Steve Cestlavie - Poems Part 3
Here we have Christianity
Feedin' from soup vans in the street,
Where so many people are so fuckin' ill.
What will I say to the Great Big God Fuck?
When we finally meet.
Why are we born to suffer and die?
Says the Humble Little Man,
Why are we made so fragile and frail?
Why can't we understand?
The Big God Fuck looks down from his Nuclear Cloud,
Gives a little sigh,
I see you Humble Little Man,
I heard you ask me why.
It doesn't matter one little bit,
Coz Ah'm God I don't give a shit,
The answer to the suffer and die,
Is Humble Little Man don't cry,
It really is quite simply why:
Coz Ah'm God Fuck don't care if you die.
I made you and your place
And made the life you lead,
For the answers don't come to me,
It's written in the sky.
Coz I'm God, I don't give a fuck-
All I can say to U,
Is,
Why the Fuck Not
© Steve C'est La Vie
Feedin' from soup vans in the street,
Where so many people are so fuckin' ill.
What will I say to the Great Big God Fuck?
When we finally meet.
Why are we born to suffer and die?
Says the Humble Little Man,
Why are we made so fragile and frail?
Why can't we understand?
The Big God Fuck looks down from his Nuclear Cloud,
Gives a little sigh,
I see you Humble Little Man,
I heard you ask me why.
It doesn't matter one little bit,
Coz Ah'm God I don't give a shit,
The answer to the suffer and die,
Is Humble Little Man don't cry,
It really is quite simply why:
Coz Ah'm God Fuck don't care if you die.
I made you and your place
And made the life you lead,
For the answers don't come to me,
It's written in the sky.
Coz I'm God, I don't give a fuck-
All I can say to U,
Is,
Why the Fuck Not
© Steve C'est La Vie
Is it Magic, Murder or Mayhem
In the Masque of the Millenium,
Media Madness post eclipse sensationilium
The moment of the 2nd coming
Woz there ever a first ?
Can we speculate the future?
Look for another or the last,
Tomorrow never cums!
Tomorrow belongs to me!
Future SHOCK!
LET'S KEEP IT STRAIGHT
AND ON THE LINE
NOT FOR THE NEXT MILLENIUM
BUT EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY
OF EVERY YEAR FOR AS
LONG AS WE ARE HERE.
© Steve Cestlavie
In the Masque of the Millenium,
Media Madness post eclipse sensationilium
The moment of the 2nd coming
Woz there ever a first ?
Can we speculate the future?
Look for another or the last,
Tomorrow never cums!
Tomorrow belongs to me!
Future SHOCK!
LET'S KEEP IT STRAIGHT
AND ON THE LINE
NOT FOR THE NEXT MILLENIUM
BUT EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY
OF EVERY YEAR FOR AS
LONG AS WE ARE HERE.
© Steve Cestlavie
Munny eats, money secretes slime.
Money blinds, money mania.
Munny makes drugs, money buys drugs.
Drug money kills.
Money purchases food.
Money causes starvation, malnutrition, mutilation.
Money feeds pollution.
Money talks shit from politicians mouths.
Money is not moralistic.
Money makes monarchs unreal and invisible.
Money turns greed into madness.
Munny matters only to those that have it.
Munny meddles with our minds.
Money is the evil of all MANKIND.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Money blinds, money mania.
Munny makes drugs, money buys drugs.
Drug money kills.
Money purchases food.
Money causes starvation, malnutrition, mutilation.
Money feeds pollution.
Money talks shit from politicians mouths.
Money is not moralistic.
Money makes monarchs unreal and invisible.
Money turns greed into madness.
Munny matters only to those that have it.
Munny meddles with our minds.
Money is the evil of all MANKIND.
© Steve C'est La Vie
AH FUCKIN' LIVE THERE!
I'M DOWN THERE.
I'LL SEE U.
I'LL GET U.
A'M NESSIE.
A'M READY.
FIR TOURISTS THAT CUM HERE.
I'M SERIOUS!
A'M NESSIE!
BELIEVE IT!
A'M A FUCKIN' MONSTER!!!
