Give Us A F*cking Break

The metallic taste of

Your hatred of ignorance

Still lies in my mouth

This morning.

I came to this Land

An Innocent

Yet I have witnessed the ignorance –

It makes men do cruel things

Put an other down as subhuman

One has fewer rights than another

And another is more equal than

His brother

But a hatred of this ignorance

Why

That’s the same thing that drove

The White Man with the bad spirit

To the free places

Encouraged them to help

As they called it

The dirty godless savages

We do not need your empires

But, thank you.

All your science has given us

Is new disease

And a hundred thousand boxes

With labels

For us to brand ourselves

And each other with

The magic has gone.

No, we don’t appreciate

Your liberal scientistic

Commanding imperialism

So
AIDS originated

In Africa

Like all the other bad, dark things

Eh?

And you think it’s Good

Aiming to support the billions

On genetically modified food

Eh?

Give us a fucking break

(see Nuclear Winter)

The Sprites Of The Lightning

Things don’t just go away

Disappear

Each moment is a nothingness

Filled with doing or being

Creation or destruction

Of a breath.

A static, a forest of soft dark songs,

Mud, when cleared away to reveal mud

Was once covered in poisonous plastic.

I saw a trio of fish eagles soaring high

Above a river:

What a storyline, what a drumbeat

A human soul heavy with anguish, despair and

Confusion is a deluge dangerously lingering

Making gentle ocean lilies floating through

The Innocent Skye

Seem guilty with some unseen fantastical fault.

They are hoping for another future,

One that must start with water again

And light

And dark

And rise no more from the Earth.

Until then, and after,

We are a trio of flying thoughts

Searching for a reason to come back down.

I have caught myself once more.

I may have found a reason.

The Sprites of the Lightning - roadtrip sketch 2009

Lost love now so close, so

Just down the road

I’m wrapped up so close, so

Tight, so controlled.

Can’t keep my mind still, so

Trying to find at least that my mind is still

(I can’t keep it still)

Before it is mentioned I would like to say

I am sick of a certain something

I often like to think

It is me.

I smell chemicals sometimes and other twisted things

Hold all this negativity that is mostly not mine

To keep anyone else from ever feeling bad

Done it for so long, so

Forgotten

And now for a re-membering

The vision of the fearless eyes of the child inside.

They come out to spook me at night.

I hope you are safe inside.

And there will be no end to it, I tell you

One and all.

It’s wonderful, delicious, so

Decadent to slide back to beginning

The left hand side

To push against in order to survive

In a Right Hand World that pulls everything

Too tight.

Portal Key

My old friends

Are you there? Spirits who know me,

You see into my blood.

Can you guide me through

This flowered thorn bush, wild and driven?

Upside-down Latin, these are my only modes

I speak inside.

I seek to form words that speak.

I have much respect, and fear.

I know not what to do

But I trust there is a way.

OI !

Ailing flailing with hundreds of thousands of

Terabytes of external hard mind

Racing to find something true and kind

Too attached to final outcomes

Ends up walking blind

So take it away now

And then again, please

Empty the trash that’s blown in

Let me be please let me give in

Eiykh plafferisx

Somershm horlwhelp

Karrnivoringcess shamebleed

Was win neversayheresaidnie

Kingblentwatson norsepolypseed

Entwinecked underateshun

Exceeda transformaproceed

Turnnylonfromtweed

Nextgeneration forcefeed

Telling tall tales to next fortune

Repaired - give witness out there

Remember me and fear not pain

Nor external loneliness

Sail away sale away!

Agree to no pay today

Come loose, come play

Sisterbrother say say

Reach up to the sun

Greet Holy Him up high
Feel force field of sky

Then plunge hands, feet, run!

On mighty Mother Earth drum

Come ditty come ditty, ditty

Come, come

No country contains me

No flag to raise

From no slave-ridden place

Just revolution

And righteous thoughts

In a sea

Who owns you?

Who owns me?

I’ve forgotten the time

Ok, so now awake tell me

How I should use this...

SEND - 

System Error

just writing

like newspapers

won’t stop a government

from doing exactly what it wants to

the spineless cheap fuckers

sticky dirty oily bloody

greedy pie fingers

misunderstood well-meaners.

Should we be afraid

Homo Rapiens?

Cello

Warm me

I’m being reminded

Who do I say thank you to?

