No referees

Said he´d need someone to lean on after all this was over
that he´d rather the visit than be someone´s chaffeur
You can´t win them all but don´t stop playing says he
And if pride gets into people just let it be

Said he´d need a little time to be real after dealing with the pretend
Life´s a game, each passive person, is seen as a dead piece to be shaped and bent
Don´t twitch and hesitate for those with greater ambitions to move you
Don´t itch for those that have their own plans and don´t disparage in losing you

The world was built into this game of egos
to be the fastest to grow and outrun the slow
Be the love they lack, and still fight back
Live your life your way, approve of your own everyday

and when they come on Strong with their heart grown hate
Tell them that you´re too busy loving to ever complicate

Exposed himself

Taken off the advertising, the page you were fond of
Perversion is a piece of you, your meaningless dreary hat
Mere scraggy stray srtuggler of a street cat
misleadingly shameless

Lost your self and the whole village judges you
What is love for a man as confused as you, from Windows peering
Messed up in your own footsteps Wandering, your aimless theories
Softly begging the lumberjack to fell you like a tree

I could offer you aid and sympathy
and all I´d get would be your grin
And prison won´t suit you, but you´re going, in style
Where other´s like you play out their life dramas and denials

you grew to tall for life
Family fotos stained
But soon you´ll be out on probation
Out amongst the suspicious local population

Every new ager´s opinion

One of the rules must be
love but without any cords, any parachutes
and at rock bottom no victim´s sentiment
have all the compassion in the world, do not want of need

Plank walkers in hypocrit boots, we are lovers
conditioned to need and scream for cover
To fashion strange armour to defend our vulnerable selves
to block the blows of a world obsessed with novelty

A world that would pay to see blood tears and sweat
Silence and reflection are out shone, when ours is a world too close to the sun
Compassion and warmth are frozen over, when ours is a world too far from the sun
And people demand on feasting on other´s dramas, blood spills on each season

But one of their rules must be
Love unconditionally
And philosophers from all corners grab their chins
at such a boast of impossibility

And shouting from every new age seminar pulpit
every house of the lord shakes with the sound of it
that´s your ticket to heaven buddy
don´t damn well rip it

And while we´re writing rules and righting wrongs
becoming sentimental fools for twisted love songs
Often lacking grease like needy tools, waiting our life long
bathing in our weaknesses,
we´re suddenly dry pretending to be Strong
Where´s your unconditional now?
take a deep sigh

Spectator´s sport

Teacher teacher, may I ponder
what is there truly left to wonder
what do you make from this thought lake
this reflection pond

many of us are heavy stones we are sunk
and light leaves they blow and linger on the surface
Getting a taste of the water on the way through their autumn
Flicking off with a gust of Wind

Teacher why is the moving living world so hypnotic
And the bleached city streets so dull
Have our eyes too been bleached to see only grey
Should we sheepishly believe life is but a delay?

So many of us have become rolling rocks that colide
accumulating to one side
all with the same goals as the floating autumn leaves
as stationary as our houses stalled on the shore
To be spectators of the graceful leaves
forever more

Roast hurry

words scrambled in the mind
Things to do all wig wamming around the top of the eyes
Busy creatures speed this way
No time to eat little time to sleep
Eating hurry hurry and more roast hurry for lunch

What kind of pressure would you like with your day this week
say you didn´t ask for it and beg it not to be
The way things work is it gets multiplied by three
The day wears on as if it had it´s own life
You forgot to ask if it was your friend or rival

Shotguns taped

The day I left anger
Oh glorious as it was
The day i left wasp lips
To walk in a slowly brewed quality light winter sun

Haters dared me to argue on the street
shotguns taped to the undersides of the table
Hysterical clowns who´ll never reveal their true sentiment
The day i walked away from them was a bright one

Skimpy moan moans like a basement ghost
and some rung snapping reptile practices jeering in my face
Haters routinely taunt, innuendos in their chambers
Even allies polished their weapons before opening fire

Sometimes you´ve got to keep your cool
even when they´ve sawn off the firmest legs of your stool
For skimpy moans will always find a scape goat for their shortcomings
And snake eyed rung snappers forget their friends

There are times when their gestures and words fool
they´ve got more to do with them, than they have to do with you
It´s no time to get angry or even defensive
Even when they´re mega smug and in your face offensive

Cromwell badly

A short riddle of the eery annoyance
Bony features austere and rigid
where there´s no flesh...

Sending convenient offenders to lose their heads

Intolerance grips to chalk
The biscuit of reform
skin the color of milk

The conscience as selective as his majesty's diet

The hidden agenda
a cold skeleton
German sentiment

Starvation of the soul calling death to spend

Luther´s amaciated legs
His lashed back
And contracts

And Crom was parted by a drunk, hardly able to swing an axe

Justice truly is a sword
And lofty ideals few can ever live up to
will be attached to their preacher's back

Diving for perspective

Your blink about as blank as that of the diving board´s plank
Metal bar awaiting you almost a reflection it´s misty metallic hue
Last rung at the top, anticipating your trembling hands
Your face is as pale as the water, courage needs a spark

Golden coils tangle along the ceiling
joyful and mesmerizing reflections of the sun
Almost enough to distract those concrete eyes
The last rung steams up and leaves moist hand shapes

You are now standing over the world ready to dive in
At the end of the plank looking down in shock
Earth trembling, the unstable ticker on a grandfather clock
Earth still, your nerves chaos, fear merging into emotion

You turn to look at that cold steel rung
the last one in the ladder, your glasses fall and shatter
You turn back to realize how far you´ve come
And only then have you the courage to face the world

Locked into dream

Follow you into the shadows
wrap yourself around my shoulders
And into lack of light, ritual of slumber
Embraced and locked to dream

One dream, life long
through each night, Wake into each day
clean of irritation, free of bad spirits
the freedom to love as motive

again motive to live
and dreamed of between the earliest hours
Dawns blissful prelude
Embraced and locked to dream

Healthy mouthfuls and white lies

We are all willing to change
from the rests and the leftovers
The freshly picked so quickly acquainted
with their own mortality

We are willing to trick
Sweetness in the fudge factor
hard to step away from
easy to pressout that little lilly white

Willing to go half way, then it´s the ground
until pride weighs my baggage down
White collar shining halos
the conscience is no place for a man to wallow

We are willing to massage egos
Our spines dollar sign arches
In each wave a drop of my blood
currency to the coast

Ready to transform
into what it takes for people like us
to devour tomorrow in healthy mouthfuls

Blue for what my infant?

Into arms what was inside for so long
Cradled tenderly by loving arms
Carried up by the sheep on a shield
A child, a meager infant blinded by the blue

His eye swallowed by the blue
his tongue bleached by it

And then as if the galaxy had plucked the infant
and pulled him from the earth
As he rushed off faster than lightning
The blue bubbly eyes trembling rapidly

Corpse at the station

The body lifeless and still
Less than a meter from the trainline
The word I´d use is gone

The man above her
tried to revive her
looking this way and no cure

Completely empty
as if her human form was just a container
trainstops door opens and our necks are rubber

We transform into the shocked onlookers
Tragedy´s lovers
The body still and cold

Desperation in the would be hero
It wells up and hits his face
knocking the color out

The doors close and our necks regain composure
Our heads turn back into the carriage
And the light goes out of our eyes

Thaw your insides

Thaw yourself out
They ask me what is it to feel
I shrug like a tortoise
You ask me to describe the sensation
I turn the other way

You come to me curious about your feelings
Your opinion, a band of protesters
breaking your wheels

You come to me unsure of your emotions
The beak of your belief
Pecks you out of shape

Now ask me what it feels like
Thus, stimulate your heart
Thaw your insides out
And flick the excess water in our faces

Freeze up like a frost bitten tortoise
pondering past disgrace

Belittle us sweetly

The need for sarcasm
It´s taste and shape in your mouth
before you utter it
It´s adhesion to your finger tips
before you type it

And the half grin
oh your kidding no one!
oh what a malicious waste
Oh how that half grin falls without grace
infecting the rest of that smug face

What a gift of scorn you´ve been given
To communicate with taunts lurking
Their frowns invite your smurking
Huh they´re taken aback, find yourself half quirky?

