Tag: poem

Horror Nasty – 28th December 1983

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Don’t wanna watch The Sound of Music
Cos real horror makes me sick

Living zombies of blood and gore
A schizophrenic rotten to the core
Coming after you with a Texas chainsaw
All the kids shout ‘We want more’

A mad axe killer on your TV
A family film for all to see
His guts squirming from his belly
Falling out like fresh set jelly

Oh no they’ve raided the local shop
They’ve put our fetish to a stop
There’s no place that ain’t had the chop
No more films! Over the top!

I need to see blood so I walk the street
Hammer raised ready for someone to beat
Poke out their eyes and cut off their feet
This horror nasty is really neat

Don’t wanna do the sounds of music
Cos real horror makes me sick

Nasty – 27th December 1983

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Killer bee stings me
Rash comes up very nasty
Going to town but I’m going crazy
Sit back and die, too lazy
Nasty me, lazy crazy

20th May 2023 – I’ve only ever been stung by bees one time as I was walking off the paths in the woods at the common near home. I knew almost every inch of the woods, paths, bracken and streams. I didn’t notice these bees though and I don’t know if I did anything to upset them without knowing but I suddenly noticed them buzzing around and then felt two stings on my arms under my shirt which I immediately ripped off. My white school shirt. Why do I remember that detail? Anyway, it wasn’t a pleasant experience and possibly inspired this poem. I’ve since been bitten and stung by a host of other nasties but no more bees or wasps so far.

Property – 16th December 1983

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Destroy ownership
Share and share alike
As long as I can have mine
You try to say without spite
Why follow one fashion
When you don’t know what it’s about?
You hear one sheep bleating
So you can raise your shout
Hide your feelings under a shroud
Tell me you agree with what I say
You never wanted to follow a crowd
But it’s what you do every day

18th May 2023 – Wishing for utopia and telling people that they are wrong.

Untouched Tombs – 15th December 1983

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My body is turning purple with torture
– Set me free from this tortured womb
– From the carnage of this untouched tomb

My head spins in crazy undiminishing circuits
– Like the blood through my purple veins
– Who can tell what it contains?

Push the red button in my profiled face
– My bulging eyes will turn to grey
– It seems that nothing will take the pain away

The gravestones of my memory are dull and black
– The scented roses are screaming blue
– The dirt in my stomach is screaming too

The uncertain moods of painful emotion
– Make me sick with their tiring surprises
– Cos they hide behind so many disguises

My imagination has been hurtfully disturbed
– Been taken over by a rat with a disease
– The pains are bringing me to my knees

Set me free from this tortured womb
From the carnage of this untouched tomb
The blood fed through my purple veins
Who can tell what it contains?
The scented roses are screaming blue
The dirt in my stomach is screaming too
Emotion makes me sick with tiring surprises
Cos they hide behind so many disguises

The rats are in the battleground of my brains
Picking and clawing at the plate of remains
Destroying my soul in this tortured womb
Destroying my brains in the untouched tomb

Annihilation – 14th December 1983

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If we are a new breed
Then we should stick together
We should fight the system
And not fight each other
Annihilation of self
Annihilation annihilation
Annihilation of wealth
Annihilation annihilation
This is the end
And I’ve heard it before
And so have many of you
And many many more

17th May 2023 – By this time punk rock was fracturing into factions and I was frustrated with that.