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Moonbeams

by

Mark Webster

If you can imagine beauty
The beauty of the moon
Then cherish every moment
For daylight breaks so soon
The beams of light that reach us all
touch only but a few
and of all the people that they touch
I hope one of them is you.


Debenture

by

Mark Webster

Subjectional,non congressional
words of praise lest we forget
Meeting ends without beginning
no thoughts of those who will remain
Residing calmly in all my gesture
no want for throwing to my hands.
A saddened posture bearing no resemblance
of my shaking aim lying in the sand.

For my brethren,those who follow
stirred only from such slumber to hear the crashing waves about their feet
estranged from all that is logical,
diverse...be it survival
sharing thoughts with ones self
only but to grasp and maintain a reality no longer present.

This maddening silence afore the thunder
a moments breath...
BOOM!
One after the other,lost forever
What more of jettison?


Jobs for the boys

by

Mark Webster

Trying on the trousers knowing that they would not fit,
Marking out a territory with non-scented shit
scoping hard at ones mistakes with want to penalise,
Icame here just to work,not to get fucked around!
When I ask what others think,acoustic loses sound

Oblivious to the date-I come-I work,I wait
Not a care to what is said,the hear,the say,my head.

Rumours hold their path on tips of peoples toungues
Just like exhaust fumes from a car,of wich pollutes my lungs

As I question why I do this
I see the drunk returning home
he talks to me of good health
as he stares beyond my face
is it that he drinks to quiet his sorrow?
Why should he care to speak to me
I do not question peoples actions
Iīm just concerned with what I see.

When you can smell that summats fishy
you feel you know whats going on
breathe a word about the handshakes
you may well sign the dotted line
on one foot you swear allegiance
that you may live your life like swine.


Can of worms

by

Mark Webster

SO I hear you sell me back my piss
when all I drink is water
I hear you put it "all" in pills but mostly drug our daughters
You hold back on the energy we all could freely have
You sell me in abundance all that I have to have
You charge me high for products of which the container cost the most
then charge me more to give them back, recycling through the nose
you tell me of the latest chips, and how computers cut the deal
You dont sell me the final version
You prefer to water down
You like to keep a track on things
You like to run the town

You charge me for the land I own,
with costs I am on my knees
You organise the next wars
to take it back with your decrees
Your lies unfold my bitterness,although really I do not mind
It helps to learn about you
So obviously not my kind

You know so much about us
A casual study I agree
our minds mapped out like motorways
our good faith misused with glee
all what you have taken will be returned
just you wait and see

Many talk of renaissance
many spoof of 2012
we just laugh at programmed prophets
we admire whats on your shelves
we are coming soon to get you
since your thoughts do leave a trace
tucked up tightly in your cotton wool
in such a seedy little place

Your primitive use of numbers
your inept concepts of time
your enslavement of mankind,
Shall we add another crime

the wheel has turned for this one
he no longer feel your wrath
the maths somehow dont beat him
the number only make him laugh

So what is with all your TV
the transmitters and the rest
will you take them forth to battle
will you ever pass the test.

The Worm

by

Mark Webster

One Day, when I was laying in the Hay,
I saw a Worm crawling on his belly,
He look quite glossy and just like Jelly,
So I squashed him with me' welly.

David Dawkins (Dangerous Dave)

7:00AM

by

Mark Webster


It aint just the clock thatís ticking
Flashbacks of life just flicking
From one scene to the next

Nobody told me it would be easy
Life style makes people cheesy
They know theyíre lines
They read the text

Got me feeling like I never got my copy
Frustrated by a play, a show
Do I care, well I donít know
Somehow it does not really matter
When you feel free

I never ate the cereal
That made me fond of school
I turned away from all the steering
Just being myself made me a fool

Relationships that need deletion
The constant urge to find completion
Is it all in vain
Somehow weíll do it all again
The next day when we wake up

A coffee and a cigarette
Try to be my key
To help me find the motivation
To find the gear and flick a switch
Well Iím so sorry mister scientist
Try what you may, I aint your bitch

dogged

by

Mark Webster

The faggots and their sundries
Not knowing l33t such fucking newbs
You can see them on the pavement
Watch them dictate all our news

They be stuffing it up your arses
Until it makes you fucking bleed
They be lacing up your latest fix
Slap da program in thu weed

Yam all be walking bout like zombies
Who heard a rumour bout thu blood
Yam in a field with barbwire
Yam chewing on thu cud

Ya talk as if you feel the freedom
As the farmer lay the feed
Yam getting fat muh brother
A bottleneck that makes you bleed

Brokers of the mind

by

Mark Webster



So them towers they be so high
They be crystallizing
Reaching for the skies with all your money
They be telling you youíre assured
Ripping on your paycheck
Dancing on youíre face like fred astair

You be waking to be working
Working to be living
Living to be loving
And loving is for free

Got you distracted from who you be
Got you doing all that they want
Got you scared itís plain to see
You got to keep your head down
Got to feed your family

And itís done like that
Cuz it works like that
And they think like that
Brother you aint free

love/loss

by

Mark Webster

Love/Loss

Nothing in life is certain
Nothing is set in stone
No-one in lifes a burden
No-one should be alone

The times are always changing
My love will stay the same
Our worlds all rearranging
Without you brings the pain

Rejection loss and yearning
Face hell to cope with this
Break through all the burning
To reach your tender kiss

And when I get to where Im going
I hope that your there too
Finally now that your knowing
My love for you is true

Love/Loss

by

Mark Webster


Nothing in life is certain
Nothing is set in stone
No-one in lifes a burden
No-one should be alone

The times are always changing
My love will stay the same
Our worlds all rearranging
Without you brings the pain

Rejection loss and yearning
Face hell to cope with this
Break through all the burning
To reach your tender kiss

And when I get to where Im going
I hope that your there too
Finally now that your knowing
My love for you is true

poetically correct

by

Mark Webster

ROLAND GRANT MC KERY OF CAPE TOWN WSTRN CAPE SOUTH AFRICA

POETICALLY CORRECT IS DA SUBJECT
RESPECTFULLY DA BOUDRIES OF ANY FEMALE SPECIES
I COME POETICALLY CORRECT
NOT TO LEAD YOU IN ANY TEMPTATION
IM JUST TRYING TO REACH MY DESTINATION
POETICALLY CORRECT
DUE TO INTOLLERENCE
OF A NARROWMINDED FEMALE NAMED MAMMA
THE SOURCE OF ALL MY DRAMA
I COME POETICALLY CORRECT
TO SPECULATE TO GET ACCIUNTED
BY THE BEAUTY OF YOURE BEING
THROUGH YOU ONLINE WAIT A WHILE
I WANNA MAKE YOU SMILE FOR A WHILE
IM WEAKENED BY YORE SMILE
MY HOUSE IM TRYING TO FIND
IM HIGH ALL DA TIME
SMOKE THAT FOR A WHILE
AZ WE WALK DOWN DA ISLE
OF OUR FANTATIOUS BEHAVIOUS
I CANNA BE YOURE SLAVIOUR FAVOUR ME PLEASE
QUOTE ON QUOTE
T.R.A.N.S.P.O.R.T.A.T.I.O.N
MY SENSATION