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Generation Degeneration


Generation Degeneration

Generation degeneration collapse of the state and society
disgrace of human morality
Loss of diginity and purpose,
In a world with subliminal advertising,
and propaganda controlled media.
... Moulding behaviour,
Through fear and organised social policies,
Taking your freedom of individuality and forming an army of mindless slaves.

(c) John Pallister

Charon


Charon

Twisted and distorted to the point of intellectual silence,
silence which causes this pointless struggle to come to a bitter end,
Feeling the confusion of a mind which can't except it's thoughts,
thoughts which flood the cranium with suicidal tendencies,
I can't feel the pain anymore,
the pain is flowing up through my cursed soul,
and tension is trapped beneath the depths of my very existent,
existing as a droid employed to sow and reap what it can not understand,
It's getting dirty spreading the dirt across a land belonging to stressful entities,
entities which ignore the point of life,
And fear the day that we'll all end up dead in the struggle,
Struggling against a tug of war to earn the ultimate prize,
the prize which is given to us as we enter this dimension,
The ultimate prize re-birth.

(c) John Pallister

The Guru


This is a special piece because i knew a band who were doing really well. I was lucky for them to look at my piece and they made this song on their album. They performed locally and won an award for young up and coming band, before on their way to professional and a record label. However the lead singer passed away of cancer right in their prime and the band collapased, never to be seen or heard of again. RIP

The Guru




(Verse)

Starring into a sea of deep blue tranquillity,
Losing all faith in the state of reality,
Wanting to catch a cloud and float to a place of safety,
Beyond the horizon of the world around me.

(Chorus)

They didn't know what was right,
Only support darkness not light,
And the things they teach,
Were impossible to reach,
As I speak my mind…

(Verse)

What goes on in your heart or mind,
Leads to new discoveries you never knew you could find,
A skill you didn't know you had,
Feelings that make you feel mad.

(Chorus)

(Verse)

The hypocritical typical saint,
Projects himself in one shade of paint,
But be a rainbow and open up,
And believe in your own luck.

(Chorus)

(Verse)
A religious person is often weak,
Cause he needs no excuse to speak,
Believe in you, not him,
Because we all will eventually sin.

Eternal friend


Eternal Friend



As a cold eyed stare in charcoal fire,
I see my life is all desire,
The many times my heart is broken,
And I am just outspoken,
As I stand in a sunlit sky,
I look around and ask them why,
A taste of love is always bad,
When all it does is make you mad,
Her opal eyes are burning ember,
In winter you remember,
I'll hold back the love I give,
And try so hard to forgive,
But I can't lose a friend,
Someone I'll love to the end.

mesmerised


Mesmerised



Mesmerised by eyes,
Staring through a curtain,
Of everlasting reflection,
Catch a glimpse,
For a short relation.


Real sounds,
And cosmic orb,
A journey to outer galaxies,
Far beyond,
The transformation.


The blissful tranquil night,
Silent to all those with an ear,
A time of weariness,
And resentfulness,
Beyond evolution.

perfect love song


Perfect love song



Not another boring love song,
That's full of feelings that are all wrong,
The same things that are said before,
It's all the same and a bore,
Like I feel your warm touch on me,
Bloody hell I see,
you want to lay with me all day and night,
Um I've got to work and all that right?
Can't survive on love making alone,
Wish I could but dogs needs feeding and his bone,
It's just rubbish in a typical sonnet,
Mines a gin an tonic,
And hers a flat liner so I can get her to bed,
I don't really love her that's what was said,
you see if I wrote a love song it'll be true,
I tell you that I really did love you,
There would be a feeling of pure euphoricness in my soul,
and I would know you would make me whole,
You see roses are red violets are blue,
Doesn't really wash off when your heart hasn't a clue,
But this heart knows the words to write,
Because it's found miss right,
And this is the perfect love song

In the depth of hatred


In the depth of hatred



Crushed melodramatically in a never-ending dispute,
Over the end of ones soul,
Memories of forgotten actions
are now put to the test.

The balance of the scales,
Evenly distributed,
standing between the final judge,
I make my stand.

Will it make it to the gates of heaven?
Or will I perish in the depth of hell?
For I'm not ready for any of that,
I'm just a confused lost soul.

My body has been mutilated,
By the maggots, which eat me,
My soul is intact,
Wandering aimlessly.

losing it


Losing it



Your thoughts are complex messages,
Radiating through a close proximity circuit,
Sounding like a code Navaho couldn't distinguish,
Words with double meanings and undeveloped sub-tones,
Trying to control your subconscious mind,
Forcing you to confront your own fears,
Running amok of the personality you own,
Possessing your head like a demon,
Challenging your every

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