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On thee path ov thee ancients

On thee path ov thee ancients

Walking here beneath thee arms, stretched out above my head, the quietest place you can find these days, where most is left unsaid, following trails left undisturbed forever and a day, the guardians watch and from every tree, and guide me along the pagan way, for here is where the animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on the path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, as E gently tread where angels fear, in a natural hallucination sphere, the world around just comes alive, elders gaze upon my form, from every tree a being formed, a fox walks slowly right past me, the woodpecker hammers thru my dream, and in my heart E hear a song, from distant times ago so long, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on thee path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, E can feel a change so deep inside, but it’s been in me for all my time, and now it’s woken E feel renewed, know where E am and who is who, feel at one with thee animals too, know exactly what E have to do, leave thee modern world behind, it don’t sit well within my mind, for they are cruel and E am kind, it has been this way for all ov time, they are lost and E am fine, E am just they are thee crime, for they have never took thee time, and they have never seen thee signs, that are right in front ov their bloody eyes, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on thee path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, go take a look and you may see, what ancient eyes have always seen, it is not found in holy books, or hymns ov heavens and shepherds crooks, it is something they never took, it is thee crown ov all thee kingdoms look, thee faces are around us all, in every living thing a call, to guide you back to thee promised land, thee only place we can understand, just what it is to be a man, and live in essence with natures plan, in thee home of shelter’s free, where we can all be what we be, try to see what E have seen, hands outstretched to all the beings, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, thee only place it all makes sense, on thee path ov thee ancients. (23/03/10)

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Gangsters in McDonalds

Gangsters in McDonalds

Are you dizzy blood? Are you looking at me, well im making the effort for attention you see, cause its cold tonight and E got nowhere to go, and E am drawn to this place, in thee yellow arch glow, yeah E am out for trouble, cause nobody cares, and no one can stop me cause nobody dares, cause theres 5 of us and we like to make noise, and we rule this town just me and my boys, yeah we are thee bad men, we are evil and tough, gangster’s in McDonalds, fucking serious, thee feds they keep check on me, asbo’s my middle name, everyone knows E got respect, E am in thee tagging hall ov fame, my scrawls on bus stops, and down all thee alleys, and no places take bravery or skill, art or talent, cause E don’t wanna get caught, my dad will knock me out, like he did when I was five, when E set fire to my house, but E don’t give a fuck anyways, cause he aint really my dad, just another of my mums boyfriends, he’s the seventh dad E have had, shut up man you know E am safe, E act tough round girls, and you know E aint fake, well my clothes maybe but E am a walking advert, cause labels are important, cause they show what E am worth, cause E am a bad man, and E rule all your town, gangster in McDonalds, E aint fucking about, my phones got sick videos, E play dem all day, E talk like E am from Jamaica, E might go there one day, not that E know any, but E saw one way back when, but his name was really Kenneth, and he never was my friend, so E know E seem a mystery, a catalyst of sorts, in my sportswear hoodie, in my fake Nike shorts, but E will never show my loneliness, E will chat shit to you instead, E will never reveal my purpose, cause that’s something E just don’t get, E aint got no politic or rebellion on thee cards, E am thee saddest pointless waste of space but E can do my best to look hard, because E am a bad man, E am evil and tough, E am one of thee gangsters in McDonalds, and my life is fucking serious, yeah my life is fucking serious, please notice me, E am lost, E don’t get what’s going on, what am E supposed to do? Chat shit, have a laugh, then what, help me, my life is numb, how did E ever end up like this? E don’t know what E want or why? E just need someone to love me, like everyone does, maybe E will find love in McDonalds, or maybe E can get a job there? Then my life will have meaning, and E might get a girlfriend, what is love anyway? and has it got a ringtone? (1/3/10)