vrijdag 30 september 2011

Out now: Laser 3.14 Steel Shields

Interested in owning one?
Contact Danny Hughes of the Unit 44 gallery Info@unit-44.com

maandag 26 september 2011


Her vagina looked like the garden of Gethsemane

Her soul felt like granite

I gave her 30 pieces of silver

and went on keeping on


My body was in a warp

Not easily defined

A chemical rapture ripped opened my mind


Deranging your senses can take you all places

But in some cases

The strangest ways lead you back home


Shattering the vision of Baal

Hunting down clandestine cherubs with Diana

Feeling whole

Feeling alive while walking a tight rope

Hovering above a million eyes

While tears explode

vrijdag 23 september 2011

donderdag 22 september 2011

maandag 19 september 2011


Dear road

where the weary stand by the wayside

I see your white interval lines rolling by beneath me

I kick it into high gear

The city of desire and excess is closing near


I park my car behind the car of a blue pig

A scruffy looking homo-sapient tells he has great blow

I tell him: “Man for me that’s a no no”

I tell him: “Man an angel summoned me”

I tell him: “Man that’s where I was born to be”


He tells me:

“Son sometimes you have dive deep into the gutter

to emerge un-smudged

It gives a man a thicker skin

Makes him touched”

I set forth towards my radiant angel

For me she’s enough


I ring the bell and hear the angelic voice of reason

The door opens

A tired stairwell in a tired old building

There she stands

Radiant as radiant can be

We merge together

and drift away on the ether of purity

zondag 18 september 2011


At lighting speed travels the fury

Ellipse or eclipsing the tattered harmony

Ask and you will not be given

Bereft and unforgiving


Jump high or be trembled underfoot

Elbow forward and transgression shoots root

Hear the judge’s hammer slam

We are no longer in Kansas my man


Feel the cocoon expanding

Solitude can turn to a torture never ending

I advice you to keep an ace in the hole

So they’ll see “honesty” in your eyes as black as coal

zaterdag 17 september 2011


Dreams are wasted when the traitor wins
Purge yourself and start from zero
Open your hands
Look in your palms
Let the lines lead the way

Fold open your hands
Foil the plans they laid out for you
Cruising at high speed
down the highway
where distrust is thrown to the wayside

Dreams can free you from a lifetime of shackles and chains
It can plant an idea that’ll germinate inside your brain
Dreams can be a trustworthy friend
I love to walk its landscapes
watching reality bend


Poke your finger in the dense perimeter

Puncture it and peek through

Follow me my darling shadow

Step with me into the new


The void in-between connects us all

Ever danced alone in a mirrored hall?


Dream unlikely my tired shadow

Dance and feel joy reach your brain

For you and I are one

and the same

donderdag 15 september 2011

Rumble in the urban jungle of Newcastle

Metro Radio roundabout

The Angel Of The North

The Baltic Flour Mill

photos by: David Bilbrough 

woensdag 14 september 2011

Polluted Jesus hanging On The Wall on Ikon TV

Watch Jesus being polluted here: Ikon

dinsdag 13 september 2011

zaterdag 10 september 2011

vrijdag 9 september 2011


Old news paper and wheat paste

A collage referencing to yesteryears existence

All dried up

Hardened up

Can’t take a sup

Granted you will swell up

Fall apart

My hollow heart

I’m in you now


Brazenly restrained

The sextant abled you to follow stars

Numerous setting suns in a young life

I revere you


Sediment blues

Can you swallow the sky?

Dare you stick you hand in the water?

Dare you go out into the pouring rain?

Fall apart

or remain inane

donderdag 8 september 2011


Anarchy will set us free
After chaos emerges order
Resurrect reason and science
from the cemetery
The serpents drown in
their own overflow

Yes the human latrine has become fact
Drowsiness and binary induced fatigue
are inherently bound to that

Murmur and confusion
The inability to elate
raped man’s true destiny
and transcendental faith

Your tongue is petrified
If you speak it will crumble
Turn to dust
While you’re breathing
dust from of your mouth

Oh apparatus
You’ve become rusted and clunky
You’ve made the world boring
instead of ecstatic
You’ve brought us dread

zaterdag 3 september 2011


Desire and the fury came to pass
Experience the world from behind thick glass
Dignity wasn’t made to last
Look up to the sky
There’s a sonic blast

Oh my brother don’t weep now
There’s plenty of time
To set the merit for desalted ground

Evaluate the way we behave
From the cradle to grave
Try to shine
even if you’re a diamond in the raw
Radiate and they’ll all be in awe

So my brother don’t weep now
There’s plenty of time
To set the merit for desalted ground


The tricksters are begging now
The falsifiers wishing for something authentic
The tar pits drained of their blood
The oceans gasping for air
The minds littered with binary clutter
The zealots crave for realism
The sky screams for mercy
The meek stripped of their dignity
The soul barricaded
The dreams blown to smithereens
The dream atomic of the crazies
The hounds of hell set free
The four horsemen always get a table
The celebrity death pit
The creativity of the soul’s harrowing end
The stumbler keeps on stumbling
The mumbler keeps on mumbling
The door-to-door sales man with a suitcase full of anguish
The abundance of cynicism
The eyes blinded by blunt force trauma
The morons leading the blind
The sick kept sick
The fog kept thick
The rules over-polished over and over again
The door’s no longer an exit my friend
The pollution spins out of control
The diminishing of progressive goals
The web of deceit believed
The freedom of speech brought down on its knees
The Worm eats through the brain to never come out
The dancers no longer twist and shout

vrijdag 2 september 2011


Sugar cane, refined packaged and sold
Tribulation under your hide
Your feet are now doing the overrunning
Make it through the driving rain
Find your way through both sides

Our baggage defines us
But never let it become the yoke
pressing down your neck
Yet fear and anguish becomes us
But hey: What the heck?

Voice your love or remain unseen
Execute elation or become one with the bream
Drifting till the freshwater meet the salt
And your existence comes to a halt

So when you doubt
Think of the smallest gestures
Those are the ones

donderdag 1 september 2011


Scrape together a focus
Try to remain centered
without being persuaded to deviate

Try to see patterns emerging from fields of incoherency
Without logic to crave

Be one without mimicking
the two next to you
Morph from grey to grayish
Without caring if this will turn out to be
the final imbue

Let the straps of human bondage come undone
For angel wings only clatter for some
Because In so many ways
You are my lantern in these tattered days