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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