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To murder with glee the self you loathe
The one buried in your hidden heart
Via a projected penitence
Here is the punishment due for I
Laid upon my sleeve for all to see
Pinned in place by resistance
Without courage just a banner for morale
And how we rally so
To whomever gives us validation
For anything we feel unsure about
How little do we try
To come to terms ourselves
Fighting who ever will fight
To keep the cause going
The cause which means you never sit
Or think of all around you
So focused on your demons
As they are so focused on their own
Another crusade fought against peace
In the name of a freedom lost to violence
Perpetuated on all fronts
As it always has been
Where is the mediator
The broker?
Where is the reflection?
If everyone who disagreed with each other
Were to die for the others sake
Who would be left and what would be solved
And if I or you had our way
And saw our personal foes torn away
What then?
Peace?
Prosperity?
The cause of the trouble?
Is it not each of us?
And our petty issues?
Isolated and withdrawn
Only associating with shades of ourselves
To hide a shadow we pretend to have radiantly shone away?
To be a false voice of reason among the unreasonable
Martyr of the mob without injury..
Desperately clinging to a single spoke
On the great wheel of life
Placing our time above the cycle
Sticking to a single card of the Tarot
That one hexagram you liked becoming a sigil
Which claims all change
Stuntified and marked as one of few
Like so many..
To be pitted against one another
In the name of your identities..
Which become forfeit en masse
Null and void
With only the urge to destroy your opposite left
Maybe your ego needs to step back
Must you pick yin or yang?
Must it be black or white?
Must I?
If all, worked on the self
Without worrying about any one beside themselves
If all worked on it's self
We wouldn't be fighting
And it won't happen all at once
Nothing does
But it won't happen at all
If you and I don't do it .
Don't cast the first stone...
Lest it be aimed towards your own desire to cast it
I know how hard that is...
Must try though, surely?
Too much is at stake.
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To Dance A Walk Of Shame
10:40
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My favourite hotel is the back road of every dead end town at night
Beauty by the U.V
My favourite hotel is the back road of every dead end town at night
Oh the shame of us who walk the streets
Dancing through the lanes
Waltzing in the moonlight
Presented in everyone we meet
Every passed by we talk with.
Sat drinking in the sights of urban squalor
And sharing tales of poverty and abuse
A few laughs and a ruffle of the jacket
Fingerless gloves, shemagh pulled tight
Lighter passed between us
Puffs of smoke, crack and weed
Smack for some, e's for others
Acid or ket in the rest
Mostly drink and crack.
Everytime we whistle down the road
Admiring the glow of street lighting
Amber rivers in the gutter
Looking to the stars above
Drifter's thoughts of freedom
We're no different to them
Yet so different to them
We never stopped, we never quit
We didn't fight, we didn't steal
We took the drugs
But not the doorway
And through luck if nothing else
We found opportunities from nothing.
Intentionally homeless for five years
Roaming, wondering, working odd jobs
No buildings to stay in
Yet was I ever on the streets?
I seemed to walk through it all
Still thinking of freight trains and adventure
Of experiences and folly
Seeking other so called crazies
Just to tell tales with
Laugh, share a drink and a smoke
Then whistle of into the distance
The problem starts to come
When you've travelled around a bit
For a few years
And you keep seeing all the same faces
Older
In the same doorways
Older
Every time you pass a place you've known
And nothings changed
Only further degraded
And there aren't any new stories to tell
You'd heard
They'd heard them
When they were so much younger
And they've been stuck since
That's when you feel ashamed
For singing through the street at night
Or dancing in the moonlight
Some danced with me
With me
But usually?
I dance alone
It breaks my heart to think about
And even more to see
And every night I pray for them
Whether that means anything or not
It doesn't matter really
It's a privilege to feel such shame
It's an honour to have sung with them
It's a blessing they all smile whenever I pass
It was never a struggle for someone like me
Natural loner, drifter.. no deep trauma or disability
And no sense of familiarity in my surroundings
So I enjoy the life most wouldn't choose
And many would love to leave
Trying to remember at times
What it was these people lost
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Vultures circle high above
Whilst mockingbirds try to sing
For doves which line the grave
The nests all blown and tumbling
Dust plumes and bones
Dried eggs for serpents
What little hatches fights
But it always had
For life
Which now the bounty is fruitless
Seems to envy death
And the vultures starve
And the serpents starve
With no light, no love
The great worm devours itself
Lacking in the will to rejuvenate
Malnourished and weary
No longer sowing
Leaves nothing to reap
Save what remains of the last harvest
Picked clean in desperation
With nothing saved
Nothing made
Cannibalised in defiance of expectation
A final rebellion against the self
Which leads to nothing save a void
Cold and empty
The ring becomes a hole
Which can only draw in
All outside of itself
Until no reminder of what was remains
Then out of spite
Even the void will die
We shouldn't give up
We should say to God
God, you shouldn't do it
God, you shouldn't do it
God, you shouldn't do it
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A Symptom Of Oppression
09:06
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I can't help but faintly love
How you prostrate yourself in front of those who hate you for all you never did
And how you'll embrace your very worst self
Simply to spite the bigots
Not that you've ever met one
Or received harassment from anything but hate mobs
The ideologically possessed good for naughts but compliance
The useful idiots as our leaders know them.
