Only the good get assassinated

Please come back to Earth Mahatma Gandhi
We need your compassion and smiling face
We need your peaceful words quite urgently
You could put Bin Laden back in his place
We need you back here Martin Luther King
Your people are fighting their white brothers
Your speech making skills could be just the thing
Teach them again to love one another
Come down from Heaven Mister John Lennon
We need you to write a new protest song
One of peace, strength, determination
One which every human can sing along

The truth is the morons are in control
The human race needs help before it falls.


5th June 2005

Il mio amore il mio tesoro

Surrendering her lovely red satin
Lowering her arms, her soul laid to bare
With her jet black hair, sweet smile and pale skin
Towards a moment only we will share
Embracing arms ensnare one another
Two hearts beat as one: The heat they concede
A raging passion burns like no other
With a burning desire that we’ll both heed
Opening up my heart to let you in
Showing what the other will only see
There’s nothing to hide. Defences fallin’
As these bodies explode in ecstasy

I want to show you what you mean to me
Because here with you is where I should be


13th May 2005

The Asberger Prayer (Going somewhere)

Lord, I hope you’re hearing me tonight
I have a problem that needs solution
I need a push in the right direction
I need to know what I’m doing is right
It’s hard to survive in this world you see
The people I talk to are confusing
Therefore it is my face that they’re refusing
Am I doing something wrong? Please tell me
Lord, I seek the services of your touch
To guide me through the odds against me stacked
To help me realise a plan of attack
I need your gentle guiding hand so much

Please walk with me as I go on my way
So tomorrow will be a better day


13th May 2005

A rainy Sunday afternoon

Of constant rain falling outside. The drone
Rain hammers on the roof. Shadows creeping
Skies of clouds and grey. Emotions seeping
Together in an empty house alone
A Nick Cave song plays on the stereo
As we’re both locked in a moment tender
Give all. Hide nothing thus I shall render
Dropping my guard to let the pure love show
Lying beside with hands caressing the skin
Sparkling blue eyes. Shower of golden hair
Soft shoulders, pure neck, asking me to dare
With the sweetest of voices, whisperin’

With rhythm established, bodies mingle
And a sense of destiny shall tingle


11th May 2005

Ama Lamia

All the ravens flock to her soft white skin
As her jet black hair drifted in the breeze
And in awe of her I fell to my knees
And in her brilliant blue eyes I drowned in
I didn’t see the rose die at her touch
I didn’t see her step out from the shadows
I didn’t see the candle’s pure flame go
Only the temptation I want so much
She has a cold heart that aches for warming
She has a longing that needs to be fed
As I place a kiss on her lips, blood-red
I can feel a spark in my heart forming

She has come across the oceans of time
To this point, within my arms, where she’s mine


5th May 2005

A phone call from my ex

My ex called me up last night just to say
That I was a jerk – and she was smiling
She said: “Without me, how are you going?”
And I told her today was a great day
Today was the day I took out the trash
The day I burnt my hand when pouring tea
When the postman brought only bills for me
And my car got totalled in a huge crash
Today, my boss fired me on the spot
I missed the bus and got caught in the rain
I got mugged whilst waiting for a train
And the water in my bath wasn’t hot

And then I said today was a great day
There’s no need to worry: All was okay


5th May 2005

The joys of being an adult

I can get up whenever I want to
No one complains when I make my own rules
No one objects when I do what I do
I make my own perception on what’s cool
I vow to do something new every day
I spoil myself because I’m worth it
I don’t care what those younger than me say
Anyone can whinge but who gives a shit?
I can go to bars and get legally drunk
The government pays me heaps to find work
I can have the attitude of a punk
I can swear lots and not be called a jerk

Me set an example? What an affront!
I’m an adult. I can do what I want


24th April 2005

No Good

It’s true: I am just no good any more
I’ve now become a worthless piece of scrap
There’s nothing I can use to fill the gap
And who wants to listen when you’re a bore?
Can someone save me from my misery?
The role I was made for is now crumbling
And I don’t know what I should be doing
And all my dreams have flown away from me
I want to take my place on this planet
I want to live this short life as I choose
But who wants to be your friend when you lose?
And how far can one fall when there’s no net?

Who wants to hear all about a loser?
Who failed his task to find an answer?


