9/11

9/11
some went to heaven
some stayed
we all prayed
24/7

Ol’ Phil

ol’ Phil
fits the bill
he’s the one
that would kill
just for a thrill
and I think
that he will
in the still
of the night

Goodbye

I have to leave
you
now
said the foetus
to the womb

I have to
cut the cord
live my life
and find
my final tomb

Our demise

a dark descend
there is only fear
yet forgiveness
my dear friend

I pray
and put to rest
the beginning
of our end

Dear Bill

unable to cope
you hang yourself
with rope
you turn on
the gas
and let things
come to pass
or jump
in front of a train
as you can’t handle
the pain
you drive
off a cliff

but what if
you just chill
and take a pill
and make sure
you put me
in your will
or won’t
my dear Bill
I was kidding
cause I love you
in spite
of the money
you owe me
still…

Death

death is part of life
the end bit
for your husband
or your wife

your father
your mother
your sister
your brother

your friends
your fiends
and those
that do not bother

Everybody

everybody
wants to make a difference
but hardly anybody does

everybody
wants to be good
yet most of us feel bad

everybody
wants some change
whilst many of us fear it

everybody
wants to live
even though we die

The older you get

the older
you get
the more
end up dead

Here lies

here lies
a liar
whom one
must admire
as he did it
for the greater good
when he told
the rapacious rotund
he could live on
without food

Bombs away

bombs away!

away
with the bombs!

No fly zone

a fly
couldn’t fly
in a zone
of his own
so he disguised himself
as a book
but his cover was blown

Russian roulette

keep pulling
the trigger

you might
kill yourself
and the rest

go away
go figure…

USSuRper from the east

on your misery he shall feast

put im down
this usurper from the east

The lonesome neglected

out there
forgotten
and wasting away
the lonesome
neglected
some left
astray

A post from Mortem

“I’ve been
to hell and back…

I’m dying to know
the results of my autopsy”

~Mortem

RIP Meatloaf, heaven can’t wait…

go in peace dear Michael
and sing with the angels,
heaven can’t wait

thank you for the music
and farewell
my dear mate

Bowie

shining starman
galactic eyes
this lyrical labyrinth
his myth in disguise

fallen to earth
blessed with dark voice
his majestic apparel
and intellectual poise

shy oddity
golden hair
humble chameleon
with androgynous flair

magical star lit
in a theatrical maze
graciously styled
a visual daze

talented genius
majored in Tom
gracious Jones
my musical bomb

Reincarnation

I am part of the few
that came before me

I may crawl back into bed

you have passed
you are gone
now that you are dead

there is nothing left
for me but emptiness
I may crawl back into bed

No more

No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution