The tragic juvenile

Young man just a little lost as he leaves adolescence
Maturity seems to be difficult to encourage from the inside out
Struggling to be somebody, to turn into something
Somewhere in the ball park of his parents mislead expectations

The many mysteries of life eluding him
and those around him that know those mysteries as complex facts say nothing
Thinking in some way he´ll be interrupted by them
Rendered confused and useless

Alas it´s that short time before midlife
that the mind must take in everything
like a cyclone across every continent of the world
There he sits, football his only knowledge

His parents will get a friend of a friend
to get him a job as an engineer
In a decade replaced by a robot
who had more interest in the world than he did

When the warden comes

When the warden comes
Short legs on him waddling toward your cell
Torch and nightstick braced in hands
To touch the bars as if the gates to hell

The corridor echoes and a dozen damned men sigh
For the rest of their foreseeable lives
Hope a torn doll
hands braced on bars that once wielded knives

The grin starts growing as short legs makes his rounds
The taunt, the voice that doesn't surpass a burp
 His nightstick clicks on bars as he ascends the hall
as he would a suburb in hell

The grin appears front of the cell
and everything is locked

Tom cruise is a little better than you

Tom cruise is a professional dancer
You'll go up to his mansion and test your skill
Piano getting bent out of shape
House keepers trying to escape
You half way out of your knickers kicking it still

Tom cruise is the ultra entrepreneur
Where he sees talent he promotes it with goodwill
You're not the apple of his eye you are the split grape
How far that falls short behind tightly drawn drapes
You'd give the world to impress and get that five figure bill

Tom Cruise is hiring and goofs around the beach, city is bursting
It's perhaps a paid one off in Hollywood hills
That will leave you reminiscing at your window sill
Still paying the rent albeit scraping it together late
A sardine can dwelling, c.v giving, H.R fall bait
Swallow the pill, write the will, each hour obliged to be filled

Tom cruise doesn't care he is at the top of his game
Scientology his fingers in those magical coffers and tills
And there are a million admirers paying their rates
falling for their 25 cent newspaper article hate
Manipulated in cold to feel heat and in heat to feel the chill

Olivia six years old

Six years old
another six paces down the path
toward the world
Through handwriting reading and math

See the best in each day
and each day will deliver
Have a happy birthday
but have happiness every day Olivia

Look after your sister
even when she annoys you
give your best tips to her
Extra years are extra clues

Good luck and god bless you
in everything you do

The dearest armor

Often she heals me
when the world seems to have it's guns out
And when the days are not generous
And the city itself is a wild animal

I reach for her
As those who surround pull triggers
The day a thief of cheer at times
She is there to appease it's crimes

She mends my bullet proof vest
pulls out the shrapnel and sends me back out there
with a grin as vicious as a shotgun
When she smiles at me I'm reloaded

Tootles´ bitter limbo

Tootles
down the road with the legs that beg to walk all over tomorrow
The sprinkle of ambition that make the awkward swing along the way
Hands embrace your life, the one you try to create and fly with
Tootles, but why do you put your hate out to dry

Why don´t you find it in your heart instead
heaven forbid you´d ever lift the lid on your feelings
heaven a far cry as you label it a myth
A painting on the church ceiling

tootles where´s the fantastic bazooka of all your rage
Let it out of it´s cage and rhetoric saliva across the table
hate in rage ablaze with the lost boy outside the hospital
Alone and frightened, death not a very good uncle

Tootles how hard is that denial you whip yourself silly with
What part of you still insists you are worthless
Sons of confusion, sun light the middle way
What´s in the middle of you? where is your humility?

