Jeremy ex con

Born in the bellows of confusion´s sea´s laughter!
Who knows where he will land, a damp cell perhaps a leaking limbo.
At night his subconscious revises his youth.
He dreams inside nightmare´s scaley crawling walls.
Once he´d roam the streets with a blade up his dirty sleeve.
Wrath in his face like a bad potatoe.
Fear in his lungs and his neck.
Confusion´s sea´s laughter, where breast milk and tenderness were absent.
Where lost souls helped to leverage themselves on their own self pity.
Hysterically laughing about the black hole they were knitting.
Those were Jeremy´s clothes holding his skinny droopy body.
He robbed the Polish conveniece shop in Ealing, even before his black eye had healed.
He picked a fight with a cop after he got caught for stealing.
Behind bars and guards,locks and gates, yearning to be free.
In his mind he keeps swimming in confusion´s sea.

Argue

The chest tightens.
Throat dries.
Lips tremble.
Shoulders tense up- crunch.
Sharp toothed words swim out into anger deep.
You wash up on the edge of hurtful shallows.
Back strains.
Lungs press.
Awful scream.
Hoarse and shaking-thus cruel silence.
Insult arrows, poison tipped.
Restless rage-thus thoughts of violence.
Cooks in your stomach.
Searing the insides,
blackening the heart.
Dread of us living together.
Slightly less than the fear of living apart.

Evicted

He was evicted.
Culture shock.
Abandoned, rejected.
Landlords quite brash. Car door slams!
Back home in korea, spoilt baby men.
North eastern Australia, a victim not worth saving.
He got wet and lost his toothbrush, whoosh.
He threw a wobbly, throbbing lull.
Culture clash.
Enraged, angered.
The landlords lashed out. Broom!
Must have been a long night with no bed to sleep in.

Spend it

For what I spend there´ll be alittle more for me.
Taxes what are they for? such an evil word.
Wanna find a paradise, where my credit flows like a waterfall ahhhh.
A bundle of notes I´ll unfold like a rainbow.
Not a nickle for the bum but a 100 note for the flame wooooohoooo.
I´ll buy like all the birthdays and xmas´s landed on the same chinese imports plane.
Shamelessly, i´ll pay a penny less on food and gas and what I please and deny the sorry pleas of overworked starving illegal refugees.
The cushions on my butt grew their through franchise fat food.
Well earned cussing, complaining and stuffing my mouth.
I spend it at the 7/11 and all the way down to midnight redlight profit to the pimp, right?
A middle finger to the rest of the world and a republican vote.
A middle finger to humanity,
and a republican vote.

Theatre

Hungry theatre.
Full of shoes and adolescent security guards.
Holding trudgeons and big mean grudges.
Exits were well attended.
Panic sprang, movie ended.
Shoes flew like missiles through a smokey theatre.
Screams and grunts like a circus creature.
Distracted guards didn´t catch me leaving.
Popcorn untouched, for raw riots they were eating!

Judge

You learn to judge.
Grow a crucifix.
Grow a purity, much purer.
A deeper understanding of everything.
Share it dogmatically.
You judge, you accuse.
 Not stopping.
Jesus said we shoud hate this...
Jesus said we should hate that...
How you´ll stand up for the lord where people have taken his name in vein. 
As if such power needed protecting by little ol you!
You´ll target the alternative thinkers, the nonconformers and the misunderstood,
Banishing them as not worthy of your heart´s glory, your god.
Yet you are the accuser,
You are the inquisitor.
Freak in sheeps clothing...
You are the Devil!
And from his trough you must feed pious, self righteous overfed drainer of world resources.
Yours has nothing near salvation, question your judgement of others.

Circle of life.

Come to me,
Captured by curiosity.
Prove me wrong and become a friend.
Sarcastic world.
Prove me wrong.
A carribean mystic,
I couldn´t prove him wrong.
Born again sufferer,
slave to the cleric´s songs.
Come to me layers of questioning.
What´s´under your shell,
inside your skull?
Awakening inquiry.
Seduction to philosophy.
Flesh is real, prove me wrong.
The spirit´s ephemeral, prove me wrong.
Words rush out of my mouth.
Your mouth´s a mirror, as we argue.
Haunt with blame, lack of understanding.
Perplexed through dogmas or opiates unknown.
Choice is choice wear your freewill.
With the ego in the middle, the circle of life was built for me and you.