A WARNING FROM THE MEEK

A WARNING FROM THE MEEK Sharpen your Tomahawks; lace up your boots and turn on your war machines. A hurricane of spleen and bone is coming, with tortured souls of fury at the head. You’ve built faulty systems to repair your faulty systems; nothing you’ve conceived ever manifested into anything before it turned to dust …

ARM YOURSELF

Arm yourself with the knowledge to bring down your government; to bring back those lovers you didn’t think you would need during times such as these, to make electricity from spoiled fruit and how to follow my steps in the muck Arm yourself with criminal law; Voodoo, and all the spells left over for us. …

BAD INTENSIONS

How can you lay there with your fake tan and Bermuda shorts There’s men walking the streets with meat cleavers and bad intensions Life was less complicated when the world was flat and a ship disappearing under the horizon was the latest thing

CARESS

Let death caress our weary and polluted minds There’s plenty of room on the boat but comedy has been stolen Replaced by shit fights and sarcasm, the fucking dog is at the door Dragon spit is a trusted lube but it burns like hell fire and you can never get it out of your cloths …

BREEZE

The Breeze on the beach carried the stench of death along with it. They say you lose the smell once you’ve crossed over and your senses change I’ve been waiting for this boatman for what feels like days, but without any daylight it’s hard to get my bearings To add to my strife I’m cold, …

DRAGON SPIT

Dragon spit is born of the abyss, delivered on the wings of sparrows and the tongues of liars and madmen Kingdoms will fall brick by broken brick Politics will advance into comedy with every crushed bone, rolled over by the enterprise of genocide and twisted beliefs of a brighter future where good men die

THE VINES HAVE STOPPED CREEPING

The vines have stopped creeping, the walls won’t have them, and they bleed on the dead flowers that have lost their keeper, dust and rust are all that remains in this garden I’d give my bones , my flesh and my crippled mind, just to see a single bud, a sparkle of colour, but that …

THE WIND CARRIES MY BONES

The skeleton of a raven brought me a message He left laughing towards the sky and the moon, and there was no moon that night I saw fire in the sky I saw blood on my hands I looked at the message, it was written on a piece of rolled up skin I did not …

STONES

Do you remember the gardens in the cemetery? The stone angels that seemed to follow us with their eyes The endless fields of stone and the presence of the entombed with the smell of flowers and fresh soil I can’t recall how many times we fucked over corpses buried long ago It always gave me …

I’M EATING YOUR BRICKS

I’m eating your bricks; they were broken and seemingly discarded You’ve already taken down most of the city I wonder when you’ll stop Find something else to do Maybe use politics instead of your war machine I’ve seen people on the curbs, they don’t seem to like it I’ve never been that smart, I just …