© Steve C'est la Vie
I'M DOWN THERE.
I'LL SEE U.
I'LL GET U.
A'M NESSIE.
A'M READY.
FIR TOURISTS THAT CUM HERE.
I'M SERIOUS!
A'M NESSIE!
BELIEVE IT!
A'M A FUCKIN' MONSTER!!!
© Steve C'est la Vie
Reservoir Dogs in the Street,
Reservoir city on our Doorstep,
Blood, flows freely down the Drains,
Here is the stains of our fair LAND.
7 Dead in 2 foul Daze
Violence in the Movie Mind.
Or corruption achieved through LIFESTYLE.
Teddy Boyz beckon,
Razor Gangs from HELL call,
Out the horrors of their Death knell scars,
Returned to remind us of Bad Daze,
Not forgotten but well PAST
The Future must be Brighter,
Didn't Nostradamus see it in thee,
Stars?
© Steve C'est la Vie
Reservoir city on our Doorstep,
Blood, flows freely down the Drains,
Here is the stains of our fair LAND.
7 Dead in 2 foul Daze
Violence in the Movie Mind.
Or corruption achieved through LIFESTYLE.
Teddy Boyz beckon,
Razor Gangs from HELL call,
Out the horrors of their Death knell scars,
Returned to remind us of Bad Daze,
Not forgotten but well PAST
The Future must be Brighter,
Didn't Nostradamus see it in thee,
Stars?
© Steve C'est la Vie
To those that say No Thanks!
I hope u end up on the streets
Sooner than later,
While the cold rain,
Bites into my mind
You walk by with your parcels under arm,
Going home to warmth
of a place where u plan
A future in a World
U know that's there.
Maybe the mortgage men
Will pull the plug!!
Make u like me
Unwilling wallowing
In the bloodland mud,
I only sell The Issue
To get my dignity
Yeah I'm only human
which one am I u or me?
© Steve C'est la Vie
I hope u end up on the streets
Sooner than later,
While the cold rain,
Bites into my mind
You walk by with your parcels under arm,
Going home to warmth
of a place where u plan
A future in a World
U know that's there.
Maybe the mortgage men
Will pull the plug!!
Make u like me
Unwilling wallowing
In the bloodland mud,
I only sell The Issue
To get my dignity
Yeah I'm only human
which one am I u or me?
© Steve C'est la Vie
Oh happy day
I've got up someone's nose
For saying what I feel
The rich that sneer
look down at me
As if I don't deserve humanity.
I'm real enough just flesh and blood
With guts and feelings
And normal lusts
So tell me please
What should I express
If not an honest
Lack of taste
Cause homelessness won't go away
Ill write what I feel
I want to anyway
© Steve C'est La Vie
In reply to his knockers
I've got up someone's nose
For saying what I feel
The rich that sneer
look down at me
As if I don't deserve humanity.
I'm real enough just flesh and blood
With guts and feelings
And normal lusts
So tell me please
What should I express
If not an honest
Lack of taste
Cause homelessness won't go away
Ill write what I feel
I want to anyway
© Steve C'est La Vie
In reply to his knockers
Affaire, detente or coup d'etat.
Affairs of loving deceit.
Affairs of life, of time to die.
Affairs conducted behind closed doors.
Affairs in someone else's bedroom
Gleaned by private eyes.
Affairs of states of minds of all.
Governmentally meddled decided affairs.
Affairs of inflation,
No global round trip
Of the planet below.
Lots of affairs in the White House -
Fireworks and brimstone!
Affairs in Iraq.
Affairs to negotiate outcome of affairs.
Affairs of the heart could destroy your head
Affairs of violence spitting back with its twin
Affairs of war for religion
Affairs of love with which GOD?
Reconciliate all fearsome affairs
Make all the lights in the skies
Be affairs of the love of mankind.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Affairs of loving deceit.
Affairs of life, of time to die.
Affairs conducted behind closed doors.
Affairs in someone else's bedroom
Gleaned by private eyes.
Affairs of states of minds of all.
Governmentally meddled decided affairs.
Affairs of inflation,
No global round trip
Of the planet below.
Lots of affairs in the White House -
Fireworks and brimstone!
