There's water on the road
And even more under the bridge;
So much so we cannot go
Exactly where we wanted,
As the sharks, they come full circle
Their fattened fins full tilt
Living lives in motion
Dying for the kill.
We look upon their nature
And wonder why blood runs...
Away from the heart, in fits
And starts, resulting in a failure.
Where's the water in the river?
The music's getting nearer
Spielberg's smashed his camera
And the action can't be cut!
So, we run and run and run
But can't see the sea for sun;
If only we invade their safety zone -
If only we strike each one.
Because there's water on the road
The scenic route is closed...
To deny the bigger picture
(In the confines of the cinema).
Raced around the track
Like a little rascal
In an Astin DV9
Let it sparkle
Burnout - skidmarks
Black like charcoal
Poetry - (I Got Those) Special Brew Blues By Joe Hakim
S'only about sixty pee a tin,
so it's a bargin
by any motherfucker's reckoning.
A day on the street
or sitting on my seat
asking, chasing, scoring, snoring
Poetry - In the Blink Of An Eye by Lee Cassanell
Don't lose it
Its barely eleven
You're two drinks from bedlam
And one trip from heaven
Poetry - I Smashed Up a Car by Adam Elliott
I smashed up a car
Bit by bit
Cos I got a car a new car
A Lotus Esprit
Someone showed up
In a Porsche 9-11
Poetry - The Wolfgang Apology By Patrick Henry
They're sorry about the 80 year-old at Brighton
Bounced out for heckling Blair's happy-clappy party line.
They're sorry a senile Kraut refugee war protestor butted in,
When "Don't mention the war for Christ's sake" was the order given.
Poetry - Invisible Tears By John Reading
Landlord the clock is ticking,
Your seed has new ideas.
Not for them the blindness you hold
Unto your breast in fear.
The eyes that look upon your throne
Are cast down in disgust.
Poetry - Bad Boy by Adam Elliott
Went to the room
And saw a figure
Then I said I'll get some years
When I pull this trigger
So then I went outside
There were cops all over
Poetry - War By Darren Sant
Faces contorted in fear & pain,
Please don't let it happen again,
Stolen from an afternoon of fun,
Placed in a field with a smoking gun,
What is the price of victory?
Who will consign you to history?
Poetry - Halloween By Del Abe Jones.
More than two thousand years ago
A Celebration for the Dead, Returning
The Night before the Celtic New Year
With Costumes and Sacrificial Burning.
With a Celebration of the Harvest
And to Honour one's Dead Ancestry
Poetry - 2am on Marlborough Ave By Michelle Dee
The knife where is the knife?
My knife my knife
Gotta cut gotta cut.
See the blood then I'm alive
Running red, running free
Running scared away from me.
Poetry - What Happens Next? By Joe Hakim
shit like that
I agree it's noble
and I try to live my life
Poetry - Ebb and Flow By Ian Grantham
cool, cold current
swirls round numbed ankles,
distant visions float
which to reach for,
which to avoid
Poetry - Everybody Do The Bandwagon By Joe Hakim
Come swooping in
like vultures around the carcass of a
beast lying dead in the desert -
lizards crawling between the teeth
of its rictus grin -
smile for the camera baby.
Trying to get involved in 'scenes'
Poetry - When You Add It All Up by Jim Higo
Ernie without Eric,
10 without Bo Derek,
A diocese without a cleric,
Scottish football without Berwick.
There's really not much point.
The thoughts of Tony Blair,
Poetry - Stuck in a Continuous Loop by Joe Hakim
Stood in the phone box
drunk as fuck
tray of kebab meat in my hand,
dead lambs' eyelids and sphincters
Poetry - You gotta you gotta you gotta go to Yo-Yo By Michelle Dee
Dancing and drinking blackcurrant and ice
Not lager or spirits it doesn't feel right.
Stamped the back of my hand,
at the front door, how could we riot
when our feet won't touch the floor.
Some come to sit alone, in dark shady corners.
Poetry - Ripped To Shreds By Joe Hakim
It's on the back of a bad night
-one of the fuckin' worst
-the dealers are new,
and the players
are mean tonight,
the hunger making them
Poetry - Across The Sea By Maurice Fairfield
If you ever go across the sea to Cuba
If only at the closing of your days
You can sit and watch the moon rise on Havana
The sun go down on Guantanamo Bay
To see the guards, the guns, the razor wire
The prisoners in their cages turning grey
Poetry - Discovering a Horrible Truth while Dumping the Rubbish By Joe Hakim
Moved into this new place-
another momentary sanctuary,
it's in the town centre
-no wheelie bin,
I didn't know what
Poetry - The Short Goodbye (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Bum) By Maurice Fairfield
The door she left through when she left
Was firmly closed but not quite slammed
Her steady step upon the stair
Suggested that his hopes were damned
He glanced around the dingy flat
The faded curtains, threadbare rug
Poetry - A Wake-Up Call By Del Abe Jones.
We have what is known as FEMA
And our "Homeland Security"
The Military, State and Feds
In case of, such a tragedy.
And we also have a President
Poetry - Our Tsunami - 30th August 2005 By Del Abe Jones.
The force of Mother Nature
Has washed upon our shore
With a fierce, hellish fury
Like we've never seen before.
Homes and businesses flooded
By tens of thousands, maybe more
Poetry - Sierra Leone by Lee Cassanell
Pieces of Carbon
For God and the bible
For profit and privilege we reap
A fistful of diamonds
Reducing proud lions
To lost and degraded black sheep.
Poetry - High Noon in Washington By Patrick Henry
High Noon strikes in Washington where George W. rules okay,
Top man in the Wild West where freedom comes by gun law.
From Tombstone to Dallas they'll shoot you if you cross
The wrong way their highway not their way,
And fry you like burgers in the electric chair.