21st April 2005

Raped at an Anime Convention

She cosplayed as Yuna from FFX
With body good and disposition shy
She stepped in and caught everyone’s eye
She wouldn’t have guessed what would happen next
The hall was filled with geeks from end to end
The ones that lived on porn and lechery
The men who were ugly, fat and smelly
The types that would never get a real girlfriend
All the geeks smiled crocodile smiles
She appeared unaware – All the better!
All reached the one commanding thought: Get her!
And she was pulled down onto cold floor tiles

The geeks sought to lose their virginity
She did scream but no one could hear or see

9th April 2005

Gentlemen prefer blondes

I don’t care what anyone else may think
You are not a brain-dead wonder to me
Shower your kisses down on me baby
Because you’re the sweet wine I want to drink
Everything about you seeps perfection
Your blue eyes, your lips, your shoulders, your skin
I will open up my heart to let you in
As yours’ empty, will be your salvation
Let me touch your hair – so golden and pure
I want to rest on its softness so fine
Come over here. I am in your allure
And I want your warm body next to mine

In the midnight hour, it’s just you and me
In this world, that’s the way it ought to be


9th April 2005

Let’s send all our warmongers into space

Here’s an idea: Let’s fight our wars in space!
We could use weapons from Star Wars no.2!
And those Valkyrie Jets from Macross too!
With Gundam mecha all over the place!

Let’s send all our warmongers into space!
Once there, they can settle their differences
And fight without any borderlines or fences
Because this Earth isn’t the best place

Truth is, I don’t want this planet destroyed
Just because some idiot demands it
And will stop at nothing to have throats slit
And all logic and reason become void

What a shame some people are blind to the fact
That Earth was designed for us as our home
Because those warmongers all fight alone
It seems a spine is something they all lack

It’s the support they keep on demanding
Thus many an innocent life is lost
While the warmongers calculate the cost
Ironic how they’re always left standing

They never listen to the people’s voice
They’re just fighting for their own ambitions
And living off their own sick corruptions
And they insist we don’t have a choice

I will pay those sods so they’ll leave this world
We certainly don’t want them around here
And while they fight, we can live without fear
And the sods won’t see the love below unfurl

I want all warmongers to go to space
I want to live on this planet not fight
For a corrupted vision of what’s right
So please take your wars from out of my face


26th March 2005

The collapse of a romance

It’s true: She won’t talk to me any more
Her reasons why are being kept from me
She doesn’t let me hold her like before
For an excuse I’m unable to see
Her heart can no longer detect my key
She’s less than thrilled when I say she’s the one
Must she do this? She won’t answer my plea
She used to smile - So where went all the fun?
I’ve been waiting so long for her to come
And there won’t be another one like her
I don’t want to lose when I think I’ve won
Therefore I don’t want this to be over

There must be something here which I can mend
Cos’ I don’t want this lovely dream to end


26th March 2005

The Goth and the Geek

I hate those who want to prosecute me
They call me a prat – alternatives naught
It’s because I’m different from them you see

They all perceive me as a freakish sort
Because I like to read books by the score
And I hate all type of organised sport

They think I’m weird because I like Star Wars
And because where none dared to tread
So they write me off as a dreadful bore

They wouldn’t dare touch the books I’ve read
And with me they don’t want a thing to do
Guess it’s too easy to call one a dickhead

You hate those who want to persecute you
It’s because you’re different from them you know
And not worthy of being in their crew

You wear nothing but black from head to toe
And you write poetry that is so dark
And you detest the world around you so

Reason being all around you is stark
Because, unlike them, you simply aren’t cool
And as you’re different, they must bark

Yes, you didn’t graduate from their school
Therefore they want you out of their sight fast
So they would rather dub you as a tool

And since we both end up coming dead last
It’s unsurprising we meet each other
So we both meet each other as outcasts

Banished from this world, we both seek cover
To hide from the pain, the strife and the lies
But what we both found was one another

Looking to see the other in our eyes
All pupils detect a common interest
It was then that we both came to realise

A sense of unity that is the best
A kind gaze that cares little for our flaws
A kinship that will, to the world, attest

I will open my heart if you open yours
So it can catch the emotion I’m spilling
And then purge your infected heart from sores

I’ll be your best friend. Ready and willing
I will comfort you if you comfort me
Reach out and catch the love I’m delivering

Introverts are drawn together you see
I ask you: Please take this hand and this chance
Because we are the same: You are like me

Our persecutors won’t see this romance
For they’re blind with their contemptuous glares
Let them sneer when they see us holding hands

We don’t need anyone else to see or care
Simply because we don’t need another
This is our private love which we both share

Close the door because we have each other
We have our own romance in our own world
So come into my arms my Goth lover


10th March 2005

Desert Wanderer

The morning came with the clearest of blue sky
Not a sound could be heard across the plain
In a world of sand, there’s nothing to gain
It’s time to go - to search, to satisfy
There’s gotta be something better out here
Why not go out there and try finding it?
The feet move, the fists clench and the teeth grit
The eyes look forward, revealing no fear
The pace grows steadily with momentum
The heart is filled with a sense of purpose
The stride has power but is never cut terse
The smile is warm as the rays of the sun

I will do this because I said I could
And the sun’s rays have never felt so good


10th March 2005