Affairs in Iraq.
Affairs to negotiate outcome of affairs.
Affairs of the heart could destroy your head
Affairs of violence spitting back with its twin
Affairs of war for religion
Affairs of love with which GOD?
Reconciliate all fearsome affairs
Make all the lights in the skies
Be affairs of the love of mankind.
© Steve C'est La Vie
People in Need,
People in Dreams,
People on Streets,
People in Stairs
People in Woods,
People in Houses
People on Floors,
People in prisons
People on Death Row.
People in Churches,
People in Shrouds,
People living outside
Statistics Unknown.
© Steve c'est la Vie
People in Dreams,
People on Streets,
People in Stairs
People in Woods,
People in Houses
People on Floors,
People in prisons
People on Death Row.
People in Churches,
People in Shrouds,
People living outside
Statistics Unknown.
© Steve c'est la Vie
I wanna be a hermit livin' in a cave somewhere
Have to have a hot spring running through it to give me heat and warmth.
Be like a jacuzzi in a luxury hotel with stucca walls,
Stalactites and stalagmites
Like priceless scultures in the Louvre
I'd hold audiences for tourists, giving them advice
They'd go away enlightened, delighted
Even if I told a load of useless shite.
People would bear me gifts of food, jewels and wine,
I wouldn't have to wank,
I'd have groupies all the time.
Be a friend to the birds and bees,
The insects and the mites.
I wanna be a hermit, what a fuckin life.
© Steve Cestlavie
Have to have a hot spring running through it to give me heat and warmth.
Be like a jacuzzi in a luxury hotel with stucca walls,
Stalactites and stalagmites
Like priceless scultures in the Louvre
I'd hold audiences for tourists, giving them advice
They'd go away enlightened, delighted
Even if I told a load of useless shite.
People would bear me gifts of food, jewels and wine,
I wouldn't have to wank,
I'd have groupies all the time.
Be a friend to the birds and bees,
The insects and the mites.
I wanna be a hermit, what a fuckin life.
© Steve Cestlavie
Fields of poppies
Breathing smoke and smack of DEATH!
INHALATION ANNIHILATION
The DRUG still flows
NO WIND of Change
The fight begins with OPIUM dreams
OF DIFFERENCE beyond these walls
in Confinement of our modern lives,
ALIVE though shattered
Poppies grown to stop the pain
of Maiming AMPUTATION!
AND ENDLESS SLEEP.
Poppies increase the guns
From Battlefield to streets of shame,
WHY NOT pick or plant a flower of EVIL?
When U can't sow a seed of luv.
© Steve C'est la Vie
Breathing smoke and smack of DEATH!
INHALATION ANNIHILATION
The DRUG still flows
NO WIND of Change
The fight begins with OPIUM dreams
OF DIFFERENCE beyond these walls
in Confinement of our modern lives,
ALIVE though shattered
Poppies grown to stop the pain
of Maiming AMPUTATION!
AND ENDLESS SLEEP.
Poppies increase the guns
From Battlefield to streets of shame,
WHY NOT pick or plant a flower of EVIL?
When U can't sow a seed of luv.
© Steve C'est la Vie
never forgot (or forgiven)
They still do the same
Again again again
To satisfy male ego games!
Their violent needs,
Past not forgotten
Where wimmin have no
real rights
Have to carry on to bear
the cross
Fighting for the rights of a
conviction!
For three bastards that
f***ed their lives
Their minds and future
They took all of me
The fight is now
against them
The uncastrated in jail
To get out
To play again (why)?
© Steve C'est La Vie
They still do the same
Again again again
To satisfy male ego games!
Their violent needs,
Past not forgotten
Where wimmin have no
real rights
Have to carry on to bear
the cross
Fighting for the rights of a
conviction!
For three bastards that
f***ed their lives
Their minds and future
They took all of me
The fight is now
against them
The uncastrated in jail
To get out
To play again (why)?
© Steve C'est La Vie
All our children's, children's, children.
Crying out in need
All the people's, people politicians
Lying killed by AID from Nestle's fair,
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS
Just a VORTEX! unbelievable desperation,
The media advances mindless.
