Here I am playing the game
all around me people are going insane
Up each morning earning their daily bread
marx and lenin hardly being read.
Day turns to night
the digital light
burning
for what are we now yearning
worldly fine tuning
and the axis is turning
catastrophies leering
cajoling and steering
existential vapours caressing
our sordid desires
gaping deep
into our insatiable cordless fires
Still waters run deep
i am still playing the game,
just not enough to see me again.
Why I still do it
Dip down Dip down
There ain't no damn trickle down
Prices have risen so proudly
Shares have gone through the roof
Your (ISAS) are safe as houses
Proudly remaining aloof
Dip down Dip down
There ain't no damn trickle down
The scum all waiting at the food bank
The loosers all sleeping in the park
Get off your sweet little asses
And fill out the forms below
Dip down Dip down
There ain't no damn trickle down
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
Everything was fine till passing that call
Openimg up and questioning it all
The rebel beside me
Churning around breaking in turmoil
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
An inert joy inspired me
In Noticing the reaction And contraction
Of The effectivity of this state
On the consumer of my trait
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
Anger emotions out of control
Plastered nicely in my inner wall
avoiding confinement by the state ,
still leading to deepening hate
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
Betrayed all along left to my fate
different to all at that date
No need to worry
Needless of your sorry
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
A second voice out of control
My mind ignited inside me
I want to be good
10 miles tall and seeing it all
Living with Pilatus and Paul
Absorbing the urban spawl
Glass Vitrine.
How was your day, i don't really care
Why do you worry, you don't have to fear,
Do you remember our first sweetend tear
Under my control, you have entered my lair
I cook to perfection the dish fore your eyes
But something is missing in your applause
Let me guide you, in dismantling walls
Believe me my darling, forget all them lies
Stop the press, only good news to go
All the rest you don't need to know
Stop the press, only good news to go
All the rest you don't need to know
I left some space, come sit down beside me
Time has been saved, your reminder light is now out
Leaving you, honey, without any doubt
Only with me, can you ever be free
Deflecting your thoughts, disecting your dream
I know all too well what you sometimes go through
Trust in me baby, i know what to do
Putting your life into my glass vitrine
Stop the press, only good news to go
all the rest you don't need to know
Stop the press, only good news to go
All the rest you don't need to know
Deflecting your thoughts, disecting your dream
Putting your life into my glass vitrine
Doing a favour was
not part of the deal
It was you and you
alone who set up this ordeal
Owing you
is void of all fun
a shot in the head
is better than none
I didn't ask
you offered it me
you were crawling
on your one free knee
to curry some favour
you put down your arms
you laid your rules
all in my palms
Your addictIon to return
disminshed those claims
his leadger of bad debts
is all that remains
v
He is fit for work Hes just putting it on
We cant write him off for so long
Hes bluffing hes huffing hes having us on
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Value for money, shareholders worth
Incremental movements pouring oil on the flames
Lets find lodgings for the remaining names
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Under us we will get him working again
Squeezing out the last marginal worth
Even if it means putting him under the earth
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
The greed flowing out of the eyes
Mind accounting an extra comma here and there
Energizing the wealth with cool jelled down hair
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
The shyers the conners the having it oners
Will reap what they sow as they pay as they go
Whilst we at the top wont need to know
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
He is fit for work Hes just putting it on
We cant write him off for so long
Hes bluffing hes huffing hes having us on
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Value for money, shareholders rebirth
Incremental moves pouring oil on the flames
Lets find lodgings for the remaining names
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Under us we will get him working again
Squeezing out a magical marginal worth
Even if it means putting him under the earth
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Addictive greed flowing out of the eyes
Mind accounting an extra comma here and there
Energizing the wealth with cool jelled down hair
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
The shyers the conners the having it oners
Will reap what they sow as they pay as they go
Whilst we at the top wont need to know
Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain
Resilience is ... I am bending around , shrinking , changing my form. finding a place to fill, elastic , formable, deforming my shape , all fo rthe good of avoiding red tape. my brain is imploding -- too many ifs too many whys . overloaded emotions -- confusing lies-. which way to turn . no routes to take overcoming fears playing down threats ignoring effects-- welcome to denial .. Resilience is--
SURROUNDED : Everything around me , has been used, carrying actions thoughts not all mine.. memories of where and when or from whom place time person , a memory game.. a symbol of poverty , banality meaness or wealth. trendsetter or admiiting defeat.. nothing exists all by itself. the inverse must be to provide (the old) for me
Out of date, still nutrition inside .. open the can beware its rusty outside.. pour in the pot energy switched on warming up degree by degree spluters and bursts heat turned down simmering along to the sounds of the waves inside steam arising aroma filling the time stood still walls . satisfaction a meal awaits .. out of date
... Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl Everything was fine till passing that call Openimg up and questioning it all The rebel beside me Churning around breaking in turmoil Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl An inert joy inspired me In Noticing the reaction And contraction Of The effectivity of this state On the consumer of my traint Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl Betrayed all along left to my fate different to all at that date No need to worry Needless of your sorry Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl A second voice out of control My mind ignited inside me I want to be good 10 miles tall and seeing it all Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
Henry
A bass in the corner
What a disgrace
It was Henry's, it was
Before he got it in the face
Playing so cool
His beat took up the room
Took up the room
Took up the room
Starting his life,
Playing on the farm
Which were o be fatile
As it was going to do him harm
Strumming in the band
With his fat and grizzly hands
He got the girls at dancing
Sweltering in the sands
Playing so cool
His beat took up the room
Took up the room
Took up the room
Past came a calling
Was it a sign for love?
