Sunday, 9 May 2010

Art is a lie that makes us realise truth

Strolling along these Spanish streets
In old Pollenca Town
The buildings are softly whispering





Infused in bricks and mortar
A myriad of doors
Unlock Mallorcan histories
Egyptians, Romans, Ottomans and Moors
Battles fought
Blood is shed
United together they buried their dead

Me…I sit atop the Calvario Steps
Easel and brush in hand
Watching the sinners climb to the top
From my vantage witness stand

Will they be atoned?

Well… that’s not for me to say
I just paint the pictures
I have no Masters in my life
That I am ordered to obey

From a distant echo
Float the familiar sounds of my beloved guitar
I follow my ears through the streets to my beloved Alhambra bar
There I sit and watch the world
As loves and lives unfold
I catch a whisper on the wind
Interwoven with catholic gold

I walk these streets in dead men’s feet bequeathed to me upon defeat
The price I pay I’m dammed to say will greet me on departure day
But until then my mind is free to wander through this fantasy . . .

Salvation came knocking at my door

Salvation came a knocking at my door
Offering redemption
Said the choice was mine to choose
I was one of the favoured few
Could I really honestly refuse?
After a lifetime of playing out the blues

Well…he charmed me right there on the spot
I swooned
I swayed
The man was hot
A gambit served on a plate of gold
Wrapped me up in his protective fold

Seems my eyes did open wide
Soul betrayed as I complied
Incubus secured a willing bride
Sensibility ran off quick to hide
But not before in my ear it did confide

False prophets on this earth do roam
Sent from the Vatican in holy Rome
Beware of lies disguised with love
Procurer of the pouch that ferries foxglove
Defences blind he will cut out your heart
Then display your weakness
Like a piece of art
So think real hard of the choice in hand
Implication of death you must understand

Well…it stopped me right there in my tracks
And I thanked my sense for stating the facts
I was seduced by the serpent from under the tree
As he drip fed untruths of knowledge to me
Evil, Sin, Suffering, Sickness and death
Permeated from his putrid breath
But I was destitute of vision
For I just could not see
All I saw my opportunity turning up for me

What a wretched man am I?
As I wander on this earth
Searching for the answers
That will assist me in rebirth

But as you know we are all pre-programmed courtesy of the original sin
Flawed at creation to stumble through life with this knowledge imprisoned within

Jeremy Vine

Jeremy Vine is so divine

God I love that man

Maybe in another life

I could be more than just a fan

I’d bake him cookies every day

Treat him like a king

Introduce him to my kitty cats

And teach him how to swing

Hand in hand we would stroll

Through the meadows every day

Whilst picking wild flowers

I will be leading him astray

Finally the sun will set

Upon this field of corn

And in his arms my head will rest

Until the next new day is born

Tony Ted

When I was a little girl
I thought I’d have some fun
So I tore of all my summer clothes
And ran naked in the sun
The heat it did affect me
Frazzled out my head
So I summoned out my secret friend
His name is Tony Ted

Now Tony Ted is quite some guy
We kick about a lot
He has a great big bulbous nose
And hands with liver spots
He is getting on a bit now
And has to use a stick
But the most important thing still works
His humongous slippery dick

On this hazy summer’s day
My eyes they did espy
A psychedelic vision
That filled up all the skies
Of multi-coloured chickens
Clucking in the air
Blue, Pink, Green and Purple
And a giant panda bear

Now Tony Ted and I were shocked
As the chickens began to sing
We held our hands so tightly
To each other we did cling
Panda then tapped on my shoulder
And began to give me the eye
Before I knew it
I had sprouted some wings
And discovered that I could fly

Of I flew to a magical land
With bluebells in my hair
I danced amongst the fairies
Precious nectar they did share
We drank
And drank
And had a ball
Til I was fizzy and dizzy with love
And when I awoke
To my amazement
On my head were two turtle doves

They whispered ancient secrets
Into my tulip ears
Taught me things I should not know
Like the music of the spheres
They said that Tony Ted was bad
And that I was the chosen one
I had to gather an army
And head on towards the sun

Being a little girl
I didn’t quite know what to do
So I squatted down
Took a breath
And excreted a wiggly poo

When I awoke
Back I was
In the field of corn
Shamed by being naked
As the day was born

I searched all night long for my very precious friend called Tony Ted
Only to find him face down in the strawberries
Evidently dead
Around his head the doves did fly
Innocence so pure
My secret friend
Was just a symptom
But … now at last I had found the cure!!!