And get on that horse
and say it´s not so oh oh...
Your kidding no one, of course!
Belittle us sweetly, calculating and coarse
Bare your chest!  and what´s worse is...
you don´t go ahead and outright curse us

Bold in the ridicule
You see us all as simple tools
Half grin, you take us for fools
lame mules for the slaughter of your words
The way you make people seem absurd

A crumb on a sour night

Dropped by the night a crumb on the floor
On the hard mercilessly chilled floor
Bacteria in the hundreds joined me
the ones with antenas and claws

They rustled in the dust
As I tried to find a crumb to hide in and eat myself to sleep
Footsteps above like earthquakes
and creaking foundations at all hours

Among the crud the loose fallen hair
Where was i to find my abode
A sacred place where I could drop the sword
and feel the spirit of living instead of feed the growing wars

But no, here I go smaller than a flea
crawling in the cracks in the road from street trees
Dropped by a sour night as if I was something
as foul as the darkness

Yes i was a drop of poison
falling from the cyanide cap
bristling droplets of my syrup green back
as I explode upon the concrete

I came to and searched the world for shelter
None the sour night could offer

The beautiful blender

What could be more important?
More significant than the need to appear
To show the world your greatness and hide your weaknesses
For the world is a beautiful blender and you´ve been invited for a spin

The bliss panache of priest silk denial
Over-spoilt men boys who love their mothers´ housewife style
grin for health daily typical city bound crocodiles
Loving fondly the big events where emotion is engineered
Factories of false fashionable passion

pumped out to the masses
in pretentious gases

Guess you might need to throw a sixties party
guess you might grieve if someone heard you fart
It´s cold out put on your double layers of delusion
And practice that cold shoulder on intruders

The neon spotlight´s on you
The forgery office that helps society shred truths backs you
The clone was an obvious gift to the many men and women
taken in by pop ceremony and false virtue

Mockery of all things original and wholesome
Just another bomb in the arsenal of the arses who run this mendaCITY

The pizza and it´s toppings

Content aren´t we
as the terrible fire consumes it all in the 2020 model interactive furnace
like a hundred vultures stirring into a corpse
satisfied, are you?

Who will I employ to paint that portrait
that hides scars and dragon scales
Even masks the aroma of flesh decomposing
Who has the craft so ill, yet so coveted by people

The strongest tone of road grey
is a mind smasher of all things
A long dreadful road desolate and neverending
Isn´t there a carpet we can use to cover that

A large bandage for the wound of all wounds
We the human formicidae, wander between the greyist of structures
Pondering our worker destinies and our ill nourished dreams
Part of the map, stones in the cement that holds it all together

And in parts cracks it all
For the only thing more vile in this grey grey world
Is someone who hasn´t even got the backbone to contribute to it´s ugliness
And the few who have the courage to do their own thing...

Well they...
Soon hunger for the stability of mundane machines and thought systems
emaciated intellects and legal opiates, someone to blame
And a like minded group of well conditioned drones to approve
That my friends is the pizza and it´s toppings

Dull glimpse

When you fall into nothingness
The world swallows you hole
Your eyes see nothing beyond darkness
and feeling itself subsides

In that cold water that frightens your heart
and urges you to kick and paddle
Not only to survive but to know warmth again
New flavors of futility are found in such distraught struggles

The dull glimpse of the darkly clouded day
The freezing pool of water you are now stuck in
All part of the slap death is too lazy to give you
All part of the alarm calling you to awaken

Even when horizons are bleak
and people pretend sincerity as a habit
There is still a sun out there
One that wants to fight as hard as we do to get to us

The tapestry of society´s lies

They wear feathers and claim butter won´t melt
They are the latin remains of the brady bunch
The calm listeners of robot priests
The fine polished societal ornaments

The loveliest garments of your dreams
The religious obligations you secretly and purposely breach
Obsession with a White picket fenced mall
A sickening denial of all that surrounds

An idiom for this
An anecdote for that
The meaning of life intact
Mincing egos, behind ties and in frocks

Each spoilt boy and girl tip-toeing
as if goldilocks
As if their hearts were flooded with humility
establishments well stitched garments

In all holy glory of hypocrisy
In the all protective membraine of the holy spirit
As the 15th century portuguese axe opens up rivers of blood
To the modern day slum, which glittery t.v shows avoid