Fool's Chase

I watch you pass, a breeze-blown cloud
My longing speaks your form out loud
My eyes glare inward, deep and down
Feelings fester, features frown

lives are sparks in the fires of time
life's a fleeting laboured mime
one day all we've done and said
will be smouldering embers in my lost head

Once a face appeared to me and cried:
"I've never robbed and I've never lied" -
Like a finger pointing at the moon
Out of reach and gone too soon

Isolation is a sociable disease
Laugh, scream, tease, smile, choke, say 'cheese'
These lines depict no killing joke
The death wish lingers in the smoke

My words fall round like loaded dice
And run for holes like frightened mice
My gaze goes wide like super-sight
Draining all your body's light

But even black holes fade and die
You've got to land if you can't reach the sky
All roads lead downward outside the fold
It's the end of the chase for the poor fool's gold.

DMT and Me

Sacred.
No words.

Through

this boy don't care no more
lets cold winds howl through broken door
through hollow head across the hall
where sunbeams dance upon the wall
and through his eyes he lets them fall

this boy don't feel no more
soul's shipwrecked on some frozen shore
and slow tears sail through closing eyes
and drench the ground and rip the skies
because all your words of love were lies

Sleeper

Time motors on,the cycle is over,
Celebrate life and bathe in the light;
Never look round and never return to
Those moments which melt in the heat of the night.

Look to the sky and gaze through the distance,
Breathe in the air like milk in your throat;
Run down the path with the strongest resistance,
Wear your love loose like a camouflage coat.

Hold your head high when you are a mourner,
Spit in the faces of those 'friends' of mine;
Watch for their malice in every dark corner,
Pierce the long gloom and make the world shine.

Swim to the shore when the river gets deeper,
Turn from the screams of those drowning in gold;
And dwell on the signs that lie in this sleeper:
The mind motors on though the body grows cold.

Time's Up

Through silent rooms glide long-gone faces
Mumbling ghosts in fading places
Promises turned to decay
Time's blood drips my life away.

Child lost in a mystic maze
Cries out in the thickening haze
Dreams of magic paths to Earth
A time to die, to find rebirth.

World floats round in empty space
Longs to vanish without trace
Not much more this mind can take
Time stops still - something must break.

Unzipping

Something's coming
My head's humming
I smell strange scents on the breeze
You keep squawking
Lips keep talking
My eyes stare and your words tease.

Sad hands fumbling
Mad thoughts crumbling
I taste midnight in the air
Feet start tripping
Head's unzipping
My light shines and you are there.

Ego Trip Blues

It's the end of the story at the end of our days
And we're breaking all the laws 'cause we learned it's crime that pays
I can't hear what you're saying but I feel what you've seen
I'll tell you where I'm going if you'll tell me where you've been.

Take a tip from the tipping point: do not tell the truth
Forget your friends and family, they are totally without ruth
Make a fist with your hand and punch the poisonous air with pride
You know now no-one's worth it because no-one's on your side.

Alarm Raised

Last time Alarm came screaming through my home
It shook the house close to disaster;
Killed some kids in the family
And wound up my heart to beat faster.

This time it sneaked in like a thief:
Ghostly and totally unheard;
Flashed like daylight lightning,
Flapped like a frightened bird.

Caught me playing out some social fantasy,
Wound up in other people's history,
Woven blindly into human tapestry,
Proud and vain and drenched in glory.

Cursed me with a scream which froze my blood,
Squeezed my heart till it burst upon a beat;
Fleeced my mind like I knew it one day would,
Pawed my soul like a piece of long-dead meat.

Next time, Alarm sits grinning in my chair,
Throws back its head and howls with despair:
'Silence and Space' - mask falls from its face,
Implodes like a light-bulb, gone without trace.

Alarm erased.

Gone Downer

So this is what I get:
the well-meant lies,
the booby-prize.
And this is what I feel:
an empty hole,
the sun burned cold.
Now this is how it goes:
the sky comes down,
the wild wind blows.

Gone Down

The sun has gone down in the west:
It's the night after day
And the end of a test.
I'd never have guessed that it would end this way
But a change is as good as a rest, so they say.

Though through your eyes you gift to me
Answers which I did not seek,
There's still one question I must ask:
Why do you wear the mirror-mask?

All of This and Nothing

The Big Bang birthed something from Nothing’s first call,
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.

Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Drumming in the Deep

Something that you said
Keeps circling round my head
Like leaves caught by a breeze.

You slam your angry door -
Cry: don't come back no more
As cars fly past beep beep.

