared shitless of myself for some time after the experience.

BUT HOW IS ALL THIS RELEVANT
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Many of you will already know that taking LSD and magic mushrooms WILL HAVE a MASSIVE influence on your over all perception, outlook and appreciation for LIFE. This is true in my works.

Over the years (tripping stopped at 21, I am now 35 (till 2009) I got over myself and did trip ONCE again, to prove to myself that I was not scared of my own psychee/ID/spirit or whatever you want to call it.

I knew that being a creative person my trips could transcent into a reality only real to me - leaving in reality seen by others the complete opposite.

So yeah, tripping and getting wasted on grass and speed in my late teens to early twenties was a part of my life I do not regret.

The things I experienced and the ways I feel are all relevant to SMAZOGZ, the person I have become - an ethreal hybrid existing in a protoplasmic landscape grafted by sand ants......

What else can I say.

I enjoy life, hope you do. Your comments and thoughts are appreciated.

Help yourself and your friends out of the dark into the light.

Share the words of SMAZOGZ

Love peace - people and Planet Earth

Accept your flaw - and climb to the next - hope SMAZOGZ can offer a hand of support.

I'd say God be with you, but I'm not religious....

I will say however "Wind, Fire, Water and Air be with you" instead.

..............+ Smazogz + Infinituum + of + Thought +...............

Smazogz Poems Z

2008-06-23T22:46:00.000+01:00

SORRY - No Listings for Z.

Smazogz Poems X

2008-06-02T18:37:00.000+01:00

No Listings for X.

Smazogz Poems Y

2008-06-02T18:32:00.000+01:00

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

Ask for a hand

What can you do?

A million and one things more

Than I‘ll ever ask of you

Potently powerful

Constantly duplicating

in case of a RAID

Unplugged - battery powered

As we walk Marine Parade

Palm in hand

Clandestine manned

See through connection

Via orbit – unmanned !

My excursion is your incursion

As my empty hours occupy your time

Poking - prodding - alphabetically

On the plastic peripheral of your mind

By : Andrew J. Smazogz 19^th Oct 2005

Smazogz Poems W

2008-06-02T13:54:00.001+01:00

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.

18^th 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

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

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

ȸȥȤ ζθ ȸȥȤȸζθ ȸ ȥȤȸζθ ȸ

Smazogz Poems V

2008-06-02T13:14:00.002+01:00

VISIONARY GONE BERSERK

©SmAzogZ

TOO MUCH INFORMATION HAS BEEN STUDIED ! ! !

A LOGICAL CONCLUSION CAN NOT EVER BE REACHED ! ! ! !

THE IMAGES OF PERFECTION WHICH YOU WISH TO BE ! ! ! !

ARE ALL, I’M AFRAID, JUST CAPTIONS OF WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE ! ! ! !

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V a l e n t i n e 140205

F I Z Z 4 S M A Z

It’s Valentine’s Day

Hurray, hurray

When lover’s kisses take them into dream worlds of play

War takes a vacation

On this sacred day

Appreciate our beating hearts instead

It is the only way

Put down your implements of destruction

Celebrate, placidly function

Forget about your grievances

How many of them are actually yours to worry about anyway?

There’s plenty of time to worry about that the rest of the year

Now is not the time of obliteration or exclusion

Now is the time to hold close to you the things you hold dear

Matters need not be complicated

Into the banqueting love of Valentine we all disappear

Where sight and vision is unhindered

This is what we should portray highest

No matter the time of the year

Kiss your Valentine’s lips. Red, inviting and crystal clear

Let the whole world around you hear

Because…

It’s Valentine’s day

Hurray, Hurray

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VIKING SKIES

In a multi-coloured sky

Contrasts far from blue

Stand on a wooden Viking ship

Weary the studious crew

Sun sets into the distance

Under-shades of darkening orangey red

Swan headed beacon

Curved, crafted like wood

By the gentle coaxing of the seabed

The normally yellow orb shines indefinitely

Yet not in our eyes

Our boat is not fast enough

To keep up with the sunset ~ or the sunrise.

Purple clouds seem eerily hallucinogenic

An arranged confusion of colour, abstractly photogenic

From there ~ at the end of the pier

Standing with my thoughts I coalesce

Temperature drops as evening sets in

Jumper on

From this sight I simply cannot digress

Written by : Andrew 'Smazogz' (part of the QUILL writing organisation) On the date of : 260303

This poem expresses my opinion for the painting entitled "Across the bay" from an exhibition of artwork as drawn by Mark Burrell which was on display at the Sea Change Gallery in March 2003.

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2008-06-02T13:08:00.003+01:00

UNWORTHY &

UNEMPLOYED

Do I look like a bull?

No.

Then stop feeding me shit.

Do I look like a half-wit?

No.

Then stop treating me like one.

Am I that incomprehensible?

Pardon?

Who are ‘you’ to judge ‘me’ - - - anyway ? ? ?

Do I speak poor English?

Am I below your level of education?

Do you think of me as a brainless gimp,

With not a milligram of intelligence?

That is the way it seems

So screw you.

Screw you to hell.

You try to deny me of what is mine.

You don’t come anywhere near my decision-making processes.

Calm, calm. You expect me to keep calm.

Tsssch, I was until I walked into this place.