Shameful infection of a twisted mind

I’ll swing the rope way up high

Strongest rafter will comply

Snap my neck with joyful glee

A piece of art for all to see

Naked as the day is born

A crown of thorns

I will adorn

Paint my lips the reddest red

Sacrificial lamb now dead

And as he opens up the door

He’ll see I’ve evened up the score

Shameful infection of a

Twisted mind

Homemade formula for all of mankind

But then …

I’ll leave the best to last

Disbelieve is such a blast

Each will receive a virginal rose

Attached to a packet

That will disclose

All what he has done to me



Of a trusting family

And when he "hangs" his head in shame

My Innocence




Outside this fabled sphere

50 little soldiers
line up neatly
in a row
Mother’s Ruin
guarantors the flow
they succumb
with eyes anew
of the
Parades with
ancient held
Marching through
the chaos
Of any fear
Searching for
Outside this fabled sphere

Parish Priest required - All paedo's please apply

Father I do not forgive
For you are a man of sin
I saw you down by the riverbank
With Peter’s retarded twin
You took him to your special place
Where the wild roses grow
Stripped him bare
There in your lair
Before your gift
On him
You did bestow
I saw the look upon your face
As you thrust his small behind
Pure joy with a dash of nostalgia
Are words that spring to mind
And after the seed was planted
And after the deed was done
You turned the poor boy over
And continued on with your fun
The simple boy could hardly breathe
As you forced it down his throat
Fate sealed his sad dead eyes
On that riverbank so remote
And as the sun began to set
You placed him gently in his chair
Wheeled him back to your parish
As if you simply
Did not care
And now I stand before you
As you preach to the converted
About to unleash your secret
That you are one of God’s perverted

Maybe it's an age thing?

Why is it you hate me
I see it in your eyes
You don’t even try to hide it
With me
There’s no disguise
Maybe it’s an
Age thing
Why I irk you so
Maybe it’s because
You like to think
That I am
Either way
You break my heart
With your
Wicked words
The blatant disrespect
You show to me
Seems really quite
All I’ve ever done is loved you
Protected you from harm
I’m tired of your poison
I crave to see your charm
I know it’s in there somewhere
Hidden out of view
I’m going searching
Give me a clue
I will break down all those barriers
In which you’re tightly bound
Sneak in very carefully
You will not hear a sound
Traverse your war torn country
Until I find your cell
Then carefully extract you
From the hell in which you dwell
Wrap you up into my arms
Make sure you’re safe and warm
I will be the guiding light
From your internal storm
And maybe in the future
When your seas are calm
We will laugh and joke together
And I will see again your charm

Farewell to my Muse ..

I am now empty

I am …

Yin without Yang

Strawberries without cream

Love without hate

Simon without Garfunkle

For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags

I pleaded
I begged
Even got down on my hands and knees
All to no avail
Muse was adamant
Had had enough
Enough of what?
I asked
Enough of me he replied
I was struck dumb
What had I done?
What had I done?
Muse then sat me down
Like a naughty child
And gently began to explain to me
The reasons why he was leaving
With tears streaming down my face
I picked up my ever present pad
And noted them down

1) Delusions of grandeur
2) Inability to express thoughts/ideas coherently
3) Vulgar language for no apparent reason
4) Nonsensical political/social points of view
5) Outright refusal to listen