Reporting reporting reportage propaganda.
What remains. The carnage, killing.
The bastard, basket, of the solar systems
Carrying on a permanent state
At a spate of pace.
Who UNDERSTANDS?
The hands that guide the war machine
Decision making, destroying dreams.
Obscene, obscene, obscenities forever,
No more strife for human mortal
Souls, ghouls beware!
The time will come when they will be used,
For the purpose of our fate.
Just fun and FUN and FUN.
On Earth preserved for ever more.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Crying out in need
All the people's, people politicians
Lying killed by AID from Nestle's fair,
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS
Just a VORTEX! unbelievable desperation,
The media advances mindless.
Reporting reporting reportage propaganda.
What remains. The carnage, killing.
The bastard, basket, of the solar systems
Carrying on a permanent state
At a spate of pace.
Who UNDERSTANDS?
The hands that guide the war machine
Decision making, destroying dreams.
Obscene, obscene, obscenities forever,
No more strife for human mortal
Souls, ghouls beware!
The time will come when they will be used,
For the purpose of our fate.
Just fun and FUN and FUN.
On Earth preserved for ever more.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Just a vendor living rough.
By the sea, underneath the trees.
On the street from the laboratory.
Without love.
The Earth and sky his home.
Back and forth staggering on.
Nowhere to go. Blanket everything he sees.
An agent of his own despair.
Homeless as a new born bird, lying in the road.
A discarded haircut - split ENZ.
No parents to talk off.
Disposed, forgotten forgot, unknown.
Divorced from realities.
Often with circumstance.
Making its way wif an issue,
Onto beginnings of the same class as real people
up the ladders, up the stairs,
to his ice cream castle in the sky.
Just somewhere where he can go
That doesn't judge who he is or where he'll be!
By turning him away.
Becoz he can't help his lowly stance
He's just the same as U or I.
© Steve C'est La Vie
By the sea, underneath the trees.
On the street from the laboratory.
Without love.
The Earth and sky his home.
Back and forth staggering on.
Nowhere to go. Blanket everything he sees.
An agent of his own despair.
Homeless as a new born bird, lying in the road.
A discarded haircut - split ENZ.
No parents to talk off.
Disposed, forgotten forgot, unknown.
Divorced from realities.
Often with circumstance.
Making its way wif an issue,
Onto beginnings of the same class as real people
up the ladders, up the stairs,
to his ice cream castle in the sky.
Just somewhere where he can go
That doesn't judge who he is or where he'll be!
By turning him away.
Becoz he can't help his lowly stance
He's just the same as U or I.
© Steve C'est La Vie
He's the universal homeless, hungry and alone
A victim of every land
From coast to coast, village to town
He languishes in squalor in mega city
In countryside, under hedgerows
He sleeps under the trees, in church alcoves,
Shop doorways, on park benches,
Anywhere that they will let him/her go.
Derelict, destroyed a delapidated state
A sickly sight U fail to see
With all your unseeing sore eyes
As he lies, sometimes with a blanket,
Sometimes naked to the night
In Africa, all over the globe.
His bed only terra firma, hard cold stone
If he's lucky to have a blanket
He lives in sadness and despair
Wondering, wandering in his mind
A shadow of mankind
Thinking: 'Should I do or die?'
Not a happy person on the shitty city street
On a mountain or out there hypodermic
In the bitter night-time cold.
A victim of every land
From coast to coast, village to town
He languishes in squalor in mega city
In countryside, under hedgerows
He sleeps under the trees, in church alcoves,
Shop doorways, on park benches,
Anywhere that they will let him/her go.
Derelict, destroyed a delapidated state
A sickly sight U fail to see
With all your unseeing sore eyes
As he lies, sometimes with a blanket,
Sometimes naked to the night
In Africa, all over the globe.
His bed only terra firma, hard cold stone
If he's lucky to have a blanket
He lives in sadness and despair
Wondering, wandering in his mind
A shadow of mankind
Thinking: 'Should I do or die?'
Not a happy person on the shitty city street
On a mountain or out there hypodermic
In the bitter night-time cold.