Your mellow colour scene paid for by taxpayers cash is garish.

All the wages paid to these people are out our pockets!

I give.

You give nothing back

Cos most of your budget has been channelled into Iraq.

I suggest.

You deny.

You blemish where I strive.

At least I know what it is like to have my own life.

Words by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ ©2610-2004-1149 (after an argument with job centre (why I refused to complete a mandatory dumbass course). Had money stopped by them consequently – then went on to get student loan and studied HND degree in computing.)

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2008-06-02T12:49:00.002+01:00

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TWISTED SPIRAL

Written by : Andrew 'Smazogz' July 2003

Twisted spiral

You are just a line

Coiled up

Space saving?

Twisted spiral

Dizzy fool

Stretched to full length with a

Tensile testing tool

Twisted spiral >

Straight line > chorus

No difference >

Twisted spiral

Weighted winch

Edge of seats

Outside, inside

Stay away

Moring, afternoon

Refrain from asking to play

Moonlight, sunlight

Travel too far

Pluto, neptune

One, three four

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T H E H I E R A R C H Y

O F D O M I N A T I O N

Words: © Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 1^st Aug 2004

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Man can be Master. Man can be slave

But never the King of what he is trying to save

Man can be bad. Man can be good

But he can Master no disguise, no matter the fineness of his hood

Man can move mountains. Some seek an eternity within

But the particles of all standing structures

Wither – under the rules of Cronos

After a few millennia - they are Gonnos

Man can control machines. Man has the power to make monsters

But out of all the somber tolls encountered nature outperforms them all

Man can create things a billion times his own weight

Man has split what he essentially is, but

What he has spilt he cannot absorb

Man controls many. But what controls man?

The hierarchy of domination is in whose hands?

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T H E L E A R N I N G P O E M

How are we to read what is not written in words?

How are we able to understand the cats and the birds?

How are we to learn what we do not yet know?

Do you know Jabe?

No, neither do I

I love to learn though. Finding out can be good fun

I try to learn something new everyday, under both moon and sun

I may learn from my one of my books or a computer game or a video

The Hungry Caterpillar, Fireman Sam, Putt-Putt, Pingu and Tiny Planets

Whether it be from my teachers & Teaching Assistants

Or from Mum’s and Dad’s

Or Nanna’s, Grandma’s, Granddad’s, Aunt’s and Uncle’s and

Great Grandparents all help us along.

My Granddad who is 76 still teaches me things and I am 31

People never stop learning.

No matter how old or young they are

My oldest friend is called Earnest. He is an amazing 89

He tells me things that really interest me

It can be surprising how much a person can teach you

I hope who ever reads this is still learning

So:-

How are we to read what is not written in words?

By concentrating with our brains and

By learning how to control our brains

How are we able to understand the cats and the birds?

Cats and birds are different sorts of life.

They cannot help us to read or write,

However, they are a very important part of our world.

How are we to learn what we do not yet know?

This is the most complicated question.

To do this we need to learn from everything we can

Sometimes this can take a very, very long time to do

But if we concentrate extra hard then we will win

Finishing off all the questions wearing a big, happy grin

By:- Andrew Smazogz 241104

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TEAR WASHED STONES

By : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 240103 ea1730

HARD LIKE ROCK

COLD LIKE SNOW

FROZEN SOLID

NO WINDS BLOW

STOOD STILL

STARING

EYES DRY

LONESOME SKY

TWINKLE GONE

ISLAND SUNK

CONDEMNED FOREVER

BOTTOM BUNK

LIVING

MOTIONLESS

HOPELESS

EMOTIONLESS

CARCASS BAKING

UNFRIENDLT SUN

THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

THE ESCULATOR TO HELL

? WHICH ONE AM I ON ?

FEELING CROSS

ON A CROSS

SHAPE OF THE CROSS

STERILE IMPURITY

LOSS

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THE FOURTH CHAPTER

We start as babies

Swaying like Weetabix in a field

We lunch as teenagers

As our blooms yield

We grow into adults

Like roast Sunday dinners

We evolve into cups of Horlick’s

Furthest away from beginners

My appetite is not satisfied

Is it not my time to go

My old walnut brain is agile

Yet the rest of my faculties run slow

I started as an unseen ideology

Fingers and toes evolve. Womb bound

A foetus developing focus

Long gone are the close heart beat sounds

I grew from a baby into a child

Learning almost as much as I could

Then from a child into a man

To a place where my own Father once stood

I had to start shaving

Chest hairs grew

I felt as if I knew more when I was younger

How can this be true?

It’s one of the many things I ponder

As I look out of my bungalow’s patio window

Into the yonder

Sitting here this way

Lost in thoughts of my own device

Looking back I have always been an absconder

Written by ‘Andrew Smazogz’ for a good friend ‘Earnest Peaford’

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^THE AR-GONE-AUT

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Physical matter depleted

Heart’s beating life – defeated

Breathing no more

A historic face from before

Unhappiness looms

Cremations, tombs

Ash in a marble urn

Flesh and friendship burn

Eyes keep leaking

Cannot forget the loss

A martyr, a friend

A master, a boss

Not here for years

But never far away

Will we meet again ?

