Steve Cestlavie - Poems Part 4
Scots Wa Hae
Wi Wallace Bled
Shut up!
Or I'll kick
U in the head,
I'll stab U maim U
If U disagree
Coz you've a different
Point of View,
From Me
I like Celtic
U Like Hearts
See U,
Would U!
Like to
Wear this glass
Stop, Stop, Stop,
This farce
Stick your violence
Up yer Arse
© Steve C'est La Vie
Wi Wallace Bled
Shut up!
Or I'll kick
U in the head,
I'll stab U maim U
If U disagree
Coz you've a different
Point of View,
From Me
I like Celtic
U Like Hearts
See U,
Would U!
Like to
Wear this glass
Stop, Stop, Stop,
This farce
Stick your violence
Up yer Arse
© Steve C'est La Vie
sorry for crying
sorry for being
sorry for dying
sick of hearing sorry
Sorry for the lies
I have to face
Sorry I have nothing
Sorry for fukin what
sorry, Sorry, Sorry
Sorry fukin' state
Our little planet's in
sorry U said Sorry
What does it mean
Sorry I'm here
Sorry I'm deprived
No more Sorry please
Coz I'm not sorry for U
So don't be sorry for me
© Steve c'est la Vie
sorry for being
sorry for dying
sick of hearing sorry
Sorry for the lies
I have to face
Sorry I have nothing
Sorry for fukin what
sorry, Sorry, Sorry
Sorry fukin' state
Our little planet's in
sorry U said Sorry
What does it mean
Sorry I'm here
Sorry I'm deprived
No more Sorry please
Coz I'm not sorry for U
So don't be sorry for me
© Steve c'est la Vie
All suits are sad,
Behind they hide their mind games,
There! Political decisions.
There! Law Suits, bold and black,
Manipulating conniving.
Behind a best dressed sense,
Birthday suits die too young
Suits are unnecessary in the rainforest.
Diving suits exploit the oceans,
Taking out from watery graves.
Malicious Malodourous Mental.
Stripey suits, flowery suits,
Dinner jacket, exploitative
Executive decision suits,
Naked exploitation porno suits .
Wedding suits/ Divorce Papers,
Electricity wasting Trouser press, Soldier suits, designed to kill!
Space suits for war in space,
Suits, suits, suits,
Warmongers should all be given law suits,
For their horror suits against Mankind!
© Steve C'est La Vie
Behind they hide their mind games,
There! Political decisions.
There! Law Suits, bold and black,
Manipulating conniving.
Behind a best dressed sense,
Birthday suits die too young
Suits are unnecessary in the rainforest.
Diving suits exploit the oceans,
Taking out from watery graves.
Malicious Malodourous Mental.
Stripey suits, flowery suits,
Dinner jacket, exploitative
Executive decision suits,
Naked exploitation porno suits .
Wedding suits/ Divorce Papers,
Electricity wasting Trouser press, Soldier suits, designed to kill!
Space suits for war in space,
Suits, suits, suits,
Warmongers should all be given law suits,
For their horror suits against Mankind!
© Steve C'est La Vie
Got drunk.
Unreal Call.
Words matter.
Inside walls.
Get out.
Same trip.
No walls.
Back in.
Same doors.
Metal cage.
Stay in.
No Government Change,
Unreal, still live,
Live in thoughts
Sum life.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Unreal Call.
Words matter.
Inside walls.
Get out.
Same trip.
No walls.
Back in.
Same doors.
Metal cage.
Stay in.
No Government Change,
Unreal, still live,
Live in thoughts
Sum life.
© Steve C'est La Vie
'Thank U'
For the sun
The Sea
The Sky
NO THANK 'U' SHELL!
For drilling HOLES
IN TOO DEEP,
Inside our 'BROTHER'
MOTHER 'EARTH'
'JOHN MAJOR'
For changing to yet....
Another Tory CLONE!
No thanx Environment
It's NEARLY ALL GONE?
Thank U FISHES
For Still SWimming
Even though 'URE'
Wombis so polluted
'THANX'
For the 'DESIRE'
To Wordship
THE SUN!
THE NON COLD DAZE
All the 'TREES' for growing,
THANX
Peeps
© Steve Vegan C'est la Vie
For the sun
The Sea
The Sky
NO THANK 'U' SHELL!
For drilling HOLES
IN TOO DEEP,
Inside our 'BROTHER'
MOTHER 'EARTH'
'JOHN MAJOR'
For changing to yet....
Another Tory CLONE!
No thanx Environment
It's NEARLY ALL GONE?
Thank U FISHES
For Still SWimming
Even though 'URE'
Wombis so polluted
'THANX'
For the 'DESIRE'
To Wordship
THE SUN!
THE NON COLD DAZE
All the 'TREES' for growing,
THANX
Peeps
© Steve Vegan C'est la Vie
A swathe of colours to compare,
The rainbow hues of earths returning
Colours, blowin' about the mind
The flowers colour spring at hand
Harvest bursting forth with fervour
A glorious sight to feed and feel,
The people with green and gold,
Demise of winter.
All colouring for earthly pleasure
Just for us to feed and clothe
All the people all the time.
No matter what they be
Happiness not just for flowers
Once a year.
© Steve C'est La Vie
The rainbow hues of earths returning
Colours, blowin' about the mind
The flowers colour spring at hand
Harvest bursting forth with fervour
A glorious sight to feed and feel,
The people with green and gold,
Demise of winter.
All colouring for earthly pleasure
Just for us to feed and clothe
All the people all the time.
