If the doorbell rings
And you think you were followed…
What should you do?
Zombie diplomats are everywhere
Looking for nothing to do.
My machine tells me everything
Render nothing unto Caesar
For Rome is melting away into the past
Escape from the evil of the day
You are a pure angel in your sleep
The night can hold you
‘All men are enemies.’
The war-cry for the weak,
Which means nothing.
‘Why am I here?’
Don’t even live.
You should know something –
Tell me once:
Of your dreams
Empty and sad.
I’m only joking, lover.
You are beautiful,
I’m the one
Who is beyond, death.
The sky shines
gold and silver tears,
I dreamt it all!
I won’t deny it then.
Yes, I am a fool.
Yes, you are always right:
‘All men are enemies.’
I’m very scared of myself.
Descend the mountain of errors
As you think of
her Pacific imagery
a waste of living
She’s radiant in
You might just be
a lovable error.
Mobile panic leaves itself
in mobile mountains
follow you home.
On the lonely television
the screen shows
The Interstellar death
in praise of living.
O that I was young again
I would stagger my own mind, with the thoughts of my youthful years
I know the summer days have passed into the autumn evenings
I have watched the tide rise and the tide fall
I have watched the moon wax and wane
I know that
The morning breaks and the day returns
I know that
One day I will no longer bear witness to such events.
Watch the heavy clouds that can turn you into the blue madonna
What would you give to be important now that your fame has finished?
You could be as menacing as statues
If you face was as green as a valley
Shame your own bed with sad music
The conduct of all living things will flood the night with your fears
Look to your trophies which cover the fields
Now all rotten to the core
In this new destruction of silence
When the night comes deeply
searching for our dreams
shadows of the moon appear to move us quietly
into sleep and blackness
Solemn is the person unable to enter this kingdom
Half real and half awake
Night time covers all that is craved
Restless frustration released only in the progression
of dawn and the morning dew.
The day is drunk, and night is tired
This is the way forward to live a life
Don’t be put off, by logic or reason
Remember you are all too human.
Embrace all the destruction you can bring
There is no room in the streets
for your ego and your hangovers
You walk in terror trousers
Fear stalks your own dreams
Hand made horror is the new religion
In the setting sun of this world
Your shadow is spreading out
into the dark
like some slow beat…
Could lives be like spades?
Digging into the past, present, future?
Sometimes finding success
Sometimes finding nothing
Digging these holes
Digging these graves
Living themselves to death
Burying themselves into the past.
This is an age of new
awake from your dreams
break your eternal silence, as vile as it seems.
We are the men who strive to become gods.
Where does the fault lie?
We see all on the news
Infinite passion and pain
That takes us towards a lost eternity.
That nothing be to strange for tragedy
For muses sing of the death of our gods
Darkening thoughts in the hearts of men
Bring forth the days of man-made doom.
You can look out at a sea of faces
All in despair, and now broken to the world,
That they once called home
What progress has been advanced by all this suffering?
I walked down the street surreal
It growled; a dolphin!
The rain laughed at me,
I walked under the dolphin
Thunder collected the jokes
The dolphin swam away