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Two pumps a revolution and a squirt

I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette
All I want is to choose for myself
But we can't do this and we can't do that
I think they're really trying to steal all our fun
They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison.

Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs 
he claims another benefit 
the bankers are lying 
they're going to bring the country down
People are dying for these profiteering wars.

A mother lost another son, we're lied to buy our government
The houses are up, the jobs are low
The poor man takes another blow
Another revolution is about to come and go!

Just for one night my friends
roll the dice 
come on play the game
Side by side we should stand
My friends, we will sing

Why Do We Question - Why Are We Here

Science
never answers
the primary
questions
it ponders
in circles
deck chairs
rearranged
Reciprocal
theorems
of self
aggrandizement 
indentured
to kingdoms 
where dilettantes
reign

Why
is there love
why
is there war
why 
are we human
why
do we grieve
Why
do we question
why 
is there joy
why
are there feelings
that
foster belief

Is 
consciousness
timeless
do thoughts ever die
is prescience
a quotient
does truth 
ever lie
Is looking
for answers
outside the true
realm
the act that 
betrays us
and damns us
— to hell

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Clicks

Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.

A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none? 
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.

The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
 Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?

The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!

Who knows, maybe they like it..

God Be Tripping On Insanity

In the vastness of the Heavens/
Where shadows twist and sway/
God sits upon His throne/
Craving praise everyday/
A delusional narcissist/
In robes of iron clad might/
Condemns the soul's below/
To eternal, fiery night/
He whispers of love/
Yet rules with an iron fist/
Demanding blind devotion/
A sadistic, twisted tryst/
Freedom of choice/
A mirage in His cruel game/
For seeking higher power/
We are shackled in His name/
How can love and tyranny/
Dwell in one divine embrace/
A God who craves glory/
Yet condemns the human race/
Tripping on insanity/
In His quest for adoration/
He damns those who refuse/
To eternal condemnation/
In fires below/
Where His wrath does reside/
Lies the truth of His nature/
The Devil in disguise/
A sadistic puppet master/
With traits so dark and grim/
God be tripping on insanity/
And we're all bound to him/
Trip, trip, trip, tripping on insanity/

A Beastly Catastrophe

A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;

Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-

Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.

Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;

Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.

Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.

The Indian Sign

Modernity
damns judgment
its prophets
seen as hostile

As the soulless
watch and covet
like a eunuch
envies man

What’s needed
is more judgment
and critique
to moral order

The essence
of humanity 
 what the soulless
try to ban

Irrational impulses
driving them
to lives of
dark infliction

Forcing them
to claim the world
in ‘natures’
— evil plan

(Reading C.S. Lewis: October, 2024)

Destiny

Destiny slacks his jaw,
As I prance around my room,
Bare feet patter at the floor,

Destiny bellows and screams ,"ACTION!"
"But my heart aches," I retort,
Limbs tied with fastening tension,

Destiny turns its back to my sight,
An enchanting mist settled on my soul,
Perhaps I shall try - just for tonight,

I stacked flesh upon flesh,
To gather a steadfast silhouette,
meat hardened on my bones,
I must break the chains,
To pay the debt,
Day upon day, I paint with my tears,
I destroy what is mine,
To make up the years,
And my Magnum Opus complete,
I stood on my feet,
A smile beamed so proud,
Was futile to dare so loud.

My friend did not return,
Destiny lost it's burn,
Cruel is the brand on my skin,
God damns my sin,

A sloth of a man,
An example to men,

A sloth cannot love,
A sloth is our Jupiter,
Wishing to be a star, above.

True North

Feigning reentry
from places I’ve wandered
Destiny challenged
the status-quo damns 

Feigning reentry
from freedom unhindered 
Life but a journey
its trappings to ban

Feigning reentry
its price was my freedom
The given agenda
new death to the dream

Feigning reentry
refusal my mantra
Staying in transit
—new rivers unstreamed 

(The New Room: March, 2023)

A Coil of the Labyrinth

A coil of the labyrinth winds deep into the night. 
A path that is tortuous and falls 
into terror turning left then suddenly right.

Something sits in a dark room 
pondering the moves of kings. 
Hearts imagine a world of fire. 
Oppression of governments that are tangled 
in the web of the labyrinth, like mist.

The mind of a God-King; 
a man of Flesh and
Cyberdreams. 
An intelligence that damns all
is spoiled by the blood of the innocents.

The coil of the labyrinth. 
An enigma of future kings and minds of turmoil. 
An empire of illogic; Chaos in a sea of control. 
Coils wind deep into the Darkness…

The beast of myth is built by mankind. 
As minds ponder the moves of kings,
the assassination of Queens. 

Tangled in the coils of the spine. 
A maze is ablaze in holy fire. 
Labyrinth; it spirals deep 
into the dusky fortress of kingdoms to come.

A torrent path full of dread at every twist and
turn whines deep into the night. 

A path that is tortuous
falls into terror 
turning left 
then suddenly 
right.







…a traitorous path at night!

Sonnet In Bondage

My sonnet has the temper of a screaming child
because I'll not allow it to run free and wild
Mired on a pad, it damns me. "I want to fly free!"
"You're not ready," I whisper. "Put your trust in me."

It cried, trying to hold on to its pregnant dreams
blaming me for aborting expressive rhyme schemes 
"Ask your muse to find more decorous selections."
On her advice, I began to make corrections.

I purged all the rhetoric and made a new start
resulting in the birth of a sonnet with heart
I danced for freedom I'd granted to my verses
No longer do I hear the yowling of curses

I will continue to write with a pliant quill
and an open mind with the ink I choose to spill

And That's All I Ams

My ball sack has grown
While my p-n-s,  much shorter,
Is now only known
For its passing of water
Which it does like clockwork
Twice every hour
So to save my poor cock work
I piss in the shower
Once at the start
And again, at the end
With a syncopated fart
That I add to the blend.
I’m just an old, faded failure
Who has run out of damns
But like Popeye the Sailor
I ams what I ams,

© Barry Freeman	April 2021

Healing Nature

The heart builds damns weighing heavy with tears as anchors that overflow
Seek comfort and peace through God's grace finding sanctuary, sacred place to let it all go!
Healing found amongst open floodgates restoring balance within turbulent seas now rhythmically swaying to & fro
Within realms of creators nature following spirit guides instincts melted heart and soul are set all aglow

Vaporku

let me vote for pain
that teaches me empathy -
ease damns with comfort

Brian Johnston
23rd of April in 2020

Global Warning - Ode To Griff

His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone

For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free
All he beholds, his intellect defiles
Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees

The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts
Though photos of past bays show nary a change
Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts
That steal the frost from every mountain range

Beholding life, he see-eth only death
In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe
That morbid gas in every human breath
Damns sinners to a lost eternity

But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not
Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green
The photosynthesis thou hast forgot
Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean

And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done
To that sly master of the shifting files
Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon
And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!

Bon Appetit

i don't eat meat
it's not i can't or
it's not i won't i
just choose not
to but i'm not

an evangelical
vegetarian that
damns you you
sinner for taking
and tasting the

flesh so get over it
it's not genetic just
except it and leave
it as that so when
in Rome do as the

Romans do
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