In spiting the portrayal of the hetero white guy
Force-fed to you by journalists and news anchors
Who certainly don't display the traits they will you to embrace
Yet alone would they have their children
Dirtied in the schools of those who were born to obey.
In spiting the caricature of those who created your chances
What do you become?
Submissive, feminine.. and talking of empowerment
From the stance of a caged, humiliated dog..
Refusing normality as a symptom of oppression
Another construct of those evil white men
In opposing this..
Do you wear the all black outfit and armbands of the state thugs?
The anti fascist jackboots?
Beating up the truly concerned
As they are deemed targets by your funders?
Do you wallow in the bitter hatred force fed to you?
Die your hair pink, change your gender on a card
And demand people respect you like you can't yourself?
Self respect tied up in whatever pronoun you're given
Not in any action you've done, or any achievements?
Spouting out moral statements from your bedroom
Or in your class
Fighting at the dinner table over your delusions
With those who actually give a fuck about your future?
Much rather side with the latest diversity ticking attention seeker on telly
Watch the suicide rates rise
The unemployment rise
The prostitution rates rise
The sex offender list growing...
But deny it all in the name of some cheapened freedom
Cumming becoming the be all end all of your life's meaning
Where you stick your dick dictating who you are?
Wearing rainbows which once beautiful natural events
Awe inspiring wonders of Gaia
Have been reduced to naked leashed non binary fleshy things
Who writhe and squirm, spreading disease and disdain
To end up childless, who needs them
Your self and the mob about you
Are all you need for a good orgy
A seething petri dish of differing moulds
Is as close to a rainbow as many come.
To talk of diversity
Within a group of people who look, think, act and talk exactly the same...
Reducing the fundamental characteristics of ones personality
To.. the most basic and redundant of qualities
Once again skin colour, sexuality, creed are all being used
In the name of progress
They'll reduce you to broken cattle
Each clipped on the ear and nurtured
You die your hair like sheep are dipped..
Marked as defunct, childless and proudly smiling away
Bleating at any thing that passes you
which isn't also simply awaiting slaughter
Woolly, soft and ever so sweet
You have been tenderised
Oh, how very lovely
Embrace your medicated self
And the broken person beside you
Cry together at the oppression you face
And blame the world
After all, if it wasn't for the people dictating
You wouldn't be so hateful
It wasn't the hetero evil that confused your infantile mind
Go and have a cheeky wank
About submitting, being a slave
Ruled by your vices
To spite those
Who live good life's, out of happiness
With no points to prove save from to their selves
If you had any real sense of self
You too would actualise
Instead of trying to pull everyone into the gutter with
Then, misery does love company, doesn't shim.
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make the darkness conscious
And unite the opposites within yourself
So polarised as you are already
How could you mediate a peace?
Idealists murder what they can't understand
And in so doing, denounce their ideals
Creating a hell, resembling the current
resembling their imagined, or real foes
They fight religious wars under new names
Making progress towards their fantasy
By stepping on all who stand in the way
Whether they realise it or not..
And how is one side different to the other
Baying packs full of pride and arrogance
With little compassion for any who don't support their cause
Causes we all too often lose ourselves to
The cycle is tedious, the wheel keeps turning
The spokes were only changed
But still trampled are the masses, aeon by aeon
For the most part
By one another
In the name of distinctly human desires
Each proffered up from above
As commandments
Where your mountains are now steel towers
Thousands of glassy eyes
Which you can't see through from the outside
So make the darkness consciouss
And unite those opposites within yourself
It's your only way you'll get inside
Maybe then you'll start to see the men for the war
The human for the beliefs
And the world for the life
The love for the lust
And the gold for the money
It really isn't so hard..