I've lost the will to sleep:
Hear drumming in the deep,
A drum roll for a thief.

While waiting in your street
Earth quakes beneath my feet,
Night falls, I hear you weep.

My shadow’s on your floor -
Your jewels turn to straw
'Cause nothing is for keeps.

The new Moon lights the trail -
Feel: gust become a gale
As night begins to pale.

This hill has got too steep,
I'm starting to count sheep
To drumming in the deep.

My blood drips down your door -
Plead: mother, baby, whore
As thunder drowns my call.

Stars spin round in a whirl,
Teardrop becomes a pearl:
I've wished away the world.

Clouds creep across dawn sky -
Warn: you will dance or die
To drumming in the deep.

Dark Soul

“Call me Legion, for we are many” Mark 5.9, The Bible

In this vast desert called the soul
There is no Christ, no God, no Goal -
But all the demons of the dark unknown
Storm madly round this secret home.

A comet passes through the skies,
The trail’s reflected in your eyes;
Innocence in the aftermath
Is all that will survive our final act.

My yo-yo heart which pumps hot blood
Can only feel what’s understood;
What should we do? Who really cares?
Go count your bloody money in your stinking lairs.

Honesty is a sacrifice of joy,
Maturity is strangled without self-deception -
Anyone would think that a sensible boy
Would have realized this from the moment of conception.

The dice of evolution prove that someone's got to lose,
The cards are on the table yet we act like we can choose;
This spectacle, this horror-show, is more than I can take -
A nightmare of obscene design from which I can’t awake.

Human debris frame our lives as the garden turns to weeds,
Props and crutches hold us up to do our daily deeds;
But when razors slice your soul it is probably safe to say:
Things would have been like this any other way.

Can abyss be the name for this struggling state of mind?
Is super-sight the gift it brings or being super-blind?
Like Narcissus, trapped by his image in a pool,
I can't function without polishing my precious inner jewel.

Shun my masquerading if it’s too far out to wear -
Nothing really matters, nothing is ever fair:
There is no mask on Earth
which you can hide behind
to stop the dark sun rising
on the ocean of your mind.

Nought

This verse contains no message
'Cause I’ve nothing left to say -
I only wrote these words down
In the hope they’d go away.

But since you’ve made it to this point
I’ll leave you food for thought:
Is it the lesson learned that counts
Or what you’ve not been taught?

For those who can’t catch on to this
Are well and truly caught -
The hook, the line, the sinker,
They all add up to: NOUGHT.

Heft

do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?
can't make much sense of this strange story,
packed with heroes chasing glory:
I thought love was why we bother,
primed for action we just hover.

woke up in shock from dreams of leaving,
sweat-soaked sheets and stomach heaving:
can't work out why I keep falling,
no-one seems to hear me calling.

just say the word, I'll take you there,
unload this world for chaos knows where,
and lose all memory of the myth-made past,
live each moment like it's our last.

magic theatre - what's it worth?
a dance of death to find rebirth?
escape this heft, earth's leaden boots,
move into fifth, explore new routes?

so long, for now this time has come:
I saw the primal yarn being spun;
and so, you say, I played my part
to these loose ends right from the start.

the twisting trail leads us to here:
no more fun, no faith, no fear,
and all my hopes, those deep desires,
are melting in fate's heartless fires -
but do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?

Hyperzone

Been wondering, meandering
in darkest space, been floundering
like crumbling rock in feckless flight,
tumbling through this timeless night;
my heart of gold has turned to stone:
sold out my soul in Hyperzone.

Seen all I need, don't need no more,
fists crashing through another door
and smashing your cold shield like glass
for letting this hell come to pass;
broken hearts turn into stone:
feelings freeze in Hyperzone.

Been dreaming epic tales of how
we sailed those stormy seas, and sought
forgotten trails into the past,
to find our lost desire at last;
heart of gold, heart of stone:
love is the best when it comes home.

Frame Surfing

looking from outside it all
its seems like I'm plunging
fast freefall
through a wraparound movie
moving me about
out to where the inside's turning inside out
out where outsiders battle with
the outrage at the rage within

it's well past time to offer gifts of pity
i've reached the last outpost at the end of history
i'm at the gatehouse of Hell's night-cloaked city
where the future is known, and the past is a mystery

find the portal, make your move
take that path you feel unearthing
split time-space, vacate your groove
sex/drugs/death equals frame surfing

The Longing

Long time ago you found a key
Which opened up my hidden door,
But though you broke the spell on me
You never come back any more,
And all that's left are photographs
Forgotten in some dusty drawer.

