Monday, March 24, 2008


             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!!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

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!!