Monday, 2 July 2018

Bare Handed


Every empire falls, there’s not a one that’s lasted,
A state has an expiry date, and yours has slithered past it
It happened to us once , and soon you’ll join us in the wreckage
Your influence is fucked your credibility is lessened
Make enemies of friends and you suck up to dictators
Brag about your bombs but you’ll only devastate us
With a tanked economy and a trade war that’s not needed
And tariffs on the borders just for headlines for the readers
Of the press – If I can call them press but really that’s a joke
Just a propaganda outlet for the racist redneck volk
“He’s a big tough guy, and he’ll make us great again”
Bullshit, he’s a moron, and you’re going down the drain
All his lackies they’re investigated, for fraud and collusion
And he fornicates with porn stars, cos his marriage is illusion
It almost made me numb to all the stories that kept breaking
At how fucking dumb a nation gets when it’s mistaken
In choosing an orangutan to try and run the country
He’s a moron not a politician, don’t you understand he
Only tears things down, can’t build things up not even when he
Says he’ll build a wall, he’s screwed you all, you’re just like Stormy
But I’m not numb no more, what  provoked me into rage is
When I heard the screaming of the kids you put in cages
Crying for their mothers and for help and they’re just babies
“They’re not cages they’re just wire and concrete summer camps to stay in”
Then you have the nerve to start to play the fucking victim
When some privileged white bitch gets grief at dinner, she’s evicted
“That’s just not polite the restaurant it should be shut down”
Fuck you, you’re a joke, and every tyrant ends up cut down
You spent the last three years saying “Toughen up you snowflakes”
Now you whine and cry, you dish it out but cannot  even take
words aimed back at you, you weakling moron traitor
Oh was I rude?  Well as of now I’m glad to be a hater
“It’s their fault we took their kids cos they’re all undocumented”
We see right through your rhetoric we know that what you meant is
We don’t want them in the country cos their skin is kind of brown
And they speak another language, they won’t fit into our town
“The left are so damned rude and they claim to be so tolerant”
Well that’s our fault so far, now I’ll say that I’m belligerent
Cos reason only works when your foe is reasonable
And reason doesn’t penetrate the Fox and Breitbart bubble
We see where you are headed, and we recognise each lie
When a cage becomes a summercamp and arbeit fucking macht frei
But this will pass, it always does, dictators always tumble
And the marching feet of demonstraters make a building rumble
Of thunder in the cities and you’re gonna face the fighting
Cos you cannot have the thunder without a bolt of lightning
Freedom’s terminally ill now, and the future world is urging
You to sort the country out, you need to book a surgeon
Cut deep and cut right now, because I heard the rumour
The USA is sick, and Donald Trump

He is the tumour.

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

A Step Beyond Context


There are excited noises coming from Marlowe Manor at the moment.

I've just released my first novel "A Step Beyond Context" which is now available on Amazon as both a kindle ebook and a paperback.



It draws on ideas that first surfaced here in my Lucksmith stories featuring the irascible old meddler Lucas and his maverick team of dimensional travellers, and focuses on a young woman with a complicated past as a mercenary and computer hacker who has to balance this with her family background as a Regency lady.

Called home for a family gathering she is thrown headlong into intrigue and danger and takes it on herself to unpick the tangled web that ensues, crossing different worlds to find the truth.

It's published under a pen-name Finn Cullen and is available from the links below.

Kindle
Paperback
(these are the amazon.com links - other countries are available)

If you do feel inspired to give it a read please review and spread the word.


Thursday, 15 December 2016

Millstone


To err is human, to forgive divine
But I’m no god, no angel, and therefore
I’ll own the frail humanity that’s mine
Eschew forgiveness and admit that flaw
Amazing grace is offered, but you know
If what you did was part of His great plan
Then call on Him, for Him to mercy show,
For He’s amazing.  I am just a man.

Thursday, 8 December 2016

A Light Motive


Old demons never die, they simply dim their flames
And decompose through all the crime scene stages
Righteous hatred stiffening in the rigor of history
Prodded and examined, Questioned and challenged,
The images of fire debated and heat’s meaning discussed.
Then decomposition sets in and infernal foulness
Mulches down in parody and meme's rich loam
And makes of slicing stamping real, a simple word
A name to slander any, every, thing disliked,
Dust, then, to dust in sleeping eyes and demons wake
Unnoticed and unjust they change their name and sing
The same old songs, bright torchlit rallies seen anew
Men in rows, coloured spectacles where e-books burn
And the old fire kindles and liberty turns to face
The dawn with open, readied, leveled arms.

Jody Call


Drumbeats tonight and every night
Distant enough that you can lie to yourself
That it’s within you
Hypertense blood fleeing the pounding rhythm
Corpuscular refugees surge and rest, surge and rest,
Fading, flagging, carried in the current panic
Until depleted coming round again, again, again
To the drump, drump, drump
Of the remorseless heart and its everlong cadence,
Drum of the body politic, marking days gone and going

Bye, Koo.


Counting syllables
Does not make a haiku, pal
There's much more to them.


Thursday, 13 October 2016

In Support of the Land of Crasti


They were here, right here, I’m sure
Last night before I slept I’m sure I left them here
By the bed, by the alarm clock
Ready for me to pick up in the morning
I almost babble with panic as fingers scrabble
Over throat lozenges and fake wood veneer

Filled to bursting with the stuff I picked up in school
And added to with things I shaped myself
(haphazard and unwieldy though they were)
Shining and polished, and so so many of them
All ready to use, right here, I’m sure they were

Where did they go?  
Could they have been so carelessly mislaid
Or did some thief, clever-creeping come to my room
In the night
In the silence
And take them away?


My years.  Where have they gone?

(in response to Studio30Plus prompt "Babble")

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Anathema Drumbeat


In the dusty caverns of the temple, in the burned out ashes of the hall
In the empty echoing of ages we stand and smile and silence takes it all
Through the endless empty march of seconds, Through the days so brilliant and bleak
Through the nights and through the days so foolish, are we quite so foolish as to speak?

Where’s the voice that once proclaimed the sunlight, Where’s the hand that framed the tyger’s fire
Where’s the blood the drowned a deadly serpent?  Who’s the fool who dares to thus enquire?
We will raise our voices in the silence, we will raise our hands to show our cause,
We will shed our blood if blood needs shedding, fear and fright will never give us pause

We have something shining and surpassing, We have life that quickens every heart.
We have that within that passeth knowledge, We have light and darkness. We have art.

(For Studio30Plus and their prompt "Anathema")

Friday, 24 June 2016

Here is wisdom.


“Vimes had once discussed the Ephebian idea of ‘democracy’ with Carrot, and had been rather interested in the idea that everyone had a vote until he found out that while he, Vimes, would have a vote, there was no way in the rules that anyone could prevent Nobby Nobbs from having one as well. Vimes could see the flaw there straight away.”


― Terry PratchettThe Fifth Elephant