Tag: poetry

Last Voice – 25th January 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment

There’s a six-minute warning all over the land
Destruction of the country, it’s all been planned
A tape is playing now the councillors have gone
The last man’s voice that moans on and on

“Get to your bunker as quick as you can
You can build one now, you should have the plan
Whitewash the windows, it doesn’t cost much
And don’t worry…..we’ll be in touch”

A few minutes left til the blast explodes high above
There’s people out on the streets quickly making love
Now the bomb’s exploded and everyone has gone
But the last man’s voice drones on and on

Chew Your Brains – 13th January 1984

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A picture of you
In front of my eyes
Blinding me with lies

A picture, hundreds of them
Screaming at me
Sending me insane, I can’t see

Been down for years, that’s all I know
Just keep thinking
But I got nothing to show

The last time I was walking tall
I was jumping from a bridge
Was saved by a man
Who put out his hand
Then he went away, left me alone

I felt alone, I felt all alone
I needed him, I wanted a friend
Just one friend to show me home

Scars, scarred
Buring like salt on a slug
Pains in my head, fucking my broken body
Sieving through my distorted logic
Gimme that knife, screw your life
What about mine? It means nothing to you
You’re doing fine

Last time I smiled was in a Halloween mask
A false face that no one looks past

Seeing only what they want you to see
Being only what they want you to be
Seeing only what they’re told to see
Being only what they’re told to be

If only they could see through me
I’m not as false as they believe
But things ain’t what they seem
Especially with your eyes closed

Open your fucking head
It’s your knife, it’s your life
But I’ll be the one who ends up dead

I was conceived at the wrong time, wrong place
It’s too late now, I’ve seen my face
All your knowledge gone to waste
On the septic tank behind my face

You call them brains
But they’re used like drains
For your filth, your scum
Your perverted waste
Your putrid odour is all I taste, all I taste

With the lips that spoke three words
I hate you or I love you
Means the same to me in your language

Cos your language is mine
Your thoughts are mine
Your mind is mine (My mind is yours)
Your body is mine (My body is yours)
Your soul is mine (My soul is yours)
You are me

So I’m gonna chew your brains
When you chew mine

Totally inspired by Henry Rollins stream of consciousness ranting on Armageddon Man by Black Flag

Rat – 10th January 1984

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Nibbling ears, chewing cheeks
I’m a rat destroying the weak
The lazy old men in rocking chairs
Some in their coffins after I’ve nibbled their hair
I am the rat eating the rich
I’m not fussy about what or which
Try to catch me but I won’t be caught
Not in the rat traps you have bought
You’ll never catch me whatever you do
Don’t bother trying or I’ll destroy you

22nd May 2023 – Never let the syllable count get in the way of what wants to be said!

An Eye For An Eye – 6th January 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment

This is one the bible got wrong
If there wasn’t a bible I couldn’t write this song
If there were no lies, if there were no rules
If there were no politics, if there were no schools
The world would be bliss and I would shut up
An eye for an eye – we’re all gonna die

21st May 2023 – Is ‘an eye for an eye’ from the bible? I thought it was but I was reading Sapiens by Yuval Noah Hariri yesterday where he mentions Hammurabi and the laws of the time (1770 BC or thereabouts) and I guess they were parts of societal rules of the time that were passed on down.
Is ‘an eye for an eye’ good? Things have obviously changed over time so which is right?

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.