Long years have seen my tortured gaze
Steam like hot blood on your bright snow,
But though I've lost you in this maze
Still see your face in my window,
And long to play that secret game
Of lifting masks with you again.

De-generate

Activate, de-activate
A plastic pact in warps of fate,
Take action while they bite the bait:
Violate the ultimate -
Annihilate and devastate.

Deconstruct, construct from scratch,
Decode, deduce, debunk and match
The patchwork with my jigsaw face:
Transform the pact, transcend your fate -
Burn to dust, disintegrate.

Mystify, demystify,
Defy the black sun's rising cry;
Devoured by power you state your crime:
To shun the beat and crown the rhyme -
To drown the cosmic pulse in the chatter of mind.

Generate, de-generate,
Re-generate the warps in fate;
Take action while the game's replayed:
Attack the pact, unseat the rhyme -
Restore the pulse, the beat sublime.

Interrupt, re-interrupt,
Puncture flesh and feel the rapture rushing through corrupted soul;
Disrupt the rhyme and rupture fate:
Erupt in dance, become the beat -
Dissolve in trance, de-generate.

who Drugged My Trip?

I just planned to fly up high
not go past the end of sky
but when I got there
I knew nothing
about how to hit the brake

now I'm hoping to descend
if this journey ever ends
and when I get home
I'll know something
about how to be awake

It's A Wrap

your need to be freed
from the greed of your deed
is the seed you should feed
when you bleed as agreed

as the wheel does its peel
and you feel nothing's real
you just steal someone's meal
when the deal was to heal

but you chuck as you suck
muck it up, up it fuck
- life's got stuck, got no luck -
you're a schmuck like old Puck

Electric Dawn Revelation

Marauding in this awe-sparkled whirl
Yellowing kings of truth exploding in mad-mouthed battle
The absurd winds of semantics roar incredibly in my ears
Cooing and echoing
Raping my erogenous mind.

Still grabbing orgasmic gasps on burning air
I don't believe in anything and sigh at blank notions
Of history, society and the legendary future -
Blood-splattered steaming flowers screech 'Right Here Now'
In my world of shattered electric dawn
Screaming wildly at scattered phantasmagoria.

Yet whose tense Atlantis is this?
Was it discovered or invented?
Or is it just white noise from the chemically demented?
The answer is the question, for this mystery grows older:
Beauty, just like horror, wounds the eyes of the beholder.

Still

she still calls to me
from a distant shore
"I was once your love
and you were once my whore

I am still the one
who you must adore"
- but I just smile with my eyes
and close the door.

Circles

life is circular today
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train

yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.

The End

so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?

like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die

and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose

Liminal

It seems I've gone all liminal
But luckily it's not criminal
And, best, my life's not minimal
I've found my inner animal.

PayTime

off the track
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
too far gone
lost my way
dug a hole
time to pay

dug a hole
lost my way
too far gone
time to pay
dug a hole
off the track
sold my soul
deep and black

too far gone
lost my way
left the path
time to pay
sold my soul
dug a hole
off the track
deep and black

lost my way
off the track
too far gone
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
sold my soul
and no way back

Exit

The Book of Lies, Book of the Dead,
The Book of Sex and Drugs, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.

So is this what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people?
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.

Visor

Without warning daytime crashes
Taste in mouth turns into ashes
Android smiles belch out sweet words
Like sugar-coated verbal turds
Which pulse and swell to fill the room
Electric blue beneath full moon
Where I'm found wearing some disguise
Or staring madly through this visor
Fitted lest my laser gaze
Should set their hellish world ablaze
Revealing loveless reptile creatures
Lurking under human features.

A violent voice ignites the air
A phoenix risen from despair
Returning with demonic power
To haunt you in your darkest hour
As fatal hug cheats final breath
As worthless life meets pointless death.

You end the game
As your missile claim
Explodes my feelings like a supernova
But let me tell you something all the same
My revenge burns just when you think its over
And at the juncture where our company parts
I lift my visor and your long night starts.

Crawl

Doctors, dealers, onion-peelers
Help me find my face within the crowd;
Evil semen, swarm of demons
Crawls across my mind like a storm-cloud.

Father-killers, mother-fuckers
Line the halls of history without end;
Arsehole-lickers, nipple-suckers,
We do not evolve, we just descend.

Chemical Addiction

Chemical addiction
Is an escapist affliction
It can codify your diction
And condition what you do.

To heal your freezing soul
Is a real goal, not a fiction,
It will modify with friction
The impostor who is you.