Sew !

Things happen

Unknown

Like missing a bus

You will still get

Where you need to be.

Things happen

in the dark

A slamming door

Or ships in the night

Bumping at their moors.

Things happen

When I am alone

What little I had to do

To undo the knitted destiny

That I have become.

Strife

So the united free post wall of Berlin world has a new scourge

Immigrants or emigrants, depending on which side of the border you reside in.

Like the unexpected proliferation of bed lice begun in the 60's

By the advertising moguls of the jet age generation.

Had it not been for tourists there would be no international spending

On the luxury of travel and all the internal delights of a country

Damned on outsourcing all it's history and culture and sights

To the detriment of all it's citizens.

Too many countries have been built with the hard labour of the unemployed

Striving to build a better and safer place to live

While escaping the persecution and derision offered by their oppressors

Escaping to a better offering and just grateful to have their lives.

And now the oppressors seem to have failed in their duties to deliver a future

Hordes descend from the mountains of faith to the plains of platitude

That echo in the hollow chambers of democracy

So proudly ensconced in the fables of ancient Greece.

Like the bedbugs of yore and the viral bugs of the apocalypse

Plagues of peoples spread as refugees across our lands

There are many who seek solace but there are many who carry knives in their hands

And they wait for our back to turn whilst they smile and mill around.

School Crossings

Hi Earthlings,do you feel you do not belong?

Is there anybody out there ?

Get ready with your whips and chains and be ready to crucify the masters you used to adore.

Welcome to the Spanish Inquisition (2).

.....so cardinal Pell, the Ballarat Monkey stroker is ensconced in the Vatican as an accountant - this has to be a joke ?

He seems to have conveniently erased from his memory any account (joke) of covering his brothers of the lord from frucking up little adults entrusted to his care.

When convenient, his church flies many flags, varying from business to shepherds, but never disclosing that the catholic church is the richest institution on the planet.

And now, glory of glories, he is finally called to account (ha) to give his version of paedophile history to the Royal Co mission.

And behold, the Lord has spoken. His whereabouts during the inquisitory are now disclosed and a legion of complainants will flock to the address.

Oh forsake thee heathens. Little do they realise that they are pawns wriggling within the machinations of that church.

*This must be the greatest swindle the catholic church has ever organised in order to save their pretty sacramental robes and the coins in the vault, steadily accumulating since the inquisition.

I forecast that the commission will need to to deal with an abortion of the legal process because of the unprecedented public display on the occasion.

*Beautiful marketing, awesome strategy, precise accounting.

There will be no accountability, there will be only a loss of memory, the statute of limitations has expired - they have been caught out of time.

And my plea is to all the afflicted complainants and worthy protesters is - STOP NOW. Put down your weapons and go home. No justice will be served by your wanton interruption.

You are playing directly into the hands of your oppressors. Let justice be done. Do not give your authority to a higher power - you will only encourage the perversion of justice.

Go home. You fight the illusory enemy. It is the system you should fight. And then seek rights for those who have been deceived by those who worship democracy as a god.

He is a false idol.

Orifice

Good evening officer

Please, why are you here ?

Is it as it may you are appointed

By an anonymous decree.

Do my neighbours have a problem

Or are they sad

That they lack the fortitude

And the guts to object.

I suffer compassion for those who fear

So many principals

They hold dear

Entrails overcome by tears.

Let those alone who suffer

Placate their heart

There are many more who strive

To shed the shackles that circle their heart.

Cord

The mirror on my door as a wall
Has slipped to half my height.

I need to crouch to see
What mother nature left me
A knot from my umbilical cord.

The stage has been set
I can only play me.
There is no need to observe
My audience is free
To judge and dissect my internal.

At a place and time of my decision
I have no right to be here
Only by divine intervention
Do I proclaim my insanity
Place me in a box and I will finally be free.

Cucumber

I have two cucumbers here

And an electric toothbrush that I fear.

I have an erection under way

Costing me over a thousand dollars a day.

I have an obsession with making decisions

That may make it easy for me

To lubricate my way

In my search for you.

I have a field of monuments

Erected daily to fuel my greed

Wet and greasy nights dealing the blues

Endless nightmares dreaming of you.

I have an arrangement of tools

Endlessly charged to help make you happy

Just take a walk to my counter

Swaying your hips but just make it snappy.

I know a party of fools

Who drool over young girls in schools

But this is not how I think of you

My love for you is hard statuesque and true.

Economy Shopping

It seems better to operate my time
With two beers on the go rather than one.

Spending my time lubricating egos

Rather than my own.

Oh I know so that I want to be home
Juicing my ego all alone.

Sometimes I wonder and I atone
Many things bother me about what I should have known.

So many questions so many tones
And so many shades of colours of things I don't know.

About so many things I could have left alone.
But I economise and shop on my own.

Racing through the aisles of my life
And my memories that are
So much a part of me
Traipsing the aisles of a deserted Aldi.