I hope there shall be such a day

Tears, lightly salted cheeks

Ancestors, come and go every week

Memories of loving achievements

Notes eternally recorded onto parchments

Dear, oh dear, oh dear

I feel like crying again

To compose another tune with you

Would quosh our pains

But no. Not meant to be

Jase – you argonaut

I hope you are in the place

You wanted to be.

19^th Nov 2003

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The Chasm of Infinitely Descending

& Unchangeable Conclusions

Our chariots ride

Our mechanisms slide

Our wheels clutter over the dust road stones

Until we get to the edge ~ cliff top groans

High ranks ~ underneath you

Category ~ unable to defeat you

Falling ~ the million mile drop

No arms long enough ~ to hold on to you

Falling endlessly, vacuum packed, eyes seeing

The body is left by the mind before entering spirit world

Where doors of flashing colours float aimlessly & amicably by

No touchable items exist here. A state sometimes referred to as dream

Eyeballs become waterfalls

As essence of spirituality is grabbed for ~ so much harder than before

Brain becomes like an aqueduct ~ not wanting to let the water go

Existing within a realm of impossibility, beyond all of man’s great feats

A story known by us all.

Hearts in rhythm ~ missing beats

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THE COLLAPSE OF NON-CONFORMITY

Written by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 010903

Conscious awareness

You surround my mind

Spiritual awakening

Even those with eyes are blind

Havoc plays

Thin carpeting underlays

The church’s aisles untread

I’ll be remembered here

But.…. If I’m here now then I must already be dead

Expression on my face

White changes into black lace

Through true darkness fades

My macabre record collection plays

Wall knocking

Head tapping

Mental slapping

Ice cream pudding maggot display

Thirty years of survival

The collapse of non-conformity

Is here to stay

I am that and that has always been my way

Right up until my last hair turns grey!

I lived it in my teenage years

Met God, held his hand

Went down to Hades

Studied the mastery of wizardry there

Came back upto the surface

To society, to life, back to you lot

I’m telling my story

Some contains solitude, quandrical rot

Unrelenting questioning

Looking forward, whilst facing back

Father Christmas, without a sack

I need a holiday abroad

How about a week in Iraq?

I am here to stay

I ain’t goin’ back

Cos I am already everywhere

My essence is my pressence

And this breathable organ of unappraised world covering

Entire integral aloneness is my supporter

My self supporter and my soul supporter

I know more than man needs to

And in my fraility I shall board the steam train, with the Yorkshire porter

Who shall play to me loud trance, until the entrance

At which point I shall be en-tranced

To be forever held within the oxy-genie whom allows us to live now

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The factory where they used to fix the robots

(title taken from film 'Midnight Express'.) © Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 29^th June 2006

Shouted, insane conversations still run along the halls

Imprinted by hoards of the insane or mentally sick

With stories behind reasons

That could turn a person’s face white

Daily administrations of psycho-active

Soothing, blocking, barricading derivatives

With side effects being more painful to endure

Than the original form of illness

Multi-coloured pills yielded from –

clinically gowned, polyurethane glove wearing nurses

Protected 24 hours a day

Within the confides of a twenty foot tall wall

Inmates never left alone - under constant supervised guard

Talking to each other and themselves

In a ‘secret garden’ kind of yard

Reliving the moments that never ended

Pulling on strings of loss that never mended

Captivated at night in over sterile cells

Some sleeping like sheep in flocks

Some raging all hours of the night

Until a sedative impounds their physical functionality

Nullified energies gaze emotionlessly back

With a barrage of prescribed drugs

Pilfering intelligence and soul

Rendering recipients into useless and slack invertebrates

In a devolved form of status

Unaware of the life behind the wall

Scarred minds that were once jovial and care free

Amalgamate together in a pretentious swarm

For many poor souls there could be no going back

An instance in their lives changed them

Something they were born with that can never grow

Keeps them a hostage to themselves

Both Hostile and friendly – Occasionally reaching out

The factory where they used to fix broken robots

Held for eternity in a mystical, Non-Mitigating silent shout

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THE HIGHEST HEIGHT

Take my hand

Step outside

Out of the universe

Out of your mind

Take my feet

Hold on tight

Don't let go

Or you'll splat from this height

Take your arms

Raise them up

Adjoin them at the palms

So the midnight air you can sup

Take who you are

Divide yourself into two

Use glass as a mirror

It's easier to see through

Leave your shoes behind

Board the helter-skelter

Go dizzy

As it unwinds

Pick yourself up

Take the flight again

To the highest height

Freakin' out your own brain

Fall, free fall

Madness, through its eye

Emptiness, weightlessness

Spinning spiralettes, me and you

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The Long Ladder

My hands are stretched out in front of me on the cold, metal rungs of a ladder

My feet are without socks and shoes

The grass is wet under my feet

I am shaking in trepidation

I have never done anything like this before

A hand emitting friendly vibes is placed on my left shoulder

A voice, sounding quite gruff speaks “Up ya go then”

Instinctively my left arm stretches high, before my biceps and triceps lock

In an effort to support my weight

My right hand follows suit

My knees bend then straighten with each repetition – stepping up one rung at a time

Each one bringing me closer to the top of the ladder

Each one taking me from the familiar Earth’s hold

Counting each rung – 90, 91, 92 . . . . . . .