Even as I sat there listening
I knew Muse was telling me the truth
I do not think that he really wanted to go
But ..
To be honest
I had become such an embarrassment
To his ancestry
To the concept
That he had no choice
But to go
After I waved him goodbye
I went and sat in the fire chair
And thought to myself


We had kicked around together
For such a long time
It was just my own pure selfishness
That drove him away
Why did I not listen to him?
Take note of his wise words of wisdom?
After all he was my Muse
He was there for me
For me
Not for anyone else
For me …

God damn me

God damn me

God damn me

I have now seen the error of my ways

I am now packed
I am now ready
I am ready
To begin my own personal journey
To reclaim my Muse
To bring him back
Where he belongs
To bring him back to


"O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things I saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!"

Dante Alighieri, in Canto II of The Inferno

But still you stay ...

I watch your resentment
I watch your hate
Our empty existence
Is hard to negate
You say I’m a bully
You say I’m a cunt
No prizes here
This knife’s never blunt

But still you stay …

I destroyed your life
From the moment we met
Before me you
Now a man of regret
Once in my arms
Your soul was submersed
Now alone in our history
You’re driving

But still you stay …

Kept you away from your kith and kin
Indulged your repression with cardinal sin
Parallel existence out there somewhere
Conformity’s cute
When it’s with
People that care


Fucked up your head
Fucked up your brain
Made you succumb
Over and over again

But still you stay …

No rules for me
I’m tough and I’m driven
The darkness of life
To me is a given
But you
On your pedestal high in the sky
Will quiver
Will quake
Will never defy
I am blamed for your weakness
Your inability to act
This futile foible
Will forever protract

But still you stay …

So I bade you farewell
And alter this course
Our race is now over
I want a divorce

Goodbye …


We buried Pops in
Sunday Best
On that wet
November morn
I stood there in
Sunday Best




“Private Viewing” an hour before
In the tawdry “Chapel of Hope”
He looked real queer
In all his gear

As I stood there all forlorn

The shuffling crowd
Never knew the man
Lying here
In State
To them he was just family
To me
He was
My mate
Or so I thought
Until I caught
The eye
Of his First Born
Hanging back


All weathered and worn

Long forgotten memories
Bubbled up
From my dim and distant past

The rows
The dogs
Mr Plod


Dictated this man’s stone
Was duly cast

Out he went
A world
Where no-one ever cared
Left behind
His family




I watched this man
So lonely
With his eyes
Fixed on the floor
The family
Just ignored him
That I simply
Do abhor
So I wandered over
Stretching out my
He raised his head
And looked
At me
United we did stand
I smiled at him gently
His pain
I could not deny
We held our hands together
And bade our Pops goodbye

Families are an unpredictable breed
Often trapped between want and need
Some are cast out
Some are cast in
Never quite knowing
When the story begins
I decided a long time ago
To opt out of the family
And go with the flow
All except Pops
For he was my rock
Kept my feet on the ground
My shield from life’s knocks

So I pledge this ode to the one man that cared
And will always honour the times that we shared


Rob the Nob’s an ignorant man
Ill educated
chancer’s dripping pan

The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic whore
He entrapped her as his prisoner
So men could not gaze at her no more

Within a month
A life was spawned
Up the aisle they did flee
This is
my friend
Just the start
Of the
???????? dynasty

Deserted by their families
Cast out
To breed alone
Rob was dictatorial
A king upon his throne

No longer would she work for Smedleys up the road
Her life to now be governed by her husband’s crazy code

First came a boy “1”
Followed by a girl “2”
Followed by a girl “3”
Followed by a girl “4”
Followed by a girl “5”
Followed by a boy “6”
Followed by a boy “7”

Now “I” stand in this pecking order
somewhere at the top
The inheritance of madness
Nobody can stop
The boys were brainwashed daily
Taunted with being gay
Withdrawal kicked in very quick
And with them it did stay
The girls were whores and sluts
Irrespective of attire
Educated so very young to
all natural desires

After the birth of the firstborn
Rob decided to no longer work
His job was in the house now
In shadows he would lurk
Rules and regulations
Beaten with a stick
Quite an achievement really