Standing at the [thresher]
Suddenly comming alive
Throwing out eery sound
Stopping Henry's jive
Playing so cool
His beat took up the room
Took up the room
Took up the room
A bass in the corner
What a disgrace
It was Henry's, it was
Silence taking up the space
A loner in life just lost and found
No time left for the profound
The passing of time is a deceptive sign
Bordering on a thin line
Never connecting with those around
Failing all common ground
Underchallenged
Underachieved
Undernourished
Things he believed
Sinking down lonely, shut out but void of pain
Striving towards power glory and gain
Entrenched in ones self pity and shame
Plans all unwritten and (even) lame
Never connecting with those around
Failing all common ground
Misrated
Mislayed
Misvalued
Things he paid
Not fitting into any particular plot
Though every pan has its top
Looked down upon, scorned and misconstrued
Constantly being riddiculed
Never connecting with those around
Failing all common ground
Constipated
Conspired
Controlled
People he admired
Ode
you alltogehter got me back on my feet
you gave me some dosh to start a new line
thanks to you i am doing fine
i bought an old house
using loads of your things
inspired hundreds of others
to apply for new wings
the grass is now greener
on my side of the hill
ta for mentioning in your latest will
before your taking your last favourite pill
Everything was fine
Till the time
Came
My mind ignited
Opened up
Questioned it all and
The rebel inside
Churned around
A second voice out of control
Living with Pilatus and Paul
I wanted to be good
...
Living with Pilatus and Paul
(Reim auf Paul // crawl/sprawl/drawl)
An inert joy fired me
Noticing the reaction
And contraction
The effectivity of my state
On the consumer of its trait
Betrayed by my so called mates
I was different I suppose
What I ordered today
is consumed by tomorrow
No need to worry
about your sorrow
A second voice out of control
living with Pilatus and Paul
I wanted to be good
Too many things started
but nothing complete
Long hours commissioned,
thinking on them feet
Provoking attachments,
But getting none
Disillusioned moments
Awarding deluded fun
Either or goes on tour
Pleasing little minds
Too many people start to bore
Smothering over all unkinds
Faces carresseing solitude
Catalysed thoughts spuing out
Taking words to allude
Confronting goals to surmount
Anger emotions out of control
Plastered nicely in my inner wall
surppresed concisely,
avoiding confinement by the state
still leading to hate to a terrible fall
Sadness deeply embroiled
etching away at my lonely soil
surppresed concisely, within
a hardness a softness turmoil a hardening softening turmoil
emmeresd in battle
paralyness analyness
outbursts of fear
combusting in a tear.
Deffering to authority
they had us by our balls
All the years fighting finding a place
All just started in the city's mall
Went up like a rocket that baseline ace
Carmouflage suckers planning to call
Losing it all with one embrace
No chance more (...)
Back to the roots, try and retrace
The rise and fall of (...)
Waking up with sweat on the face
Voices pushing towards a fall
All around are on this case
Touching, prodding, giving it all
Losing it all with one embrace
No chance more to (...)
Back to the roots, try and retrace
The rise and fall of (...)
Rolling on costs to increase the gain
(...)
Putting all the marginals to the deepest of shame
making the life so (…)
Losing it all with one embrace
No chance more to (...)
Back to the roots, try and retrace
The rise and fall of (...)
I've been damaged by your smiles
Ingratiated by your lies
Forced to break all my ties
Beneath (under) my body the truth lies
Worst of all
I started it all
...
