“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Cold eyes watch the quiet shuffle
Into the box of hungry confession
A crust of bread, two glasses of water
A dogmatic ritual obsession
Mary and St John aside the cross
Glare ominous at this loathsome boy
Bowing down, accepting absolution
Returning soon cleansed with joy
*based on Anton Chekov’s In Passion Week
A bridge is beckoning
And she’s holding the rope
Talk of a reckoning
Now unable to cope
Don’t take that flight
Out of selfish pride
Step up to the fight
Your future undenied
The love you never felt
Maybe on its way
Fold the hand dealt
Here to stand and stay
You’re either winning or learning
Embrace the struggle and pain
Push through your muscles burning
Get back up and do it again
title appropriated from Robert Greene’s Daily Laws
What are we doing
If we’re not shining a light?
Just scrambling in the cave
Wishing for stage exit right
No shadows in the dark
Beg for optimism’s guide
Joy is found in striving
For the way outside
undoubtedly inspired by Nick Cave’s Red Hand Files
I am the creator
I made myself insane
No one can save me
Or identify my pain
If I’m the creator
I’ll create a world my own
Mastering my fate
I must do it alone
I’ll get what I deserve
Whichever way it goes
When my world is made
I’ll be the one that knows
undoubtedly inspired by Robert Greene’s Daily Laws
Looking for a slice of peace
In a world going ever mad
Jumping off the bus for release
The best time those dogs ever had
Searching for a space to shit
Was as bad as it ever did get
Dug a hole with a plank to sit
Then the whole weekend was set
Finding the best breakfast of eggs
Followed by donuts and beer
With spliffs and acid, losing legs
And facing the future without fear
As the worms had turned
And rats scurried all around
Watching on as Babylon burned
Celebrating this destruction in sound
inspired by reading old accounts of Treworgey Tree Fayre in 1989
Sitting at a desk struggling with pen
The whispers sadden the heart
Quietly goes the evening time
As walls all around rip apart
No muse did visit this night
And the pen resheathed in place
But sleep offered little respite
Nor the purring kitten’s embrace
All disappear in the morning glow
Both good and bad, hard reset
Return to the stool and empty paper
Where no thoughts have emerged yet
Pissing time away, money ain’t gonna save us
Betting on a 7-2 combo down in Vegas
A couple of lines will cut the time in half
Make me laugh Johnny, make me laugh
Stroking beards ain’t the thing to be doing
When the dancing girls are being flew in
Shiny lights ain’t enough in this big city
Make me laugh Johnny, I’m feeling shitty
Those words came to me each night
But I could find no pen to write
Wondering what it is you do
Since those times we once knew
Racing hearts and chasing dreams
Of racing carts and laser beams
The world was ours for the taking
Or to be born of our making
Pages wait for this ink’s touch
What to say, there’s just too much
I hope you recall all we did
Loving the slippery slopes we slid
The man with the winning smile
Wins a front-page reward
His shiny teeth are squeaky clean
But he speaks like a machine
And everyone got bored
The man stands above the crowd
Surveys the plebs around
A swinging dick and shiny head
But a nightly empty bed
With no friends to be found
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