With my neck pushed back as far as my muscles will allow

The top of the ladder is no where in view

An instinct causes me to feel uncertain - then tells me to climb back down –

But then straight after this notion - my instinct then sees

Foreseeable embarrassment – which pushes me on – against my better judgement

Sweat droplets start seeping through my skin. My hands get clammy

Giving me less grip & a feeling or vertigo

I stop and rest, waiting for this phase of dizziness to pass

Mind over matter. I can do this. I trust the people around me – who set this event up

Concentrating on where my feet and hands are as I climb

Thinking of nothing else until . . .. aaah, at last – the final rung

“You alright there, mate?” a younger, softer sounding voice says “Take my hand”.

Reaching upward, in an instance - a firmness of grip between us is established.

A second arm connects with my elbow as I disembark from the ladder

Now here I am way up high in the air – almost as high as the clouds it seems

Guided by a lifeguard – as the final few steps to the side begin.

My brain starts to feel light, due to the fact that I am standing on the edge of a diving platform. I feel like a ant stood next to an elephant.

Still being led by the arm, my feet curve down and

press against the side of the diving board

The soft voice speaks again “In your own time. No rush.”

The supporting palm unwraps from my elbow so I am stood without support

With my eyes closed I contemplate the half a mile plunge

Imagining how I will look on the way down

As straight as an arrow, as composed as an email

Heart starts fluttering, speeding up, without asking my arms take it upon themselves to raise high into the air, then I sense my knees starting to bend slightly. My shoulders hunch, a final inhalation of breath before the plummet………….. Then that’s it. I am away …..Freefalling….., Freefalling……….., Freefalling some more

Scenery of clouds and mountains rush by in a rushing blur, like a missile – course set

Feeling the weightlessness and acceleration as physics follows its path

…..Freefalling….., Freefalling………., Freefalling some more

Knocking, knocking – on heaven’s door

THEN, after what seems like no time at all I splash, - deep, deep into the waters

The speed of impact and shock to the system temporarily confuses

….But I haven’t got time to be confused

…..I am submerged by at least 10 metres of water

…..Uncertain of which way is up

Fear and panic of not breathing air again flash through my mind like lightening

The air in my body makes me naturally start to rise

Then my hands and feet start kicking – as soon as I’ve realised

“Nice jump, straight as a dart” the somewhat croaky voice announced.

As I was hoisted onto a small, luxurious yacht

Then taken back to shore – heart still racing like a full throttle engine

For all my inhibitions and hesitations – I want to go and do it again.

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The Lord wasn't a shepherd he was one of the sheep

The Lord is my shepherd

Your soul I cross

You were the one up there

Suffering for everyone elses loss

You feeble fable

Didn't you think of having a spy at the table

For that last meal, before that devious fucker closed the deal

Call yourself my Lord

You should wear a face that fits

You should of slayed the fucker instead of turning the other cheek

You should of given the power to the war lords and hung the meek

If you had of done that your job wouldn't of taken an entire week

I hate you Lord, as much as I hate myself

Maybe I should be hung or nailed to the wooden symbol too

Yeah, yeah, I hate all of you townsfolk looking up to me

You are the dictated to fools who put me here

- Do you really just expect me to just hang around silently then die ? -

"Well, I did"

"I know you did Jesus, and for doing that I think you're a complete flid"

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THE POTTY POTATO

BOILING AWAY LIKE A DUG POTATO LAYING ON A FIELD

UNABLE TO MOVE BECAUSE OF THE INTENSE HEAT

MY ARMS AND LEGS SIZZLING THEN STARTING TO BURN

CONTROL OF FACULTY SLOWS

THE NEAREST SHADE IS THE RUSTED, METAL ROBUSTNESS OF A COMBINE HARVESTER

I ROLL MYSELF OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

OVER HEATING ALMOST TO THE POINT OF PASSING OUT

LAYING THERE. EYES CLOSED. PORES WORKING OVERTIME

A SEAGUL DROPS IN FROM ABOVE AND TAKES A PECK ON MY SKIN

BEAK HELD I DROOP HELPLESSLY IN FLIGHT

LOOKING DOWN AT THE COWS IN THE FIELD BELOW

FEELING SCARED AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING MISPURPOSELY DROPPED

MY FEAR SOON ABANDONS ME AS THREE HUNGRY BEAKS PECK AND PIERCE MY SKIN MORE

HIGH UP IN A BIRDS NEST, BEING INGESTED BIT MY BIT

LUCKILY A STRONG GUST OF WIND WOBBLES THE NEST’S BRANCH

I AM TOSSED INTO THE AIR LIKE A HOLLOW SCOTCH PANCAKE

A FARMER ON HIS HORSE AND CART PASSES UNDER

A NEW LIFE FOR THIS POTATO BEGINS AMONGST BAILS OF MID-TRANSIT HAY

THE FARMER LOOKS AROUND AFTER HEARING A SOUND

BUT SEES NOTHING

DAZED AND STILL SWELTERING I, THE SPUD, MAKE A JUMP

INTO A CLUSTER OF BLACKBERRIES I FALL

AND THERE I LAID FOR TWO NIGHTS AND TWO DAYS

COOLED DOWN AT LONG LAST

RELAXING – UNTIL SCAMPERING FEET

OF TWO SONS WITH THEIR FATHER COLLECTING SQUISHY BAUBLES TO MAKE WINE

“LOOK, DAD. A SPUD.” “WHAT’S THAT DOING HERE?”