[If there is a God hear my call
Held in by detection(s)
Trussed up perception(s)]
My thoughts unfocused and confused
Scattered and diffused
Intermittedly beaten and abused
Mutilated passions desperately (re)used
Worst of all
I started it all
...
[If there is a God hear my call
Held in by detection(s)
Trussed up perception(s)]
This is my case
Will I ever end this race
And bow down to save my face
Amongst the softness of heathen lace
Everything was fine
till the time
Came
my mind ignited opened up
quetioned all and
the rebel inside churned around finding an outlet
An inert joy fired me
noticing the reaction and contraction ,
the effectivity of my state
on the consumer of the action
A second voice out of control,
living with Pilatus and Paul
I wanted to be good what i did was not too bad
a know all, show off, clumsy, desperate dan. Bad tempered, sneaked upon, shat upon bullied, blackmailed
big mouth, tantrums . anger outbursts supressed aggression, deep sadness suicidal thoughts /
(at 8 or 9 should i jump out of window Hildas called me stupid and come along go out and play alone)
Betrayed by my so called mates Mark and Paul
I was different I suppose. Active never sitting still. Avoided conflict for my own good, did not have my anger under control did not want to be confinded by the state which i was already beginning to hate)
Anger emotions out of control
Plastered nicely in my inner wall
surppresed concisely,
avoiding confinement by the state ,
still leading to hate
Sadness deeply embroiled
etching away at my lonely soil
a hardness a softness emmeresd in battle
paralyness analyness outbursts of fear combusting in a tear.
Deffering to authority
they had us by our balls
No holding back in showing
Who had all the calls
Motified , debilitated
following the course
defying all logic
no signs of remorse
Seething defiance
embossed on our souls
holding back with patience
filling in the wholes
paralising analysing
throwbacks all in line
trussed up emotions
waiting for the time
tantilisng freedom
caressing inner lives
stimulating contentment
only the best survives
the search, demand for perfection has always been used to create elites as an acknowledged pecking order,
unions have been scorned upon partnerschafts etc
group or team sucess is given less esteem
doing it on ones own gives the biggest orgasm
the sum of the parts should never be bigger than the whole according to capitalist logic . economic and resource logic it is perfect
how many skills and ideas are killed by lack of teamwork and sharing and collaboration???
Too many things started but nothing complete
Long hours ,,,commissioned, thinking on them feet
Provoking enlatchments, getting none
Disillusioned moments deluded fun
Either or goes on tour
Too many people start to bore
Little things please little minds
Covering up all unkinds
Your face carresses my solitude
Taking words ahead to allude
Thoughts catalysing spuing out
Confronting goals to surmount
I ve been damaged by your smiles
Ingratiated by your lies
Forced to break all my ties
Beneath (under) my body the truth lies
My thoughts unfocused and confused
Scattered and diffused
Intermittedly beaten and abused
Mutilated passions desprately reused
Worst of all (I started it all) this is my case
Will I ever end this race
And bow down to save my face
Amongst the softness of heathen lace
you cant work withnout no structure
So i give you a hand , before you rupture
Your mind is working so miniscule
No time do you plan to look over the pool
Here I am playing the game all around me people are going insane Up each morning earning their daily bread marx and lenin hardly being read. Day turns to night the digital light burning
for what are we now yearning.
worldly fine tuning and the axis is turning catastrophies leering cajoling and steering
existential vapours caressing our sordid desires gaping deep into our insatiable cordless fires
Still waters run deep i am still playing the game, just not enough to see me again.
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Count your blessings that I ve come at all
there are other places to go
so let me see you crawl
or s hall we wait and enjoy your fall
24 7 is what we want and all you do is go off on a ball
too many books have passed through those hands
giving you thoughts above your place
why do you think you can save the human race
you are here to serve
our comfort system
not
to thow our whims i
nto a self built shoddy latrin
when its gone
it will seem you have never been
so get the door open and and fullfill our dream
you are bored and dare to waste out time
writng infantile poetry which dont even rhyme
if you cant do it well knock it on the head
or dig a big a whole
in your vegetable bed
this will become your most read
piece
packed away int that newly purchased shed
off the wheels turn, away, from the crowds
heaving with force massive turds,
so much better than words
It was as if i was born again
Until i saw i had become so thin
It was over , I had won but
little did I know the battle had just begun.
Floods of fluids were stuck in my veins seeking out just what remains.