Drip purple jumps into language

Australopithecus fire touch

Consciousness – Awareness of

Awareness.

Very clever

Interesting, watching all this and

Myself in this

What I’m seeing

Through my eyes and feeling and

Hearing without seeing...

A thousand nights of conquer

Kissing and rolling slowly naked

Warm and soft and alive 

Belly on belly

Hot breath and wet tongue

Ha.  The media.  Obviously.

(see http://www.adbusters.org/spoofads )

Downsize

Oxford Street, East London

Downsize (Take Only What We Need)

SO GRATEFUL FOR THESE CURLS TO TWIRL FOR

I CAN’T REACH THAT FUCKED UP DREAM OF

BEING SOMEWHERE SOMEHOW HIGHER, MORE

ELECTRIFYING,

SOMEWHERE NOT HERE.

SHATTERED CONSEQUENCES IN NATURE DIVINE,

PRETENSE AND WALLOWING IN FEELINGS NOT DEALT WITH

THERE ON THE SPOT:

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

NEVER, REALLY.

HERE’S SOME ENCOURAGEMENT 

COMING UP THE STREET NOW –

THERE’S NO WHERE TO GO AND

NO STANDARD TO EVER LIVE UP TO.

SLEEP ON THAT.

(I WANT MORE ADVENTURE WITH ME)

MASK THE DARK, TEAR OUT THE EMPTY SPACES,

NO THING’S OURS TO CLAIM!

IT’S ONLY EVER A LACK OF LIGHT,

A CLOUD THAT SERVES

TO OBSCURE,

A TEMPORARY OPPORTUNITY

TO PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL.

WE ARE AN ANCIENT RACE

PEERING THROUGH ILLUSIONS BRED FROM

LOVE AND FIERCE CONCERN

THEN AND NOW AND MAYBE SOME MORE LATER

TOO, EVEN

- DO WE LEAVE THE LOCKS TO RUST

Little Girl Greeting The Ocean

anonymous street art (possibly faith47), Woodstock, Cape Town

Is there a second spectre,

A third, a fourth,

Now that I have exposed The Slavedriver:

Had he sent a hidden slave

Directed to my Fall,

A smiling knave presenting bowls of

Days of Later, Just Now, Some Other Time

Tearing me away?


Sociopath

They called me, without

Fully considering the meaning of their word

They forgot that by excluding me

They were excluding one possibility.

And now a final death or two to

Heal all injury incurred, to

Close all doors

To visions of bridges violently,

Brightly burned

Can still smell the smoke

But lessons are learned

ONENE

On the edge of creation

Staring, with my crazy colours

Before I make my next move

Like there’s going to be a new day

Tomorrow

Feel it again

Painfully aware of every moment

As though I could dissect any of it

Place it on a slide

Take a slow look at all the wild colours

magazine cut-out (artist unknown)

Swim in this heat

Then breathe in this drowning wind

And bleed for a few short sweet me days

While I fling and splash and

Open the gash of this great dark universe

Zero colour shows the light up

Quite bright often

Music that I’m hearing for the

First time me hears

Cut my nails, sharpen my edges

Image

Close

23RD Vernal Equinox

Is a second there to speak

Through organised friends

Shelved for easy reference?

When I feel trapped

I want to pack a bag of t-shirts and jeans

And walk out on you

Walk back into myself

I detest forgetting me

And not jumping into my energy

Eiziges Damon weis uber alles

Tolerance; shared space

I’m OK with it

Learning curves, eh

Finding it here and there

Locked away in pockets

Too small to grab

Too tight

When I pop them

It also hurts

Ouch

Stop the pain

Discomfort

Fuck it

It’s me

So, fucking unfuck it

Unfuck it

I’m thirsty

And I want to reject you

For my own fear

Of your rejection

Eiziges Damon weis uber alles 5

How heroic

Leave me alone sometimes

My ears and throat hurt

I’m not complicating am I

Speak straight!

Help me

Help yourself

Red ink

Wastenot

Hide me away during the day

Set me free ‘pon fall of eve

I have something to say

Might sound strange

Or be hard to believe

But your heart will be opened

Just the same

For Rogan (graphite 36x50cm 2003)

The things I don’t like

Are in me

Treasures they be

If I learn how to see

Every time I come a-cropper

Won’t reach out for external copper

By using my flesh brain

I can be free

Watch the judgement

Feel the water

And life be beautiful again