Sunday, 13 March 2011

Elixir

drink it back dear boy
and swallow your errant pride
the bitterness inside abates
and the acidity stings your eyes
a remedy for all your allergies
an anathema for your bile
we cannot permit your rebellious muses
and your unauthorised smiles
you cannot walk your own footpath
you must genuflect to the corporate gods
we cannot permit your libertarianism
you march our march in the steps we trod
and lets not nurture any talk of freedom
we maintain control for the greater good
our swollen coffers are not your concern
know your place as we know you should
drink it back dear boy
and understand that we permit you to survive
remember that we own your feeble soul
and we can erase your worthless life.
a potion for all your deviancy
to cure you from all free thought
we are here to save you from yourself
and to reiterate all our teachers taught...
Andy Horsman
2011

Sunday, 6 February 2011

Urchins and Unicorns

Seeping sentimentality
And sepia sensibilities
Love to loiter, linger, eavesdropping
On your every resplendent utterance
From the veritable mouth of a genuine babe
The wisdom spills like illogical lava
Like a dyslexic jigsaw
Edges blurred
And bent totally out of shape

Your dimensions strain to be unleashed
Irradiating with a spray of colour
A purple avocado splash
Upon a jaded adult mind
Creativity not yet so suppressed
As to edit the flow of thought
With wondrous imagination exploding
Your palette, a kaleidoscope

Enrich me with your most lysergic logic
A piracy of uncensored thought
Unshackled by scholastic strait jacketing
Most treasured but never repressed
The iridescent glow of innocence
In the imagination’s treasured trove
No boundaries to corral wilder musing
The very essence of true freedom framed


Andy Horsman
2010.

Another Version of the Truth

It would appear that you seem to be aroused
By the sound of your own voice
Narcissism magnified
You really take the prize
And I fluctuate between
Incredulity
And a hatred, a contempt
Your self obsessed entirety
Encapsulates all I feared
You thrive on wreaking misery
With the zeal of a senseless soul
Corroded and malignantly consumed
Like a blackened smoking husk
Sadness engulfs like a treacle tide
Ensnaring like a quicksand whipped
The intrinsic essence that I so crave
Is smashed like jetsam on the rocks
There is no hope where there is no love
There’s no hope where there’s fear
You have dragged us to this grim impasse
Where we crumble into the sands of time…………

Andy Horsman 2010

Sunday, 23 January 2011

My Civil War

Sobriety will be the death of me
The thoughts uncrowned,
Abound
I strain against the cerebral chains
And fumble in my doubts
My self contempt engulfs me
I drown in my own bile
Restrained from cutting myself loose
My selfishness reviled

Weary of psychic parasites
So cautious to the quick
Evading emotional vampirism
With a deprecated wit
The worlds collide inside me
The tensions smoulder bright
I ache from treading boredom
And the vindictiveness of spite

Beyond the pale
The pallid fight
Has left my deficient soul
I resist the urge to compromise
And come in from the cold
The road I tread is treacherous
To divert would ease my route
Madness siphons my energies
My insanity is absolute

Andy Horsman
2010.

The Golden Age of Light Entertainment

The curtain falls
After the curtain call
And the greasepaint smears once more
The pantomime dames and the farce depart
Through the crumbling backstage door
A last fleeting look
At the playwright’s book
And the dust gathered on the floor
Farewell to dreams of grandeur
The icons and those who might have been
The slightly shabby leading men
And the majestic silver screen
We have no need for culture now
Your vaunted golden age has passed
The satellite feeds our every need
While we sit passively on our arses
Brainwashed by reality, badly dressed,
Masquerading as the stimulus
That we seek
The libraries are shut, but we don’t read
We have no aspirations
Ignorance keeps us weak

Andy Horsman
2010

Sunday, 9 January 2011

An Avalanche of Indifference

Your apathy is narcotic
Narcoleptic
Benign
An opiate of indolence
Shuttered and so blind
Caught up in the fluffy warmth
Of an inoffensive
Ruse
A censorship of senses
While your cauterised soul
Is removed

An avalanche of indifference
An insanity sanctuary
Where all the fearing
Is whitewashed
And sorrow is erased
Shuffle in the greyness
The smothered and
Compliant
The lobotomised and
The neutered
Cleansed and sanitised.

Andy Horsman
2010
 

Sunday, 19 December 2010

Her Habitat

Insomnia
A two faced friend
A drain
A pain
An aptitude for suffering
She creeps upon me
Nightly
Stalking
Embracing my mind
With a cacophony
Of jumbled thought
A racing pulse
My ignited paranoia
Strangling my embryonic sleep
‘Til wide awake
I countenance
The fragility of my sanity
Nocturnal ghost
A haunting
Consuming me in a
Toxic kiss
Emboldened by my flaccid
Resistance
She coils around my imagination
Madame Malevolent
And her corrosive litter
Haunting me once more..

Andy Horsman
2010