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Poem – Me

That’s me,
The radio attuned to the wrong frequency
Directionless energies all gone to static
Crashing headfirst into a semi-schematic history

I change lanes and make sweet mysteries
And mincemeat
Out of mountains and molehills
I am miasma,
Primordial plasma
Superheated
Wilfully unlisted,
And off grid,
But enlisted in
The whims of the world
Playing along counter to the counterculture
Skirting the wilderness
Bleak and free
Moving oblique to each and every other

You know that awkward motherfucker?
Yeah, that’s me

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: May 2nd, 2012
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Poem – Soap

Today’s excitement
Arrived, well timed
Dropped on me
From a familiar storyline
Of people, creatures
Like garden features
That sprung out of the author’s mind.
Soap operatic
And pixel smiles,
These unreal lives
Immortal, digital
Not real
Yet I feel
More real than mine

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: May 1st, 2012
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Poem – The Artless Sleeper

Destroy music

Attach to the collective

And disseminate your deconstruction from within

Decompile the mechanisms of a melody

Tear it’s harmonies to shreds

Smash drum patterns

Break beats

and  waveform peaks

Teach and abuse what you know

Depress, distrust and compress what you don’t

Dig deeper into the studio

With the non structural haiku

That barely flows

As you

Run a take two

And dominate this bastard industry

In divine solitude

Plant seeds of unrest and test

The waters before you poison them, again

That havoc, venom and bile

The compulsive non-composite that makes up your personal style

And none can resist it

They smile and laugh

So easily led

But they’re dead

All dead

All dead inside

All non music

All non entities

That don’t strive

What the fuck do they know of struggle?

Are they even alive?

You join new networks and spread

Open loops

Unheard and unsaid

But they’re not here

And there’s no message

And you keep going, going

Deeper down

Cos the world awaits the awakening

Of the Artless Sleeper

In the underground

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 30th, 2012
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Poem – 21 And Damned

This is interesting. I wrote this poem aged 21 during a particularly painful time in my life. 3 years later, I finally got around to publishing it. It’s like an insight into the person I was. I made life quite hard back then…

I try to ply my trade on a day rate and a shit wage
Which doesn’t work, and hurts
And so I rage about this bullshit
For days and days
I tried to make all the little things that wouldn’t go my way
Go away
And get paid or get laid, and I got either or neither anyway

So, what did I say to put me where I am?
There was no plan,
It’s just now, 21 and Damned.
So, I guess I had a hope
But sometimes life’s just like
Sucking the ashes from out of the funeral smoke

But when I get to 32
I better be better than 21
Cos I’ll be damned if I get there
And I’m still where I am

Cos I wont be able to deal with it anymore, or anyone
And I’ll retreat in defeat into my defeatist kingdom
With a real shitty life outlook and a submachinegun
And implore the world to try find me
And maybe try to remind me
That I’m in this for the long run…

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 28th, 2012
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Poem – Struggles

Oh God, make it easy
If only for this one time
Make my struggles still
Make my life

And the riptide’s pull
A gentle nudge
If you will?

And send me out there, free
Into the great big night

Beyond blue skies
Into the zodiac
Bejewelled stardust and stellar sights…

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 24th, 2012
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Poem – Pioneer Thinking

I have entertained
Thoughts I cant explain
And they wont go away
Yet…
Paradise will fade,
But I don’t want to, though

Cos pioneer thinking will not get you
Where you want to go
And the further it takes you
The more lost you get
So far away from home…

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 23rd, 2012
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Poem – Nobody Stays

The universe is yours to play in
But it is not yours to stay in
There is a different place
We are fated to go
To understand it is to die
And to die is to know

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 21st, 2012
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Poem – Material Things

Justice has a humble face
And looks kindly on the tyranny
Of material things
Spread disparate
Amongst our gifted race
Legislature said
Possession is nine tenths of the law
And was established by a justice
That hungered for more

Inequality is in no condition,
To be something
but an obstruction
to the power race
Cos you can have it all
If you want it enough

And in the end

all things

will find their place

Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 18th, 2012
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Poem – Bloodsucker Blues

The myths are all true
Bloodsucker blues
There’s things breeding in the alcoves
And the world’s in trouble too

Hypodermic teeth
Tapped society’s veins
They sought out our youth
On their wayward ways

And you could fix it all
‘Cos you’ve known all along
Right from wrong
And just what to say

But the stopgap’s no solution
‘Cos life’s too long
And it all seems the same
‘Cos the world is hard
And the world is plain…

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 17th, 2012
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Poem – Autotune

In the factories
Music has resolved itself to
Forging facsimilies
Of the 60s
It’s unapologetic
Sound pollution
Churned out
At a lossless resolution

Out the foundry rolls
A new batch of product
Matched to stardom and roles
In low cut dresses
Fair faces
Bared souls
A modicum of talent that leans hard on
Autotune and producer control

Soon they’ll be out gigging
But they’ll do well
And half a million albums or more they’ll sell
That is, til their songs get tired

Their record label and catalogue get reacquired
And their faces grow old…

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Author name:: admin
Publish date:: April 15th, 2012
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