Cake

hello
can you hear me
I am left behind in the land of no cake
destined to wait for a call that never comes
for a door that never opens
left behind to convince myself
that cake tastes like shit anyway

To Sigmund

Sigmund are you listening?
I'm snorting up and trying to escape
my parents hate me and the world I cant take
Sigmund whats the solution?

the papers are full of bullshit that paint
a mysterious picture of the world and its ways
while the government smuggles in my coke
some poor moron with a joint gets pulled in for dope

The demons infest me Sigmund
I am not a man with hope
the poverty depresses me
cos its magnetism is too strong to behold

It drags me down into the gutter
coloring me brown with slime and green with snot
feeling my nether regions with pain and sharp obtuse angles
Sigmund are you there?

Or am I imagining you in your great white beard
all knowing, staring benevolently
confident and unafraid
or Sigmund, do my eyes simply misinterpret?

Are you but a loser just like all of us
who thought you could succeed in the realm of the psyche
you did, for you were good
but to understand the true nature of man, you never could.

a body

The beginning of the djinning of the corpse below the yew tree
the hair is thinning and she is old, old broken teeth
peeking through rotting lips
eyes already infested with maggots

did she not have a decent burial
a prose of sorts said at her farewell
a cluster of loving family
mustering for strength?

homo economicus

homo economicus
lives for his own gain
who cares about others' pain
when the lame dont even help the lame?

and the blind lead the blind
as my mind fogs up and my conscience whines
but it is ignored in pursuit of more
more happiness more wealth

more for me and less for you
for i am free and you are a fool
even though you are tied up
by me, for to me you are but a tool

i am the economic man
the bloke with a plan
to kill you and sell you
bones, skin, flesh and blood
any way i can

The Public Servant

Incarnate
devil
thou art a politician
a slave to the darkside
a people's servant?
the blood you spill
will not prove you right

you wake up
with the intent to steal
a careless attitude
to life and its appeal
as long as its not yours

Fuck you public servant!
your eyes belie your intentions
and if it wasnt for a false system
of fake equality and real prejudice
you'd be nothing but gutter slime

meant to congeal
to slow down the progress of society
to repress and aid in slavery
a tool of the darkside
a devil incarnate.

hate

in the night time
there is peace which floods
yes I know the next word
would have completed a cliche line
but then again oh what the hell i'll say it;

yes it floods my mind.

The roses of the evening
plastic and long lasting
they dont really smell good
but then again I've never really met a rose that did

I chased that bitch around the world
for an year and a half around curve after curve
flowers gifts the works
but she spurned me yet
she kept me on a line
stuck to a hook
never really telling me to get lost
and thus she spurred me on

I curse her memory.

the darkside of the free

They move as they gyrate. strippers. in my face. flesh pots and pots of alcohol dumped inside. intoxication. sex. more sex. intoxication and more

But I stand fazed

Fuck.

Am i gay?

So what the fuck are you gonna do about it even if I am? its a free country isnt it? We are all free to go moral-less, senseless brainless, gormless we are all free to cuss. to cuss and corrupt.

To destroy your kids' mind

Thats what.

That is the brain that is at work on the mentality of man. Freedom. Well I'll tell you a thing or two about it;

It destroys you. Freedom is an addiction just like anything else.

Freedom is the sun calling you and bit by bit, it will melt that wax that holds you so fragile in the air, it will slow you down and confuse you and finally, it will plunge you to death.

So beware, even freedom can destroy.

Cogs

YOU DEPRESS ME. YOU AND YOUR QUAINT LITTLE LIVES. NO ROOM FOR DREAMING, NO ROOM FOR ADVENTURE, YOU LOOK UPON ANYONE WITH THE ABILITY OR THE DARING TO DREAM AS A LOSER.

you are stuck in your little world of pleasures. Of posessions and money, of small daily victories that spur you on towards other small victories. There is no time or place in that mind, for you to dwell upon the stars, for you to dwell upon religion and Islam and the wonder of the universe.
There is no time, no place, you are truly cogs. Cogs in one giant machine.

It erks me to be with you. To have to put up with your narrow minded closeness for eight hours everyday. It depresses me that i am in there with you. Stuck in a place that you really don't mind being in. A place where you take the opportunity to make life a living hell as much as possible, to anyone else.

You are lost in a petty fight. And i, for the moment, have to put up with you.

whenever i masturbate

i find i think of your face.
when those last moments of passion escape
and my mind gets lost
in realms of sexual adventure,
you surface.

you and your face
your body as it gyrates
to the tune of a sensual song
in the back of your head

your tongue as it wraps around me
urging me to let free
to liberate myself
through the soiling of your face.

your hips as they vibrate
as i enter and then hesitate
hard, throbbing
murky did our minds go then
with fumes of passion..

and the picture of you lying
on cold hard ground
eyes closed and a lost expression
hands caressing breasts
as my tongue caresses you.

and then i blow my load
and i wonder wtf
you are still doing in my head.

Why

If feeling is breathing

There is no meaning in living

Why I hurt you and why I lied

Why the feelings just twisted inside

Why the pain never materialized

But in you it turned a thousand cycles

Why my love for you never died

But changed a hundred times.

When you cried

It broke my heart

When you lied

I was distraught

But nothing compares to the feelings when

I realized I hurt you then

And then again and all through those times

Again and again and again

Heartless, cold,

I was possessed.

I was possessed.

But possessed by what?



What demons were living in my core?

What heartless beings of blood and lust

Would tear you apart so?

I still don’t know.

sirens

its too bloody hot to write anything man

but i shall try..

there are songs playing in my head

mostly made up of girls' voices

different girls

different voices

they are singing like the sirens

'come to me!'

but im so stuck here mesmerized

listening to them sing