“GOD KNOWS. LOOKS LIKE WE’LL BEING HAVING CHIPS TONIGHT!”

Written by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 060804 in Bro+Chez’s garden whilst on hols there with FizzyWig

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The Power of Voiceless Speech

Sentences leave their mark where voices once spoke

Words create smiles and warmth with their glow

A sonata can bring complete contentment

A stanza can explain exactly what is meant

Bad vibes can be set aside with a well structured phrase

Picturing the idealism of almost every persons gaze

Putting down the scythe of verbal pledge calms situations

Written qualms can return a more rational decision

Tempers can soar. Words can become mean.

Misinterpreted in their contexts of what they actually mean.

Words are read at leisure, at a personalised pace

Without the need of some ranting reamer reciting…

…Paragraph after paragraph to your face

Displayed in places of public areas

Messages reach far more than the spoken word.

What is heard can be easily dismissed

What’s in front of your face has to be observed

Guaranteed people will think about what they have seen

Even if words from their lips remain to be seen

The power of voiceless speech is not a new thing

With the right application prosperity is brings

Like an angel granting the occurrence of dawn

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THE STANDING MAN (aka Gordon)

At the entrance to Broad row

As usual stands the person with no where to go

His face unshaved, behind his fingernails unwashed

A mental breakdown in his past ~ left his soul mostly quashed

The months upon months of begging

To the general public a foul smell

Bare feet protruding from shoes, unstitched

A standing representation of himself, depicted in hell

If I asked about his dilemma would I really want him to tell

My hand feels the small amount of cash I have

But his alchemy turns cups of tea into bottles of diamond white

I remember we saw him in the graveyard one day

He was there, dancing around, celebrating in solitude

I don’t think he knew we were there watching

Then, dizzy, with his arms out he fell, laid on the grass, sprawled out

His eyes closed, playing through his savoured memories under this sun’s intensity

Along Broad row, outside the snooker hall, next to K.F.C.

Never far from the vicinity of

Standing there, asking for change, standing some more, even in the heaviest of rain

I often wonder what is going though Gordon the tramp’s brain

I wonder if his world is always cloudy, or if to him it is plain!

Long live this traveller, this ponderer.

Written by & ©: Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 241003

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The Start of a New Year

Loud noise and celebration fill the air

For just a moment the heavens thunder in a flashing flair

All of the good times and bad times from the last year are

Thought of one more time

Before a final exhalation

Granting ourselves

Honorary exaltation

Thoughts cast wider to the open shell called our earth

Where aspirations of others have to be given a wider berth

Turn into a redundant epiphany of shock wave might

The New Year brings welcoming promises

Yet also tumultuous, panic rendering states

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THE VOICE OF FALSE PROPHECY

Written by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’

Mellowness, serenity, peace

Help to make the world a safer, better place

There’s enough room on the planet

For the entire human race

Words from your lips hide deception

I think accusation is what you actually seek

Subtraction then apprehension of the weak

Fresh confrontations spiral into chaos

Clouds of soft, fluffy white

Turn red then start to fight

Feelings of violence attain height

It’s your fault alright

When scales are of an even keel

You’re more than happy to offer a good deal

But when to a disadvantage they are tilted

A swift elbow of non-caring is dealt

Everybody with exception of yourself is wilted, jilted

Personal demons

Paired with encountered ugliness from a marred past

Scale down the scope of possibility and achievement which

Could be so vast

If the world pulled together we could map the entire universe by the year Three thosand

But the way we’re heading we’ll end up like the Vesuvians

Immortalised by a burial in ash and sand

So take heed, oh voice of false prophecy

As your words are as see through as vodka

Your pledge of mellowness, serenity, peace and safety

Is all a ploy from what you are and what you want to be

Your lies are a crystal clear conspiracy

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THE WEAKNESS OF THE LIGHT

There is always darkness

Even in light

Hidden away invisibly

Maimer of second sight

Warlords mimic

Dance of the fools

Determination fails

Detrimental tool

Darkness runs riot in the light

Invocating emotions of violence and spite

The dark manifestation increasing in height

Perception altering, eyes glow bright white

Such strength, forgotten and gone

Fogged over, conclusion forlorn

Happiness of mind changes into scorn

What I see in front of me – sick images of porn

They say light is our saviour

So tell me why does God wield a sword

The darkness had never lost

It just let the light think it had won

Then to re-emerge

When the guarding forces of light are all gone

The world rages

Birds die in cages

Politicians think they’re mages

As dissatisfaction rages

Across the parish

Across the district

Across the oceans

Across the world

People salute in their despair

Putting bullshit faith

Into the power of God

Its centreline torn

Similar

Identical

Verbatim

Transgression of globe

Hindered

Down trodden

Misled

By the devil in a robe

Past heaven

Into hell

Through our past

Looking through the future‘s looking glass

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The Fire Spewing Paradox of Encumbering Discharge

I am the strongest. I will never fall.

I give you your abilities to stand so tall.

I am the one which will outlive you all.

I am the dominant one covering this suspended ball

. . .

I am the one that you cannot see

The one that you can not yet control.

I represent the unlikely, the murky & cold

I am the referee of reincarnation with the authority to move the goal.

