November 18, 2015


Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , , , at 7:59 pm by bizarrerhymes

Hey all you slaves out there, you think you’ve got your freedom?
Or are you shackled by an institution – can’t work out the reason?
Shake of your drugs and habits, leave the place where you half-fit
Coffee, coke, Pina colada, just another half-hit.

Slave to a job or to a person like a mouse after cheese your trapped,
So if you think you’ve got control – bullshit your life is mapped
I can drive you all over town before you rumble
Smoking with the cake-man before the evening tumble.

From an innocent start you’ll be tempted to try
Like a fish on a hook you’ll be hung out to dry,
That is the time when the slave meets the master,
But the master’s a monster and that spells disaster.

Escape from enslavement is no easy measure
Freedom from pain means refuse earthly pleasure,
But there’s no gain without pain a lesson from history
Slave, shake off your bondage and seek out your liberty.


November 17, 2015

Baltic Recluse

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , at 7:23 pm by bizarrerhymes

ten minutes ago

talking to Jones & Co.

a digital squirrel

described a Baltic recluse

with porcelain adjectives

drinking freshly squeezed

orange juice.

It’s a Balsamic scene

in a cut and paste society

You’re breaking-up John

Second floor room 23

vision of St. Paul’s behind me.

you are right

and I am wrong

searching for the ending

for a not long song.

November 14, 2015

Do you Feel Our Pain?

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , at 11:27 pm by bizarrerhymes

Do you feel our pain when you punch us in the face
For being a Muslim, a Christian, a Jew, a Gay, a this or that?

Do you feel our pain when you bomb to stop us running
Or walking because you believe your cause is worth all of that?

Do you feel our pain when you shoot at point blank range
Because we look like a burglars trying to steal what’s yours?

Do you feel our pain when you detonate your jacket
While we’re watching football, hanging out or eating a meal?

Do you feel our pain?
It’s all insane.
All in vain.

November 2, 2015

Silent Invasion

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , , at 8:28 pm by bizarrerhymes

Beware the bunion hunters

They never show mercy

leaving their horns swinging

in the saxophone tree

Where cremnitz-white signs

splattered blood-red

Flag a silent invasion

Of invisible dead.