Satan smiles
"A terrible poem on the trials and tribulations of one poor soul"
Critics say "truly terrible" (the Guardian- of the gates of hell) "Worst thing I ever read" (the Mirror, in the bathroom)
Standing there he smiles at me,
all horned and red and mean as can be.
"Begone!" I cry "begone you beast!"
but it doesnt upset him in the very least.
"Im used to all these wails and cries."
he says as he stands there with his ghoulish smile.
"No ones pleased to see me any more"
he adds, brushing his forked tail on the floor.
"But Im here all the same.
Here to take you in my name."
"What's in it for me?" trembling, I ask
plucking courage in sips from my whisky flask.
"More money than you've ever seen,
and a hot new girlfriend who's barely 16.
She's a lovely girl with a great big rack,
and I'll even throw in a brand new cadillac,
and fame and glory, as much as you wish,
after all later on you'll be a tasty dish
for the demons and devils of hell to enjoy
-they always love playing with a brand new toy."
I pondered and thought for a second or two,
it didnt sound too bad but what was I to do?
"I understand we need to agree,
but I have to run, I'm desperate to wee
maybe we'll talk when Im back from the loo
but till then, its tarrah, and nice to meet you"
I said this nicely with a smile and a bow,
hoping to nip out and escape somehow.
He opened the door to the toilets for me,
and out I ran as quick as could be.
"Not so fast" he said and he grabbed my leg,
but I stomped on his fingers and kicked at his head.
he dropped to the ground with a groan and a thud,
and suddenly the toilets were covered with blood.
oh shit I killed him! I thought with alarm,
never mind, take deep breaths and try to stay calm.
i buried his body in the garden shed,
hope noone will find out that old Nick is dead.
Anyway its manslaughter, not murder, see?
After all he was the one that assaulted poor me.
So I killed him yes, but in self defence,
In the eyes of the law there's been no offence.
The devil's dead, i killed him you see,
and so far no come-back, i got away scot-free!
At night Im all horny and red and quite mean,
and my girl wants to know where the hell have I been.
we've just got together- she's really a dream!
But I cant tell her, she'll freak as she's only 16...
Shamanic poetry from multicultural global community-focused, musician and anthropologist, dreamer and writer, mycologist, drum-maker, thrice cursed.
Sunday, 26 October 2008
Monday, 17 December 2007
the dog the lizard and the snake
The dog, the lizard and the snake 5th december2007
Inspired by J.Bacle
The dog, the lizard and the snake
He loved her madly, maybe that was the mistake
She turned up in the bar
And they went for a walk
She said she painted the sunset
But she didn’t want to talk
The dog, the lizard and the snake
she painted his life black
but he still wants her back
Turned up at the bar
And they went for a walk
Trying to get her back
But she still won’t talk
He looked into the lake
Tried to break the spell
The lake thanked him, Arthur
But he’s still in his hell
The dog gets up
The lizard stares on and she’s sleeping in the sun
She must be blind not to see
She was the only one
Crying like the poet,
Who cries out in his pain
Who looked for a princess
and found just a snake
the dog, the lizard and the snake
where is the princess
as he’s drowning in pain
On which side of the planet
On which side of the mountains
On which side of the coin
Is there a princess or a snake?
Inspired by J.Bacle
The dog, the lizard and the snake
He loved her madly, maybe that was the mistake
She turned up in the bar
And they went for a walk
She said she painted the sunset
But she didn’t want to talk
The dog, the lizard and the snake
she painted his life black
but he still wants her back
Turned up at the bar
And they went for a walk
Trying to get her back
But she still won’t talk
He looked into the lake
Tried to break the spell
The lake thanked him, Arthur
But he’s still in his hell
The dog gets up
The lizard stares on and she’s sleeping in the sun
She must be blind not to see
She was the only one
Crying like the poet,
Who cries out in his pain
Who looked for a princess
and found just a snake
the dog, the lizard and the snake
where is the princess
as he’s drowning in pain
On which side of the planet
On which side of the mountains
On which side of the coin
Is there a princess or a snake?
West Kennet
West kennet
Late at night
Dark
Frosty ground crunches underfoot
Fear grips my heart
It wont let go
Not sure I can carry on
Got there and standing outside
Slowly fear starts to slide
Im going in
Down the steps
Of straw put down some time before
Main chamber surprisingly dry
But for some reason I want to cry
Shot marks on the wall
Target practice for the small minded
Take them down and bring them home
Sad for them
They don’t see
Light the incense
Warm now
Rattle and hum
Rattle and hum
They join in
Lots of them
More than I imagined
A bit overwhelming
Stop
Silence
Then a reply
Freeze
More reply
I join back in
It starts to rain on me
But this cant be
Im inside
‘Even the water that falls from the mountain is warm’
A sign
Everything is fine
Drop down
What is there to be scared of?
One day my ashes will be scattered in here
If im lucky
Maybe my daughter will spend the night here
Maybe she’ll be scared too
Forget fear
Focus
Its OK
Time to go
Say thanks
Thanks for having me
Byeeee!
