Month: May 1989
*Riders of the Storm, Lords of Putrefaction – Memorial Hall, Colehill, Wimborne, Dorset, UK – 18th May 1989
Contemplation – 15th May 1989
I’m sat contemplating life and its great intricacies
In times of stupor or swift emergencies
But to relax without any worry
To drift away, without the hurry
To sit contemplating life and its great intricacies
…would be a dream
Poems on this day – 12th May 1989
Miserable Mr Aymes
Don’t talk back, he snapped
Her neck fell apart – she collapsed
The floor is the place for the terrible games
Of the man in black – miserable Mr Aymes
Heady Days
Sometimes I find it hard to keep my head
I haven’t been straight in quite a while
Can’t remember if I’m still alive
I know I’d like to die in style
Martyr
Life a flower you clipped a week ago
I’ve wilted in the summer sun
Cut at the roots, still stuck in the ground
I can’t pretend I’ll be here long
In my short time on this here earth
I try to consider what I’ve achieved
Not a lot I say to myself
‘Cos I’m dying for what I believed
Incinerator – 11th May 1989
The product of a burning hell
Stomachs turn at the molten smell
Of bubbling flesh and ruptured skin
Found a box to put yourself in
The incinerator is here, have you heard the news
Say it’s your turn to pay your dues
Victim of Insanity – 10th May 1989
Spent my life in a rush
Nearly died in the crush
Broke down, aged twenty three
A victim of insanity
Heavy Metal Lyric – 9th May 1989
The galloping horses of impending doom
Are drawing ever closer
The storm clouds of hell
Are looming ever nearer
The virgin pure is kneeling
Trembling at the altar
The vision of death I comprehend
Is becoming ever clearer
Death, blood, sex, satan, alcohol
Spit beaaugh puke aahhh
Poems on this day – 9th May 1989
Ten Men
Ten clever men sat smelling the orchids
Then ten clever men started feeling awkward
When ten clever men – psychiatrists
Examining each other’s peculiar twists
Ten clever men started again
Repeated the session over and over again
Discovered not as clever as had thought
Ten men – a lesson had been taught
Abstract as a Function
World – grows bigger every day
We’ll sink into the sea before I get a say
The sky’s choke on poison we dare not breathe
If I had a chance I’d like to leave
This is abstract around me
Something we can see
Drinking Problem
I have no drinking problems as your scars will show
I have no drinking problems ‘cos I told you so
I can take my drink – I don’t drink much
Drinking problems – I have none as such
You’re the one who has the problems
The black eye, the cigarette burns
Everyone laughs at you
Hell, even I do
I couldn’t do half the things you say
I can’t remember them anyway
Frisby
Throw your frisby to a friend
Repeat it over again
Try and catch it if you will
Throw it back harder still
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