. . . .

You try to defy and decide my path

Well I’ll tell you this for nothing

You little irrelevant miscreants

It’ll be me who has the last laugh.

. . . . .

Covering me from the sun

Covering me with earth

Weighing me down with your industrial ties

I want rid of you little bacterial blighters.

. . . . . .

I want my built-upon body razed and tanned

Time for another catastrophe from the stomach of my unstudied depths.

For the mid of night it’s planned

You’ve well and truly overstepped my mirth

. . . . . . .

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The first thing written by Andrew Smazogz 160503

The first thing I see when when my eyes awarnesses are arisen, is that sun of ours, through my window.

The first thing I think about is where is my post, also the first infringing thought of the day. Bills to pay.

The first thing I thirst for is a cup of fine, duet sugar cube, dancing, until a splosh, into ~ tea

The first thing I taste, duvet in my mouth, is the limescale from yesterday - already built up around my teeth

The 1st things opened are the cream, floral curtains - not ideal, but pleasant sun blockers, from pre-owner's choice.

The first noises heard at the UPVC, double glazed windows opening occurs are from high pitched squarks & squeals

of the birds, squirrels & rabbits outside.

The first electrical connection is the kettle, the first appraisal is to the lord, Tap

Closely followed by the computer switched on, a name changing technical achievement - currently known as Wap.

I leave windows to get its socks on & boot up

The first decision is either herbal or minty tasting toothpaste. Herbal usally wins.

The first piece of shining cuttlery to leave the multi-sectioned drawer was a spoon

The first alien antibodies in my mouth are un-usually aqua-freshey, replenishing your sinuses also, like a tune

For the first time that day plastic bristles need to be the microphones to your teeth brushing orchestrastrations

For the first time that day my now fading in thickness scooby doo flannel goes to my face, soap & water dribbles.

The first digital noise reminds me of the road runner cartoon, it is the cd drive going 'beep beep.'

The first time since last night,the same cd to which I fell asleep to starts, remembering the keybord. seep, deep.

The 1st distraction is the 1st of many closer sounding healed footsteps from outside, to the post office up the road?

The 1st voices are heard conversing at just before 1/4 to 9. Usual primrose annecdotes & comments, weather fine.

The first thing I see when I come back in, tea & peanut butter coated toast, (I like crunchy the most), in hand

Is the 'Ejay' logo, suspended as an implement, a top quality, hour eating, music composing program.

The first bite mark from the toast appeared well before the plate touched down

The 1st piece of cuttlery imposed itself on the computer desk's array, there became a collection of 6 items, that day

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THE

SCALES

EQUILIBRIUM

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A THOUGHT IS JUST A THOUGHT

THE ANSWER ALWAYS EQUATABLE TO EVERY SUM EQUALS NOUGHT

LOGICAL JUDGEMENTS CAN EITHER CONTINUE OR THWART

IN THE SCALES OF EQUILIBRIUM THINGS CAN BECOME CLEAR OR CAN DISTORT

WHEN ONE EMOTION IS FOCUSED ON OTHERS BECOME LESS SIGNIFICANT

THE PLEASURE ~ PAIN BARRIER, THE PRISONER ~ THE HIEROPHANT

THE DECIDING CAST WHICH WINS BRANS THE FEELING MOST RELEVANT

THE FEEL GOOD FACTOR, THE FEEL BAD FACTOR

BOTH HANDS ARE OF THE SAME TYRANT

SO TAKE ONE OF YOUR THOUGHTS

THE FIRST WHICH COMES INTO YOUR HEAD

STUDY IT, PERCEIVE IT FROM ANGLES

MAKE WHAT YOU KNOW MISLED AND

PURPOSELY MISREAD

EITHER WAY THE PATH EVENTUALLY ADJOINS TO THE SOURCE

THE SOURCE OF ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE, IS HERMAPHRODITIC ONENESS

A SINGLE VOICE CANNOT MAKE AN UNBIAS JUDGEMENT!

THE SCALES OF EQUILIBRIUM

QUIBBLE

THE WEIGHTS ON EITHER SIDE

COMMUNIST PAIRED WITH LIBERAL

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The Truth

IF WE FOUND THE TRUTH

WOULD WE LIKE WHAT WE FIND?

WOULD WE FEEL CONDEMNED OR REFINED?

WHATEVER THE ANSWER

THE END RESULT IS THE SAME

IT WOULD MAKE US ADDRESS OUR OWN SOCIAL AWARENESS

AND MAKE US WANT THE WORLD TO GET ON AND PROGRESS

IF WE FOUND OUR TRUTH WAS A LIE WOULD WE HAVE TO

CLAMBER DEFEATED INTO OUR FRYING PAN, DUNGEONESQUE MINDS AND FRY ?