Do you remember No1?
How you practised with your fists
Smashed his fucking head in
Til he was shrouded in a mist
He wore 4 jumpers every day
Because you told him he was puny
Are you proud of your inheritance?
You raving fucking loony

Note: No1’s best friend turned out to be a paedophile
but that’s a whole new chapter

Do you remember No2?
What happened when she was seven?
I don’t know what’s wrong or right
The truth lies in the vaults of heaven
She cut a blackbird’s head off
And danced with manic glee
You created all of us
One great big fucked up family

Note: No2 ended her marriage after falling in love with
her 15 year old baby sitter

Do you remember No3?
How you decided she was loose
So she crawled inside a bottle
of alcoholic juice
Every day she went out thieving
just to feed her habit
Rob do you remember the day that
you made her eat her rabbit?
Could not put down roots
So roamed from town to town
Keeping her head above the sewer
For fear that she might drown

Note: No3 is happy and leaves the past in the past where
it belongs ... for now

Do you remember No4?
That must have been some job
for her to have been sectioned so many times
When you stand before your maker
Will you admit
to all of your crimes?
Or will you shrivel up?
Try to pass the buck?
Well … listen up here Rob
You’re running out of fucking luck

Note: No4 is now living with another fellow loony and
trying to normalise her existence

Do you remember No5
The girl now thinks that every man is a paedophile
Can you imagine anything that really is more vile?
You turned the girl into a cunning compulsive liar
Lost forever behind the shield of the constant surface fire
Are you proud of all your children?
Does your heart not swell with pride?
Is this what you envisaged?
On that day you took your bride

Note: No5 is on the lookout for a rich farmer to impregnate
her so that she can live of off his money

Do you remember No6
Oh yes, of course, he lives on the same estate
But he won’t give you the time of day
Is it time yet to contemplate?
He keeps his family separate
Tries to keep them pure
Antidote was easy
Separation from you was this man’s cure
Feeling any guilt yet?
Shame for what you’ve done?
Or do you still think that we are all bastards
Each and every one

Note: No6 lives on happily with his family and has
had no contact for 15 years ... for now

Do you remember No7
The 7th child of the 7th child
Now where do I begin?
Fed him sweets and biscuits
Smirking with that evil grin
Kicked him out the house all day
Come the rain or shine
No wonder that he ended up
With a mind that’s much maligned
This man was surely worth a punt?
But not by you
Fucked up fucking cunt

Note: No7 continues trying to slay the dragon and is more
grounded due to the love of his son

So fuck you Rob and fuck your ways
I will hate you til the end of days
You had no right to fuck up the lives
Of your children
Or your whore of a wife
And when you die
When the time is right
When Beelzebub has you in his sight
That’s the point the cork will blow
Time slows down and you will know
Your wicked ways were not a given
You will never ever be forgiven
Into the bowels of hell you’ll burn
To late for lessons to be learned



Small minded bitch
From a small minded town
Peddles her poison
Then watches you drown
Drown in her gossip
The chit
And the chat
Blackens your name
In silent combat
Combat your chances
Of speaking the truth
Labelled by folk
As being uncouth
Uncouth and sullied

No Time For You

Worked it out yet?
Unravelled the clue?
Clue’s in the poison
From the small minded bitch
The witch with the curtains
Frequently twitch
Don’t listen to gossip
Free up your mind
And it will reveal
We are one of a kind
Kind that will ride
On the cusp of a wave
The real YOU is out there
Just waiting
Be brave
Brave is for folk
That need to depart
Folk that are more
Than the sum of their parts

Take a leap of faith

Break out from the mold

Life is here to be lived

And must not be controlled

Q - Sometimes in life it is easier to stay in a situation
but you need to ask yourself WHY
A - Fear of the unknown is a powerful and often
scary enough reason to make folk stay

There are no dress rehearsals in life my friend


Live it

Breathe it

Taste it

Touch it

Feel it,