Never

                             Never...

The  CIA killed Jimi, Marilyn

And Lennon too!

Jesus and Mary appear in muffins and

Tortillas and clouds,

And I’m sure I’ve seen a UFO or three!

Big Brother is watching and conspiring,

Pigs fly, statues cry tears of blood,

And the world is controlled by the Illuminati;

Or is it the Club of Rome, or 

Ronald MacDonald!!?

One thing I’m sure of, it ain’t me!

Paul is dead, Elvis lives,

Aliens built the Pyramids,

The Earth is hollow and filled with

Nasty, evil mother-fuckers!

The Truth is out there!

Buried under a mountain of lies!

Jesus loves Me!!!!!

Even if everyone else thinks I’m a cunt!!

And speaking of little cunts,

The Prime Minister always speaks the Truth.

Love means: never having to say you’re sorry,

And never is a word politicians use,

Just before they shaft you!!

 

Wake Up!

                Wake Up!

The gorgeous, the hideous, the ordinary.

The faceless, tasteless, graceless majority.

The triumph of ugliness over beauty,

Of ignorance over truth.

Is this the world we want?

I don’t!

The onward rush and crush of modern life:-

Pollution, shit jobs, no jobs, war, pestilence,

Taffic jams, road rage, prime time trailer-trash t.v!

Fascists, capitalists, economic rationalists.

Spin doctors, politicians, liars,

Dual income, small dick, high-flyers!

Half the world is starving.

The other half is looking for the perfect diet!

What the fuck is it all about!

Are we so lacking in imagination?

When will we stop this spiritual stagnation?

When will we wake up!?

                           Fuck Is Just A Word

Fuck is just a word.

Now I don’t mean to be defensive,

But I find so many other words

Far more offensive:

Polititian, paedophile, pusher

Multi-nationals, globalisation,

GM foods, pollution, discrimination,

War, poverty, fascism, elitism........

Add your own words to this list.

I’m sure there are many that I’ve missed.

Fuck is just a word!

See how it stirs the prude

When they hear language colourful and crude!

Sanctimonious hypocrites!

So quick to take offence,

Their lives no more than a shallow pretence.

Watch their selfrighteous fury!

So quick to be judge and jury.

Fuck is just a word!

             Demon Spawn

Howlin’ wind, oh howlin’ wind!

Surely you are Demon spawn!

No earthly power can compare.

You batter, blast and tear!

You blow against the tallest trees

And bring these giants to their knees!

You whip the waves to monstrous hieghts.

You kill the peace these howlin’ nights.

You fill my soul with bitter fear.

You make me know that death is near;

And even if you sleep at dawn,

Howlin’ wind, oh howlin’ wind

You’ll resurrect you Demon spawn!!

black and white

                 Black & White

When I was a boy, I played suburban war-games

Or cowboys and Indians.

I’d shoot at my brothers with a wooden gun,

And have endless arguments about who killed who.. 

“ Yeh , I shot you five times in the head! ”

“ Did not! “

“ Did so! “

We didn’t have a clue;

We were back-yard heroes!

We’d watch the “goodguys”

Beat the “badguys” on T.V.

Happy endings guaranteed

And of course, Our side was always right!

It was the sixties & life was black and white.

God save the Queen & God bless America!

We were brain-washed at an early age;

We even stood to attention

Whenever they raised the flag

And played the anthem on T.V!

I swear it’s true!

The old man was British army, spit and polish

Through and through!!

We cried when Kennedy was killed.

We cheered when the Yanks landed on the Moon.

We didn’t question authority.

We were well on the way

To a preplanned destiny!

Birth, School, Work, Death.

Luckily, some of us discovered

Hendrix & Bowie & ganja & L.S.D!

Our world was no longer Black & White!

And Our side was Not always right!!

Rise Up!

                                  Rise Up!

They weave a web of evil lies;

Those oily, smiling worms

In suits and old school ties.

The fate of millions in their sweaty palms,

The blood of generations

Sacrificed to serve their selfish aims.

A pox on all their houses!

Rise up sheep!

Let’s set fire to their trousers!!

So Fucking Beautiful!

             So Fucking Beautiful!

Life is a quantum chain reaction of  miracles;

A glass of blood red crucified wine.

The sad refrain of loves’ lost longings.

The sweet surrender of labours’ honest toils.

And when we least expect,

The muses smash us with their mighty hammers.

The words spray like solar flares-

So fucking beautiful!

So fucking beautiful!!

Pox Americana

               Pox Americana

It’s a soap-opera United State

Of ignorance and hate.

The land of the free,

Where freedom is the right to make

As much money as you can 

At the expense of your fellow man!

It’s a United State of hypocrisy,

Stupidity, obesity and obscenity.

It’s the biggest, baddest, maddest

Freak show on the planet!

The new Rome, the new empire of evil,

The capitol of waste,

The super power of bad taste!

Its’ founding fathers stated that all

Men were created equal,

Then proceeded to build its’ foundations

On the blood and sweat of slaves -

The collateral damage of empire -

Used, abused, then buried in unmarked graves.

Oh America the beautiful, I can see

Through your plastic, botox lies!

Like Babylon the whore

And so many empires before;

You’ll end your days on your knees

As you suck and swallow

And still believe in a red, white and blue tomorrow!

  

Louder Than Life

                  Louder Than Life

I’m louder than life!

A portrait of neurotic energy

Painted by a fish.