By : Andrew Smazogz April 2006

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THE VISIONARY

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It was breezy in the wake of the visionary

He had to study and foresee deep into his awakenings

To ascertain the multiple reasons for his reign

One incarnation looks into the next

To feed on what is seen

Reactions from the futures pre-tense – in reflections are seen

Conversations, visual reminders, places and surroundings

All assessed

By the wealth of the mind’s inner eye

A powerful temple into which we are blessed

Not impenetrable with a sometimes flawed conception

More that capable of concocting an occasional lie

The clouds in the mind thicken

Getting closer as more cross linking of thoughts occur

Until the storm of neurological, nonsensical spatter has dispersed

Leaving behind in its place

Veritable and farcical domains of thought invoking possibilities

Some contain the absolutely impossible

But one definitely contains the truth

The visionary ponders – then revisits each destination

Living it the way the brain perceives it to be

Playing his part in this multi-screened complexity

Eating popcorn to the theme tune of ‘Pearl and Dean’.

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THE WORLD

OUTSIDE THE MIND

Bounding on the borders of the unfathomable

Bouncing off the girders of galactic genus

Baffled by our outstretched starry overhead mire

Besotted by its magnitude and obscurity

Running the miles of invisible distance between myself and it

Imagining if days gone past or days yet to come

Would support habitation – of our sort

Soil samples and computer enhanced images from the Hubble

Give us an inkling of what else may lay in the rest of this all encompassing bubble.

Day dreaming, night travelling, data translation

Probability from improbability forms

As my mind ponders the fact it

Bleeps out - to beyond - our wakes of knowledge

What a mystery – it must be the biggest on Earth

Compared to its overall size we stand only knee height to an atom

Bounding on the borders – the unfathomable surrounds

Bouncing off the girders – galactic genius has us in its hands

Like bits of plasticine we are morphed into which we evolve

Like sugar spooned into boiling tea – fizzling out in a frenzy as it dissolves

Leaving nothing seen by they eye, leaving only a trace

Leaving microscopic fragments – which we call US – the human race

Existing within a realm outside of the mind

Existing within the world outside the mind

What would happen if something existed where something should not exist. How would the area that should not contain existence react ? Would something be taken from the non-containing area ? Would the thing that may have been taken bear consequence on the fabric of its dependant – namely our world ?

Trying to break through space – into whatever lies thereafter will surely result in a slow but certain dissolution of our universes fabric (ie : putting a finger in a plug socket or disconnecting an electric appliance when it’s still on.)

Without exploration of this kind though where would mankind be – I’ll tell you exactly where they are now – just 100 billions pounds more in debt.

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___They call it Murder___

What makes a person murder ?

What makes a clock tick ?

What makes a heart beat ?

What gives a person the power to…

Render another's life incomplete ?

What pushes that button of excessive revenge ?

What squeezes that trigger ? Who built Stonehenge ?

Are Martians real ? Is there really a God ?

Is there any point in being guarded for life in a cell by PC Plod ?

What drives a person to that point of callousness ?

What drives such vindictiveness to be delivered ?

What drives a person to murder ?

Was it the cards they were dealt ?

Was it unintentional ?

Was it someone else who committed the crime ?

Was rationality replaced with a form of schizophrenia ?

Would this person be likely to re-offend ?

Should they be freed, killed out right or forever condemned ?

Should society have to take that chance ?

Malicious

Un-respectful

Rambo-cidal

Existential

Rite

If I were in charge your

Head would swing from sunrise to night

By Andrew J. Smazogz 9th May 2006

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T H R E A D B A R E E X I S T E N C E

We live our life on strings

Suspended on tender hooks

Relying upon other people’s creations

Electricity, gas, weekly payment books

During childhood, then delinquency

A person is too busy expanding outward to know

As a new generation forms before my eyes

I know that I also will change with this flow

The big, wide world seems smaller now

Its intricacies become present ~ as interests alter with age

Glitches in the sky

Tremors from underground

Undefined materia

Ever inflating value of the pound

I climb the string which stretches up into the sky

I try to climb to its end which is out of sight

When after years of climbing I arrive at the top

Now I am the one that is out of sight !

In a place where meaning has lost its right

Out of this world of restraint

Into a realm, from which I am unable to refrain

Where the emphasis is :-

Just how threadbare our existence are.

