Open the floodgates for wisdom

My friend Marcus is not just a poetic genius, but also one of the most enlightened people I know. People like Marcus remind you that your life has purpose, and gives you a flood of hope for the fuckin species we are. Here is some mindblowing and beautiful poetry he wrote.
Marcus gets my YOU FUCKIN ROCK badge of honour.

It is for the sake of those without hope

That hope is given to us

There is no new messiah

It's a big fraud

To leave us waiting

For the ultimate parental figure

We lay here waiting

For direction

In the hope He will tell us what to do

There is no messiah

He's not coming

It's down to you

We have all we need

There is enough

The Muslims say Muhammad was the last prophet

I concur

Now it is us

We are all prophets

So whilst we lay in wait

Our egos take control

In the century of the self

You are the next messiah

All of you

Seek and ye find

Seek what is for the good of us all

- Common unity

Each one of us is here on a mission

To find our life role

Our true meaning

Our true goal

So find it – do your research

How will you better our soul?

I say again:

There is no new messiah

It's a story

We lay in waiting

Waiting for the father

We lay here waiting

We want direction

We hope for direction

There is no new messiah

He is not coming

It's down to you

We have all we need

There is enough

The last prophet ahs come and gone

Let us unite and refine

let us unite and define

let us unite in time

We lay in waiting

Our egos take control

The century of the self

You are the messiah

All of us

Seek and ye find

Identify wholesome actions

For the good of us all

Dismiss unwholesome actions

For the good of us all

Find common unity

Celebrate life

Find common unity

Find your mission

Find your life

Find your meaning

Find your path

Celebrate life

Reflect

Find the goal

Common unity

End to war

End to control

End to death and destruction

End to greed

End to infliction

End to ignorance

End to selfishness

Find your piece to the jigsaw

For us all

Shelbourne Summer Afternoon

for Jamie

When scouring the grass
in the garden of genius boy
spoons can be found
he uses
to fix his bike

spoons to abuse zebra spiders
with, make them flip
over a hot cup of tea
yet object to insect torture
by means of magnifiers

while,
a lying promise,
a pre-summer breeze
makes the grass shudder
and skin crawl


bloglag: since June 17

Reich Snowman

As conceived by the
Indulgence of a megalomaniac
Consuming an avalanche to give birth
To a snowman
To make the Fuehrer proud.
To make children cry
And dads contemplate their failure
In building the best snowman
Ever

Pervert the essence of
Snowman conception
High enough to lash
Out against fighter planes and
Fierce enough
To guard the
Great Wall of China
If set in the Swiss Alps
(do they have snow in China, I)
wonder
Number 9 of the world

Does that make you a Snow Nazi?
An ice crystal villain

Or simply a man of ambition?

SAD

(A very British poem)

What the fuck is this, man?
No fucking light
It has been ages since I caught a ray
of SUN
The weather has been a
Cunt
Not just recently, but for
Months (I made it rhyme, there, nearly!)
This Siberian shite, keep it
To yourself
Dark as a bear’s arse
And cold
As a witch’s
It makes me grumpy and
SAD

Until one morning in March
Lo!
A ray of light

About fucking time!