The product of some

Crazy shaman tricksters’ wish.

I believe in the impossible reality of dreams.

I’d love to be a tiger swimming

In red wine Arcadian streams;

Where humans are the endangered species

And the justice of the jungle comes swiftly

And death is just the beginning 

Of a journey never to be feared.

Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Wouldn’t that be wierd?

And as I raise my eyes

To purple coloured skies,

My roar would be so much

Louder than life!!

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Crap!!

                 Crap

People are swallowing crap from

Politicians every day,

Not to mention the shit 

From the take-away.

Too many lying, theiving politicians!

Too much fat and M.S.G.

Fad diets, gimmicks, new-speak,

Old lies, new lies, more crap

And crap on T.V.!!

People eating shit, shooting shit,

Full of shit!!

So much constipation!

It’s no wonder the latest craze is

Colonic irrigation. 

Dead Flowers

              Dead Flowers

Dead flowers in the morning sun,

Dog shit on the garden path.

Yesterdays’ heroes don’t look

So super anymore.

You can buy a Hollywood smile

And the body to match;

But all the money in the world

Won’t save your soul.

Don’t look for miracles

In a world that’s lost its’ magic.

Don’t expect anything of anyone,

But always be prepared to be surprised.

Don’t surrender to cynicism.

Put those dead flowers in the compost bin.

Bury the dog shit.

Move on.

                 My Australia

My Australia is a long and winding

Great ocean road, whose every curve

Holds the promise of new delights and insights.

My Australia feels, sounds, smells and 

Tastes of diversity.

Your Australia is white, middle-class

And totally ungroovy.

Your Australia is a straight and narrow

Highway to an old-fashioned, fascist, 

Anal-retentive hell!

My Australia is generous, creative,

Adventurous and psychodelic!

My Australia is rich in ways

You could never understand.

My Australia is this ever changing,

Ever beautiful, 

Great Southern Land!!!

On  the 26th of Jan we celebrated Australia Day... for some people it is an excuse to thump their neanderthal chests and engage in alcohol-fueled, jingoistic behavior!

A pox on all ultranationalist, fascist fools! We need to think of ourselves as EARTHLINGS! NO MORE FLAGS!

Plastic People

                 Plastic People.

Life’s a glossy magazine full of plastic people;

Two-dimentional, shallow, callow,

Do you feel? You can’t be real..people!

Andy Warhol’s can of arseholes,

La Dolce’ Vita vampire wannabees,

Papparazzi and fashion junkies!

All style, no substance, rich bitch, kitsch witch,

Toy boys, too much white noise!

Sycophantic, neurotic, anorexic,

Powder sniffin’, pill poppin’

You ain’t Janis Joplin!!

Or Brian Jones suckin’ cones.

Your Rollin’ Stones have turned to dust

And Jagger’s just blowin’ in the wind!

Your 15 minutes of fame is just another mind-game,

And you ain’t God, and who the fuck feeds you that 

Crap about the inner goddess?!

Every second arsehole you meet is a guru!!

You must think I was born yesterday!

Wow! God spelt backward is.... dog!!

How profound! Methinks you love

The sound of your own voice!

Talk is cheap, I’ve heard those lines

A million times before!

I want to read the gospel of Mary Magdalene the whore!

I don’t believe in Jesus or Beatles or scenes

Or Hollywood wet dreams!

And I don’t care who Brad Pitt is fucking,

Or who he’ll be fucking tomorrow!!

I’m too busy being me!

I’ll make my own mistakes

And do whatever it takes

To survive in this crazy, fucked up world!

I’ll write my own lines and live my own life

And who knows, I might even produce 

My own glossy magazine!! 

All poems on this site are original and the copyright of me; Raymondo Antonio!

Wild West Wet Dream

              Wild West Wet Dream

I was on cloud 9

24-7.

But all that changed

On 9-11.

Now there’s an endless war

Against terrorism,

And the spin doctors are oiling

The propaganda machine,

While the cowboy president is riding

Into a thermo-nuclear sunset,

In search of some unholy grail,

In some wild west wet dream.

Well, sorry Mr President,

But you just make me want to scream!

I don’t want to be in your

Wild West Wet Dream!!!!

Butterflies and Stars

                       Butterflies and Stars

Photo-chemical, blood-red sky;

Surrenders its’ light to advancing night.

Scanning the darkness with mind and with eye!

The dripping, ticking, tap and clock.

The ressurection of flaccid cock!

A train in the distance, the doppler effect

And the silence that follows.

The urge to kill, with words, the radio voices

Or dreams of past terrors!

The vacant stares of anonymous faces;

False smiles and half-hearted embraces.

The patchwork of mazes, infinate endings

And endless beginnings.

The chaos and carnage of butterflies and stars!

The sweet salvations and healing of scars.

The cock-crow crack of morning.

The horror and joy of a new day dawning!  

Good Farmers

               Good Farmers

Let them think that they are free.

Ignorance will guarrentee their slavery!

We let them think they have

Equality, free speech and “ Democracy! ”

They vote and think they elect new leaders.

Let them think what they want!

Because we have the power!

We control the media.

We feed them lies and propaganda.

We give them bread and circuses.

We divide and conquer

And kill those who suspect our true agenda!

We are good farmers.

We cull the herd,

We bleed the sheep,

The world is ours to rape and reap!

We are good farmers!

copyright raymondo antonio 2006

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