See you next time
Late at night
Dark
Frosty ground crunches underfoot
Fear grips my heart
It wont let go
Not sure I can carry on
Got there and standing outside
Slowly fear starts to slide
Im going in
Down the steps
Of straw put down some time before
Main chamber surprisingly dry
But for some reason I want to cry
Shot marks on the wall
Target practice for the small minded
Take them down and bring them home
Sad for them
They don’t see
Light the incense
Warm now
Rattle and hum
Rattle and hum
They join in
Lots of them
More than I imagined
A bit overwhelming
Stop
Silence
Then a reply
Freeze
More reply
I join back in
It starts to rain on me
But this cant be
Im inside
‘Even the water that falls from the mountain is warm’
A sign
Everything is fine
Drop down
What is there to be scared of?
One day my ashes will be scattered in here
If im lucky
Maybe my daughter will spend the night here
Maybe she’ll be scared too
Forget fear
Focus
Its OK
Time to go
Say thanks
Thanks for having me
Byeeee!
See you next time
Thursday, 13 September 2007
wine
The earth has spun full circle,
365 days later, and here you are
unexpected turns have led us here
Not where we were
Further down the line
Older, perhaps wiser
Different.
I hope we are more like good wine than cheese
A bottle fit for pharaohs
To be savoured over the years
But to stay liquid sunlight
Come harvest time
If we are to be made into wine,
I pray
We may share the same bottle
A young, fresh wine
To be drunk early
By lovers perhaps
Drunk on love
Fresh wine, no cobwebs adorn our bottle
A light kitchen, no damp cellar
A wine to share and make merry
A passionate wine
Earthy and fruity
Unrefined but oh so rich
Like our love
Limitless in possibilities
365 days later, and here you are
unexpected turns have led us here
Not where we were
Further down the line
Older, perhaps wiser
Different.
I hope we are more like good wine than cheese
A bottle fit for pharaohs
To be savoured over the years
But to stay liquid sunlight
Come harvest time
If we are to be made into wine,
I pray
We may share the same bottle
A young, fresh wine
To be drunk early
By lovers perhaps
Drunk on love
Fresh wine, no cobwebs adorn our bottle
A light kitchen, no damp cellar
A wine to share and make merry
A passionate wine
Earthy and fruity
Unrefined but oh so rich
Like our love
Limitless in possibilities
Memoire
Je me souviens
C’etait deja des ans
Mais la passage du temps
De notre amour ne change rien
Tu te rappelles
Dessous l’arbre de noel
Le petit cadeau que je t’ai fait
Mon coeur pour toute l’eternite
Si j’ai perdu ton amour
J’espere que malgre tout
Tu te souviens bien de nous
Je pense a toi chaque jour
Et possiblement on retournera
Une autre vie se formera
Et le destin nous retrouvera
On s’aimerai encore une fois
Les desespoirs et les regrettes
Qu’on peut tenir dans la retraite
Sont surtout sur notre amour
Je t’ai ecrit chaque jour
C’etait deja des ans
Mais la passage du temps
De notre amour ne change rien
Tu te rappelles
Dessous l’arbre de noel
Le petit cadeau que je t’ai fait
Mon coeur pour toute l’eternite
Si j’ai perdu ton amour
J’espere que malgre tout
Tu te souviens bien de nous
Je pense a toi chaque jour
Et possiblement on retournera
Une autre vie se formera
Et le destin nous retrouvera
On s’aimerai encore une fois
Les desespoirs et les regrettes
Qu’on peut tenir dans la retraite
Sont surtout sur notre amour
Je t’ai ecrit chaque jour
tree
One tree
Standing alone
Offering a solitary respite
From sweltering heat
One tree
Twisted and gnarled
Humble yet proud
A survivor
One tree
Constantly consumed
Yet always growing
Stretching and shrinking
One tree
Part of an endless cycle
Nature and life
Will you share its shade with me?
Standing alone
Offering a solitary respite
From sweltering heat
One tree
Twisted and gnarled
Humble yet proud
A survivor
One tree
Constantly consumed
Yet always growing
Stretching and shrinking
One tree
Part of an endless cycle
Nature and life
Will you share its shade with me?
REDES
Seguir buscando, trantando de buscar,
Una salida a todo esto,
A las redes que me atraparon,
Que me dejaron seco en la oscura noche del destino
Un destino que me encierra
Que me atrapa en sus frias garras de animal
Salvaje y violento,
Aquí me encuentro
Todavia perdido pero siguiendo rumbo fijo
Guiado por aquel terrible destino todo poderoso
Una potencia superior a mi
Corre en mis venas
Obligandome a seguir con esta busqueda
Una busqueda que me conduce al azar
A la suerte traicionera
Y a los sueños incumplidos
Una salida a todo esto,
A las redes que me atraparon,
Que me dejaron seco en la oscura noche del destino
Un destino que me encierra
Que me atrapa en sus frias garras de animal
Salvaje y violento,
Aquí me encuentro
Todavia perdido pero siguiendo rumbo fijo
Guiado por aquel terrible destino todo poderoso
Una potencia superior a mi
Corre en mis venas
Obligandome a seguir con esta busqueda
Una busqueda que me conduce al azar
A la suerte traicionera
Y a los sueños incumplidos
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