Tootles hard done by winter a strange revenge
Your enemy faceless, camped up in your heart
As you scream out at the world with half your breath
and deny the suffering sending your painful rhetoric with the other half

Tootles the two dead ducks knew no better
neither did we, up our eyes go
Just lost souls shaking at the storm this Earth ever is
Shaking at your judgements tootles but you didn´t get it either
Hell´s on Earth you claim hiding that fever

Your dogma is dog eat dog but your bites are well infected as if fresh
Those injuries are as old as your facial flesh
There´s a good few holes in your arguement
insist on those lies that are so soundbite
until your eyes no longer hold the light

The last live show

Platform surrounded by colorful survivors
Stage performers just the menagerie remaining
To warm the concrete
to inspire a hope and cause forgetfulness
Of the stain defeat

Empty cafetarias, long benches and tables
Where hundreds would share their faith in fables
Tattered books faded ink
They invested everything in their sacred fairytales
Instead of think

And after the drones turned
Hot, restless and hostile
Each home reduced to a smouldering hole
A rotting patch within a landscape a dead dalmation
Cities on fire accelerating death tolls

And now this, a commemoration in clown suits
for the two dozen survivors
I get in a van and drive to the nearest hotel still intact
To rest my weary head
And invent a fairytale to conceal these ugly facts

Get the chip in you

One day you'll be replaced by a machine
evolution is eating it's tail
One day we'll be devoid of purpose
and an outside force will force us

Twice as conventional
no opinion, initiative or personal thoughts
You just cheer, cheer and wave a flag
you'll be replaced by a robot one day

because you have nothing to say
nowhere to go
No special idea
just the obligation to exist

You, you lovely lab rat
you passive soccer fan
We could put wires into you
buttons on your chest

But what's the point?
You are predictable and lazy
malleable and easy to manipulate
I want 200 million of you

Buy when I say buy
sell when I say sell
don't state the obvious
not even the subtle

Clones and androids may disobey
but you lovely trend sheepers keep trotting
eyes on the tail in front of you
You repeat popular idioms and cusswords

A cardboard box of bad habits
Go along with whatever's kicking
freethinkers make you sick
Wave your flag and bleat your banter

believe in the holy ghost, voodoo and santa
That somehow the developed world deserves it more than you
Spend your time on your knees in pews
In disorderly and impossible office queues

Your thoughts and habits long play discs
round and round you go
Buy the new cellphone
Brand dependent

Sell your right to think for a loss
Buy the powder and brainwash yourself at home
And act without questioning
You the elegant drones

Human mess

Flow with the moment they say
People love the selfishness the lick of the dog
The get satisfied and go off about your business
croak of the toad

The ego load and the invisible untold
They are talking at you at you at you
You just need to mold into that moment
Accept that those thoughts and feelings
are not food for the table

Be that bendable and dependable
dream of a human being

Lofty ideals for such a selfish mess
selfish human mess the invisible untold
Pull the cord and hear the dolly speak
Rent a dog to spend your affection on

Be that dream albeit you´ve increased that ego load
You turn into one of those "at you" people
Unable to mold into those spikey moments
You are not food for the table
You are the burnt meal
The selfish human mess

Noxious weeds

Our customs have become the premise for grand celebration
The land is providing for the economy and new generations
Through every excavation
every working man's hand in this
god-fearing nation

Yet somewhere out there tucked between suburban trees
Is a voracious and audacious creeping disease
It's not the need for attractions abroad or love of foreign things
Or the way the new generation of pop sensations sing

It's not transformations of land or our contributions to climatic doom
Or the fact we've relaxed and inhaled decades of industrial fumes
Because for quite some time our breed has slowly become immune
It's the new poster boy who wants to rip a hole in the world
And turn citizen on citizen until chaos unfurls

Who wants to start wars and prolong them a child at play
He reaches for your prejudice with each rhetoric he sprays
He pulls your heart and rubs it with anger and outrage to marinate it
Then he throws it on the barbecue until your compassion is exterminated
He'll devour your heart to fill his void as you perfect your extreme hate

If your vote goes to the reckless bigot with a mind for war
A new brand of clumsy fascism will infect the country starting with the poor
If you vote for this hate monger in a wig there'll be no way to ignore
The sound of batons, shields and jack boots up your streets and outside your door