To just, not fight people for your differences
It just isn't
Don't destroy everything you come into contact with
The cycle won't stop...
And the bastards will rule
If like beasts
We tear at one another in their names
In place of our own
In place of all.
to walk a day in another mans boots is good
To walk a day in your enemies is better
To pass yours on them in kind
And to walk on the opposite side
You should walk a great many miles in their boots
Until they are as comfy as your own
Which could now just as easily be theirs.
You should try to retrace their steps
All the way back, long before you met
And take the same journey back to your self
Upon meeting again
Trade back your boots
Both well worn with a life's journey
Two histories, two presents, two futures
Two lives
Two paths
Do this with all you envy, all you hate
All you loathe, all you love
Until your feet are hurting and you are tired
Until the soles are split and thin
And you are left with no choice but to take their boots off
And they yours
Now in bare foot, walk..
In whichever way you please
Without fear of being stepped on
By what neither understood.
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Your Lot In Life
11:44
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How often can you throw away your things?
How often can you move?
How many ego's have to die
How many self's are stuck screaming in the memoirs of your mind
All those people you have been
And all the people you tried to be
To watch each slip in hindsight
As another fall into the abyss
Shaping foresight, into self fulfilling prophecies of failure
But worse than all these shadowy spectres of what you want to be
Is the acceptance most feel
The resignation to something comfortably unsatisfying.
Such sadness warrants a smile
Sardonic and laced with spiteful lies
The be happy with your lot in life
The don't worries..
The in the moment denials of wasting time.
To embrace idleness, and the acceptance of a self you know to be insufficient.
Everyone breaks their own will, enacted through complacency,
Through cowardice, and empty platitudes regarding what's right
It isn't right to be walked all over
By people who see you less as the matt
And more of a stain.
Whilst claiming humility, and knowing your place..
Where you were sat, until crippled
An anxiety fuelled wreck
Working to survive
Never daring to live
Too afraid of mortality, illness, uncomfortability and struggle
To make anything of yourself bar a belittled statistic.
You're a pet, lapping at his water bowl gleefully
Eating shrink wrapped modified shite
And slowly but surely, embracing social submissiveness.
Such sadness warrants a smile
Go get some pills off of your doctor
rather than improve yourself and circumstance
Then winge about the petty drug addicts
And ignore the mirror by your sink each morning
Your only comfort being a regular prescription
Seems the lunatics really did escape the asylum
Only to keep the medication
The lack of self fulfillment
And a total inability to affect anything.
Put on your uniform
And spend 8 hours of your day working
A job you can't stand
Because that's your only ambition
Your only responsibility
A managers bootlicking serf
paycheck to paycheck
With short nights, shit food and not enough sleep
All to keep a magnolia hellscape of the terraced and bland.
Get in your car, head to the gas station
Spend the first hour of your days worth
On getting to work and back
The rest on keeping the roof, and purchased food
Whilst repeating the prescripted rhetoric
From the neon screen you so desperately, thanklessly worship..
It just passes the time, much like yourself, good companions to someone else's gain.
But you don't care do you?
Already forgetting the things you dreamed off
Before they were robbed from you
By your own inability to take life in your own hands
Take your jab which no one mentions now
Support ukraine so the w.e.f can build back better
Defend minorities, as everyone's culture is removed from them
Including the so called minorities
Embrace the idle acceptance of a terrified west
Raised like infants
Or birds taught to stay in their nest from hatching.
They clipped your wings for eighteen years at least
And you took it
As the right thing to do...
Repeat the lies often enough
And you become absolutely nothing
The non player character
Can you honestly say you're anything
not even anything different
Just anything at all?
another consuming employee regurgitating the political power plays
Which defeated you before you even thought of victory
To pull others down in spiteful mass mindedness?
The whole herd stampeding to the edge of a cliff
Crushing any who dare turn around
In fear of those driving them..
Jews dug their own graves on command
Before being shot and filling them
Through much of the middle east, it's still going on
Not for religion, for power.. politics..
Spouted out as your own good
I suppose
For sadness warrants a smile
I have to agree
You couldn't be more free
Than if you were to die
For the planet, for the neighbours, for the environment
For the government
And for yourself?
Well.... do you even live?
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BeHappy UK
Behappy is a
Solo project born in the south west of england by a crossdressing
whore.
Toying with Black Metal/ Harsh Noise/ Power Electronics and Ambient.
Confrontational, depressive and abrasive.
Relying on real life breakdowns and lots of alcohol.
Amen-Ra, Om Namah Bhairava,
BeHappy.
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