Steve Cestlavie - Poems Part 2

Have the homeless just disappeared?
Swept deep under an administrative carpet
Left to rot on freezing street
Not thought of again
Left to fight on through the night
Become invisible
No longer there
Just faceless numbers
Thought as no life low life people
I dream not of Utopia
But of love and care
Not just on the street
But all around us everywhere
Probably never will it be
I cry out in anguish to make you see
The future lies with you and me

©Steve c'est la Vie

Aids, ravenously eats!
Creating warlike cleanliness.
Ripping out souls for hidden causes,
Hid behind Government eyes.
Genocide for the MODERN WORLD.
Is it in yer soup?
In your minds?
Here, and alive on the street!
They've washed their hands.
We can't take it lying down.
Too many will go,
So much. too many DEAD & GONE.
FOR HIV TV.
SAD, SAD, SAD. Escape be inevitable
1 DAY:
From diseases of the Sick People,
When the sun is shining,
Its meaning for every breath,
FOR GROWTH NOT GRAVES,
Human beings, loving kind.
It's time, it's time

©Steve C'est La Vie
Dedicated to Robin

Welcum to thee fascists' dance
Hitler's children's collaberation
Shaking hands with the Ku Klux Klan
Race ≥twisting≤ times again
Menories of Mosely
Taking the hand of GOD too far
Do U remember the concentration camps?
They didn't happen in a fascistic scene
No Jews or Gypsies died
It was all imaginary
Just a Germanic dream.
Do a jig and the HEADS WILL ROLL
Dance, dance, dance
To the hanging man!
Lambaders still lambading
In the South American sun.
The sons of SANTA SATAN SAME
HOPE THEY KILL
THE BANE OF POL POT'S SOUL
Fascist dreams all begone
To somewhere far beyond
The minds they tainted
In the past
And the morons beguiled
By their twisted tongues NOW!

©Steve C'est La Vie

Thee max factor!
Chanel tunnels in thee mind,
never had it so good WHEN?
Good factor 8 for Haemophiliacs.
Cold factory floors.
'Hot' with rushing feet for Crimbo bonuses.

Feel good in your SHOP DOORWAY,
surrounded by
the unattainable.
Feel better with a thermal
sleeping bags.
Perhaps an E-Coli pie to heat up,
or yersel with yer disposable lighter.
Feel brilliant to NO!
That spending money,
Pays for the luxury of MPs with VAT.

Feel good in yer beds
For them outside in Blankets
of snow
Wrapped only in sadness
as the feelgood factor grows
Just for THOSE!
That will always and did feel
good.
DR FEELGOOD
Give us all a fukin' cure.

©Steve C'est La Vie

Festivals here,
Festivals where?
Festivals here, there, somewhere else
Festivals why?
Festivals for fifty years
For a billion daze.
Festival of love, perhaps.
Stop festivals of hate
To those who are on the street.
Festival of people, playing as they do.
Festival of nuthing!
It's up 2 U.

©Steve C'est La Vie

Who remember
Our young
I'm History
That's yesterday
Different year
Same day
In Medea
Still war
All over
Can't see
Beyond it
It's complete
Wars happen
Looks forever
Nice sky
Good planet
Different day
More bombs
New disaster
Get together
For happy now!

© Steve C'est La Vie

Ghosts in thee machine,
Goblins in thee works,
Gremlins gobbing on thee production line,
Gabriel's wings clogging up thee SKY,
Galadriel , crying out for trees
That have long GONE.
Gods? GHOST pining for forests,
That are NO MORE.
GHOSTS grieving for a PLANET
WHO still hear's the people's SONG?
Ghostly goings on inside our minds,
GHOST-like futures hovering
Unseen, malevolent, incomplete,
Ghosts of a planet wandering,
Thee Universe aimlessly, dead, destroyed.
Ghosts, ghosts ghosts,
We will all BE!
If their Evil plans are ever,
Allowed to CARRY ON.

©Stevie C'est la Vie

Welcome to the Land of the Grey Ones
Where only ministers have fun
The plastic place where U can't feed your loved ones
Where the only power is
The Shining of the nuclear sun
Grey skies, grey hair
Grey lives, Grey Daze
On the treadmill of total boredom,
No smiles, no jibes,
Just nose against the grindstone.
Heads, and Hearts, against the wall
Welcome to the technological jungle
The state robot has been built
To overtake and overcome
Us all >et al<.

©Steve C'est La Vie

The Holocaust never happened!
Neither did men
land on the moon.
There's no exploitation
of people
in the workplace
or the street.
There's Rainbows
Round every corner.
Do U Believe
Everything U Read?

©Steve Cestlavie

Green is on the scene!
A GOVERNMENTAL DREAM.

Fairy liquid inside our youfs'
Minds brains and VEINS.

A semi-conscious concussed NIL!
Minus, dateless peepel
Not wurkin in FAXTORIES.

Thee Green lie unluscious, near DEAD
SIXTY should be an age of retirement and repose
Not a methadone statistic
STAKE! Given to or driven home.

Grass is better GREEN
Than being DUG UP brown and dark
To put in its place
Yung HUMAN beens.

©Steve C'est La Vie
For the 60 unfortunates who died of a methadone overdose over two years in Edinburgh

Goodbye Dolly
I must leave U
for dot com
I've been wif Pam
and her five sisters
In my field for too long
My mother was a tube
My baby's in a show.
I want to stay
in Roslin
along with my friends
the Scientists
who are not clones.

©Steve Cestlavie

Don't do It
They say
Do what U like
No Way
Tied Up
Tied Down
F***ed Up
by Systems
For Change
Their Change
Not for Us
Power to Them
To F***
U up
Lost Control
Not Them
Just Us
Born to Cry
To live in
Shit
Forever Anon!

©Steve C'est la Vie

Interface, Internet.
Interfering Information.
Investigating Insides.
Indelible, forever.
Interred in ALL OUR MINDS!
People stuck behind VDUs.
Games for thee, Indifferent.
People, wife plans for EVERYONE.
Taped, TAXED and TAGGED.
On the screen forever.
In a Computer! Prison Scene.
BEWARE THEE INTERNET.
It's information retrieval.
It's going TO BLIND U!

©Steve C'est La Vie

I've been hit by deja vu
Their bombs and their fights
Iraquis are dyin', cryin'
Lighting up the sky
With stealth and their fires
They are killing.
They are starving the people
Of their lives and their minds
They're destroying all futures
Not just there, not over there
But in here, in our hearts
All our souls and our lives
With their bombing
So again they've been told
Chemicals must go
Or we'll blow U away
Iraq will remain
As a ministry video game

Steve C'est la Vie

Maddening cow disease
Eating beefeaters' minds.
Is the crisis of the beef scene,
Goes on to explain Government lies.
If their offal, orificial, offices.
Deciding, deluding , decisions!
Cutting at the cattle's living faces.
>Eat Yersels!<
Brain-scraping enigmas,
They're told the animals.
An awful state,
When they themselves are
lower than the grass.
I'm a sheep!
I don't want my friend the cows,
To eat me when I'm dead and gone.
Stop them turning us
Not into mad or bad.
Leave us as friends
Alive, alone in our fields.

©Steve C'est La Vie