Pines of slime trickled in , the bystanders shook with every limb, not for me but their selves living somewhere within.
Flashes passing, touching sparks of joy did they know if I were a boy or a girl, craving for an intravenous whirl.
kicking out all senuous desires beyond belief of my living cells counting the dead one by one.
Which were telling lies
Turning over pages of love and hate waiting hopefully for a change to my fate pictures moving before my eyes doubts , regrets, images fading , swelling,soaked to pulp, will I see again a glimmer of hope.
Too late, you have had your fun since
the begining of time we have all
breathed, and infused ourselves with this feeling,
but too late Oh, it is oh so too late.
Grumpy old man
Its gone I want it back
Who took it and
Put it in an old sack
It was there now its away
I didnt notice until this day
As its free, you pay no fee
So much better than a cup of tea
Feelings lost entangled nerves
Striving for those just deserves
Blank to pictures of tenderness
Retarded needs soft carress
Solid shutters bar the way
No gleam of light on this day
Slithers of hope flashing bye
Almost caught as here I lie
Resurgent emotions slowly rise
Big enough to fit my size
Make the move change the lane
You can find it once again
Its gone I want it back
Who took it and
Put it in a sack
Burns Night
January 25th marks the annual celebration of Scotland's national poet Robert Burns. Find out about his life and poetry, the Burns supper
Ae Fond Kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
www.scotland.org/whats-on/burns-night
When i sit with no fear without a tear
I hear the key slide in the lock
Hoping for a smile and a certain look
Observing reading like a favourite book
is she looking back
wondering where shes coming at
what will she find
is she changing her mind.
knowing i am there
is she having a scare
When i sit with no fear without a tear
hearing the key slide in the lock
Conjuring images crystal clear
Tender love a mellowing blear
Remembering the scenes
as we first met
taking a final bet
she chose me
was my first thought thought
merely a last onslaught/ resort
When i sit with no fear without a tear
I hear the key slide in the lock
Hoping for a smile and a certain look
Observing reading like a favourite book
my pride, there for me
as i faintly hoped
was i mildly doped
no lights in her eyes
was I one of her lies
giving me soulful cries
When i sit with no fear
without a tear
I hear/Hearing the key sliding in the lock
watching out for a leer
sitting up strangely straight
sensing no covered mock
Standing still all alone
Shining all coyly bright
Giving me her outstretched hand
Knowing its alright
Holding her rigidly tight
Sending me a perfect fright
When i sit with no fear without a tear
I hear the key slide in the lock
Hoping for a smile and a certain look
Observing reading like a favourite book
as you drive passed
A small shop in the middle of Hamburg-
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When times are hard nothing better than bricks and mortar to keep you warm. The room for thinking and imagination, a place to ponder and think
Here I am playing the game all around me people are going insane Up each morning earning their daily bread marx and lenin hardly being read. Day turns to night the digital light burning for what are we now yearning. worldly fine tuning and the axis is turning catastrophies leering cajoling and steering existential vapours caressing our sordid desires gaping deep into our insatiable cordless fires Still waters run deep i am still playing the game, just not enough to see me again.the new holiday home
my warehouse full of treasures to fund me in my old age
the chicken hut
The warehouse full for my old age
SURROUNDED : Everything around me , has been used, carrying actions thoughts not all mine.. memories of where and when Refugeor from whom place time person , a memory game.. a symbol of poverty , banality meaness or wealth. trendsetter or admiiting defeat.. nothing exists all by itself. the inverse must be to provide (the old) for me
Out of date, still nutrition inside .. open the can beware its rusty outside.. pour in the pot energy switched on warming up degree by degree spluters and bursts heat turned down simmering along to the sounds of the waves inside steam arising aroma filling the time stood still walls . satisfaction a meal awaits .. out of date
... Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
Everything was fine till passing that call Openimg up and questioning it all The rebel beside me Churning around breaking in turmoil
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
An inert joy inspired me In Noticing the reaction And contraction Of The effectivity of this state On the consumer of my traint
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
Betrayed all along left to my fate different to all at that date No need to worry Needless of your sorry
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
A second voice out of control My mind ignited inside me I want to be good 10 miles tall and seeing it all
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
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Resilience is ... I am bending around , shrinking , changing my form. finding a place to fill, elastic , formable, deforming my shape , all fo rthe good of avoiding red tape. my brain is imploding -- too many ifs too many whys . overloaded emotions -- confusing lies-. which way to turn . no routes to take overcoming fears playing down threats ignoring effects-- welcome to denial .. Resilience is--
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