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WALKING AROUND

HEAD FACING SOUTH

LANGUAGE SILENCED

SOUNDLESS MOUTH

AMBITIONS SHATTERED

MYTHS STILL MYTH

INTERROGATING PLANET

JURY ~ SMOKING SPLIFF

LEANT FORWARD TREADING

CENTRE OF GRAVITY

FOREHEAD TO A REFLECTION

BRAIN NESTLED

FURTHER OBSERVATIONS UNREQUIRED

LAST DAY OF TERM A MEMORY

LESSONS IN MY EYES

TESTS OF EVERYDAY

SEAGULS FLY AND WALK IN SUITS

DRIVING HOME IN THEIR TYRE TREAD SHOES

THE VIEWS

DON’T CONFUSE

THESE WORDS

UNPERUSED

WRITTEN ON MY FACE

CHIN LIFT TOO SEE

DORMANT, HOODED ENTITY

DO NOTHING TO BE FREE

STOOD WATCHING

EYES CLOSED

ADMIRING EXPERIENCE

THE PAST, THE PRESENT

WARMTH IN MY HEART

COLD TOES

TO BE FREE

A CLEAR EMPTINESS

TO KNOW MY MIND

I NOW DO

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Torched Mutants

Disease released

From a sarcophagus deep

In unsacred ground

Where evil was once the slayer the meek

Heads grow into tyrants

Natural form undresses

Then disfigures

The tyrants then go out of their minds

Committing then re-committing, overkill

Sanctuary disrupted

The aeons of elation fall

Scriptures written in blood

Sick prophets with warped ideas dwell

Wanting to reincarnate then unleash a beast

Air bound human bacterials roam

Seeking out the non deceased

History repeats

More annihilation of the meek

Isolated incidents climb into the thousands

Cemetaries overflow

Warts and boils both external and internal steal

The air from lungs and the skin from heel

Visions witnessed seem overly cold and unreal

Heaped, still breathing

In a state of unsuspended suffering

Oil, petrol, then a flame ignites

More torched mutants

Decimated of their rights

Words by : Andrew ‘Smazogz’ 290904

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TOUCHED A NERVE 020503

Honourable gentleman

You experienced first hand - a world war

I shall never forget the words

You asked of me what your lesser ranked officer asked you

War amidst the tor.

"What is faith", you asked me, and the rest of the group

"Can you put it into words?"

I thought of what you said, I thought about it alot

You a sergeant, looking down from that Appenines spot

When the explanation of that fog covering all

And then from wounds your companion did fall

It touched a nerve, the words from your writings that you read

I have no true experience of war, but I know what it is like to loose a friend

The sentence in your poem called "The Appenines Revisited" said it all

I quote :- "He was lifted into the arms of the Master of love and care"

These words string together to form a sentence, which to me is a brilliance defined

Even although feelings of a cold loss run through my mind.

So I thank you.

I thank you, Earnest

For sharing with me and others around you

Your words.

The world can certainly be a dark & forboding place

So I thank you again, for the use of such illumination & wholly true words

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101010101 Troubled thoughts 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

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101010101 Light evades 0101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 Where darkness is seen 1010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 Negative outcomes before they’ve occurred 10101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 Mar and infect another otherwise glorious day0101111000010101010101010101010101

101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 What is this spybot? 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 This searcher of mistruth 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 Always waiting to analyse my style 10101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 Always wanting my soul in a captivated denial 101010101010101010101010101010101010

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101010101 Integrated in my mind. Locked into my logic. 10101010101010101010101010101010101

010101010 Part of what has happened. Part of what has not. 1010101010101010101010101010101010 101010101 Partially what I expect to happened 10101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 As defined by my previous experience and failed plots 10101010101010101010101010

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010101010 I find it hard not to find fault 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 Imminent that there is one to be found 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

010101010 Overturning billions of mind stones 1010101010101010101101010101010101010101010101

101010101 Oblivious as I search to what else is going on around 0111010100010101000101010

010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 I feel that I am being pried upon 101011111010000100010010000101010101010111010110

010101010 Waiting to put a foot out of place 100010001001000100010010001000100100010001001111

101010101 So that my sanctuary of mental whereabouts 010001000100100010001001000100010010

010101010 Has a reason to be carted off from grace 000100010010001000100100010001001011110

101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 A judge, jury, defense and prosecution rolled into one 0100100010001001000100010010

101010101 So eaten up by the life long battle, too wrapped up in myself 001001000100010010111

010101010 To realise what is going on 1000100100010001001000100010010001000100100010001001

101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010

010101010 This demon 100100010001001000100010010001000100100010001001000100010010111101

101010101 This impossible to rid obnoxious disguise 010001000100100010001001000100010010110

010101010 This 12” vinyl rotating relic needs changing 0010001000100100010001001000100010010

101010101 This paroxysmal obsession confuses the wise 1000100010010001000100101111101111

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101010101 What is the answer? 0010010001000100100010001001000100010010001000100101111001

010101010 What is the counteracting force? 0001000100100010001001000100010010001000100101100

101010101 What is it that is eating me? 100010010001000100100010001001000100010010001000100

010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101

101010101 I’ve tried to work it out. I’ve tried to avoid it 01000100010010001000100100010001001

010101010 I’ve tried to muffle it. I’ve tried to ignore it 010001000100100010001001000100010010

101010101 An insight of questioning words 001000100100010001001000100010010001000100101111

010101010 Runs like an over-clocked processor 0010001001000100010010001000100100010001001

101010101 Through my mind 10001001000100010010001000100100010001001000100010010001011110

010101010 Through my mind 001001000100010010001000100100010001001000100010010001000100

101010101 Looking automatically for more troubled thoughts to find 01000100010010111111

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TURKEY’S CHRISTMAS (life as a Turkey)

NOW IS THE TIME OF YEAR

TO CELEBRATE AND REJOICE

BUT SOME BASTARD HAS SLASHED MY LARYNX

SO I’VE LOST MY FAKKIN’ VOICE

OH YEAH, THIS TIME OF YEAR IS BRILLIANT

I REALLY LOOK FORWARD TO THE YEARLY

MASSACRING OF MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS

BASTED BY BASTARDS, WHAT A WAY TO COME TO AN END

BUY ONE OF US AND GET ANOTHER ONE OF US FREE

HOW FAKKIN’ DEGRADING IS THIS TO MY SPECIES

I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON OUR GOLDEN ROASTED FAT

YOU INTERNALLY LACERATED MISGUIDED TWAT

TOADSTOOLS, NUTS AND MUSHROOMS ARE ALL YOU NEED

SO WHY OH WHY DOES ANOTHER HUTCH OF BIRD NECKS

NEED TO BLEED

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