Garden of Evil

I went into bush the other day
Cruel gang bashings onto me made no sense
Fleeing criticism I got away
But there’s no sanctuary. Just silence
It is deathly silent. There’s a bird call
But it’s one voice among the silent guards
These guards are the trees - standing straight and tall
And spades are drawn in this life’s pack of cards
Music plays at the bush’s other end
I walk on a path that will take me there
As I walk the music distorts and bends
And a girl comes with a face full of fear

I walk on. She made the same mistake too
On never ending path I continue


22nd April 1999

No Words Necessary

Her impact on me was quite humoungous
She cast her spell on me. I was awe-struck
This Aphroditan walks among us
As she walks I still can’t believe my luck
To me she is a promise of a new day
I love her - That said with no denial
Have I ever said the wrong thing? No way!
I love no other and that is final
This goddess is a creature of beauty
Music is her voice. Honey is her hair
She herself - That is all there is to see
Every quality about her is fair

And my love is still here. It is not gone
And thanks to her I’m still kicking on


1st-2nd March 1999

The Angel

I am the angel who comes from above
I am here to bring light to the dark day
I am here to spread the whole world with love
But who said it was going to be that way?
You regard me as a symbol of hope
You all run to me. the young and old
My position you all envelop
I stare back at you - pitiless and cold
People rejoice in front of my stern face
Preacher says: “Evil paths we have taken
“But even though we have fallen from grace
“This sign shows we will not be forsaken!”

Sadly I am a messenger of doom
To say that the end is coming
Very soon


29th December 1998

Apocalyptic Future

This is how I envision your future
Nut then nothing is not quite what it seems
Gone is civilization that is pure
Nowadays people only live on dreams
You can achieve your dream in here. Or not
But whatever you choose you are insane
Some don't. They hang onto what they've got
Deluded civilization remains
Some people have dreams full of corruption
Sadly they are the ones that achieve their goal
Terror and violence. They spread disruption
So dominating, They have no soul

People lose sanity. So none can cope
Thus they have delusions. One being hope


27th December 1998

Spirit of Christmas

Christmas 1998 - Been and gone
And the millennium is approaching
But as Christ's birthday is still worth preaching
A concern hits me like bricks by the tonne

The birth of Jesus is a time of joy
The preacher says but no one is listening
There is this little boy who is grinning
He's getting a rocket powered toy

Now people only care about presents
I saw someone give a gift to a friend
The friend never got the gift in the end
The giver kept it - that's greedy nonsense

Shocked? Well that is life. And it sounds quite suss
The spirit of Christmas is lost to us


27th December 1998

The Simpsons

Some nights ago I turned on my TV
The Simpsons are on! I sigh with relief
But later I realize with disbelief
That this is not a cartoon that I see
Some people say seeing is believing
But what I see is life as we know it
Hardly amused, I feel compelled to spit
I cannot believe what I am seeing
The message presented here is negative
No one wins. Geniuses are ignored
Brats and punks are continually explored
I change channel for something more positive

With laughter of the damned this crap unfurled
I realise that this crap is the real world


27th December 1998

Nobody Likes a Hero

Nobody likes anything heroic
Heroes suck - that is a philosophy
Everyone I know follows it - but me
That piece of propaganda makes me sick
Those where my final thoughts before I died
See my friends and I were on a jet plane
But jet control some nuts wanted to gain
Yes terrorists came along on the ride
Our lives and the jet plane. That they will fix
Nobody moved - under the philosophy
As the baddies fled - no movement - not me
As the plane went down - still no heroics

Body temperature is below zero
Becuase no one wants to be a hero


15th December 1998

Childhood Fantasy destroyed by Reality

Then the teachers talking sent me to sleep
My brain switched off and into submission….

The Princess has been stolen by a creep
So I set off on a rescue mission
Bravely, I left my village and refuge
On my quest I leave civilisation
I see many sights - monoliths so huge
I march through places of desolation
To the creeps tower - A sight most uplifting
She will love me because I’m good hearted…..

But sadly, the teacher caught me shifting
And I got sent back to where I started

My mission failed at the tower’s gate
And so my princess will still have to wait


15th December 1998

My Biggest Poetic Confession

Anuptaphobics fear being single
That is my position. That’s what I’ve found
As I see happy couples all around
A deep down depression starts to tingle
I plead for empathy and sympathy
No one answers. Proof I am forsaken
Any girl I like is already taken
And my one girlfriend is apathy
I want someone to help me get through life
Emotional problems I have a lot
But I see that coupled guys have not
And I am left alone - destroyed by strife

I want someone for love but not for lust
Thus my kingdom is crumbling into dust


??/?? 1999

Propaganda

Muscles, long hair, unshaven - male folly
"Go for this guys girls" - says words that are false
Says words from a magazine called Dolly
And I look on with a look of repulse
This crap tells fools who to see, where to go
The gullible, naive, those with no sense
"Check out Leonardo di Caprio!"
This crap shows no signs of intelligence
Nothing matters more than a brain dead hunk
Rubbish invades the mind of another sap
I still wonder who buys this load of junk
As propagandists deliver crap
Your way of public speaking is a farce
So stick your propaganda up your arse


12th December 1998

The Temptress

She tore me apart and left me for dead
Seduction and lies go into her cake
My destruction is the plans she will bake
Unaware of the hurting in my head
I gave her all my love - what was a lot
Deluded I went on my hands and knee
All the while she cruelly laughs with glee
She gave me no love. Now it's what I got
Word of my folly was spread far and wide
Everyone went up to me and laughed
Her plan of doom did work well enough
And she drove me to attempt suicide

In her I put all my faith. Thus I fall
I'm down in the ground while she stands tall


3rd December 1998

Wish who were here?

Oh how I wish that she was here today
I need sympathy. She will understand
She gets me through taking me by the hand
All the things left unsaid. To her I will say
She wanted me but all was not sublime
I was not interested - Sad but true
But when I saw the light. She left me too
Still I return to claim what is mine
But now I am alone by methods foul
Boredom that eats me need retribution
I need to escape this institution
I do not care what's said. I need her now
I need to escape the jail that is this
I want her here now. It is her I miss


30th November 1998

E is not for Empathy

Everyone else happily in a circle sat
Chatting away as happily as can be
They sat there talking about this and that
And every one was happy - All but me
I have turned my back on the happy bunch
Sobbing a stream of a thousand tears
Unaware everyone else eats their lunch
Unaware I need help from my fears
Everyone laughs and jokes - Each having fun
While I crawl up into an unseen ball
Waiting for the help that will never come
Isolated and neglected, I fall

All I ever wanted was empathy
But in their group they will never see me


3rd December 1998