No matter what they be
Happiness not just for flowers
Once a year.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Pirates O the Port O Leith
Yesteryear sails Fae the Port.
No Guns abroad,
Sailing ships from far and abroad,
City coffers glittering, glistening.
Festooned with Nuggets
Nowadaze Gold Dubloons,
PROVOSTS, PIRATES City Faithers,
Clash with GHOSTS
Clothed in Irons rattling chains,
SAILING NAY!
Landlubbing piracy Beyond the Ken,
OF NEPTUNE'S HOLD.
*DAVEY JONES*
Arise Unlocked,
Find your way forward,
To the Pageantry,
The City Chambers!
Gory Hoard,
Welcome ALL,
Along the Gangway
The Grim Reaper's
Earthly money
Graveyard HOLE
© Steve C'est La Vie
Yesteryear sails Fae the Port.
No Guns abroad,
Sailing ships from far and abroad,
City coffers glittering, glistening.
Festooned with Nuggets
Nowadaze Gold Dubloons,
PROVOSTS, PIRATES City Faithers,
Clash with GHOSTS
Clothed in Irons rattling chains,
SAILING NAY!
Landlubbing piracy Beyond the Ken,
OF NEPTUNE'S HOLD.
*DAVEY JONES*
Arise Unlocked,
Find your way forward,
To the Pageantry,
The City Chambers!
Gory Hoard,
Welcome ALL,
Along the Gangway
The Grim Reaper's
Earthly money
Graveyard HOLE
© Steve C'est La Vie
There are millions of them
They're all the same
They are CLONES
Robotic they roam
On orders from within
Do their duty without flinching
Go into battle - unafraid of bombs
Carry on MUTILATED
No arms, no legs
Not a thought in their heads
A machine to kill
For machinations. beyond control
Of any known GOD
A thing to fear
A people's production line of CLONES
Beautiful CLONES, Thatcherite CLONES
CLONES on TV
Husband and wife CLONES
Sitting at home - going the right way
Bouncing bonny baby CLONES
To grow up mindless
Prime Minister CLONES
Boxes of all sorts of clones
CLONES! CLONES!
Ready to CONTROL.
© Steve C'est la Vie
They're all the same
They are CLONES
Robotic they roam
On orders from within
Do their duty without flinching
Go into battle - unafraid of bombs
Carry on MUTILATED
No arms, no legs
Not a thought in their heads
A machine to kill
For machinations. beyond control
Of any known GOD
A thing to fear
A people's production line of CLONES
Beautiful CLONES, Thatcherite CLONES
CLONES on TV
Husband and wife CLONES
Sitting at home - going the right way
Bouncing bonny baby CLONES
To grow up mindless
Prime Minister CLONES
Boxes of all sorts of clones
CLONES! CLONES!
Ready to CONTROL.
© Steve C'est la Vie
Lovercraftian and hidden, awaiting to arise!
To eat away, at the estuary,
HARD! HORRID! UNSEEN!
Making a mockery of Mankind's dreams
Here to gouge out
Hidden from all views
Behind all the unseeing, uncaring industrialists' eyes,
TORRID, TURBULENT TIDAL WAVES,
Rotten with the stench of Greedy monetary desires
spewing slime into our PIT OF HELL
in the hearths and hearts of our suburban sitting rooms.
Waste will consume the animal
and perhaps the people's tribes,
Reflections carry on in oil slicks
With hazy, mutant reptilian eyes!
Weird teeth gorging on human-eating scum
Nuclear pollutants, only the first nail
In this Earthly beauty's coffin.
Hammered , hammered DOWN
Into HADES UNDERGROUND
Raped and bludgeoned by drills and chemicals
It awaits to BREAK
Thee PROTOCOL
Celebrate 2000
By cleaning up the planets, act
Not tomorrow
Not in the future
But here, right here and NOW!
© Steve C'est La Vie
To eat away, at the estuary,
HARD! HORRID! UNSEEN!
Making a mockery of Mankind's dreams
Here to gouge out
Hidden from all views
Behind all the unseeing, uncaring industrialists' eyes,
TORRID, TURBULENT TIDAL WAVES,
Rotten with the stench of Greedy monetary desires
spewing slime into our PIT OF HELL
in the hearths and hearts of our suburban sitting rooms.
Waste will consume the animal
and perhaps the people's tribes,
Reflections carry on in oil slicks
With hazy, mutant reptilian eyes!
Weird teeth gorging on human-eating scum
Nuclear pollutants, only the first nail
In this Earthly beauty's coffin.
Hammered , hammered DOWN
Into HADES UNDERGROUND
Raped and bludgeoned by drills and chemicals
It awaits to BREAK
Thee PROTOCOL
Celebrate 2000
By cleaning up the planets, act
Not tomorrow
Not in the future
But here, right here and NOW!
© Steve C'est La Vie
The eyes have it
No longer red, glaring and evil
Behind the posters,
Labour is working!
Can it be seen with our eyes?
A media circus of control
Buzzing around outside the globe.
New political battle stance scenario
For the people here at home
Don't be vague, ask for Hague.
A tweedle dum dee for a tweedle dum
A bone fide friend for Tory Plan B
The hills have yes
Seeing inside the nuclear dumps
A calm before the coming storm.
Change of reportage for the
world's never-ending wars!
Apocalypse resigned now
To take its place in darkened shadows.
Open up your eyes
And see the case
Different games. To play.
A planet fit to live on for all
A place for total change.
It's in our hands
Behind the eyes
The mask of distortion!
No more self inflicted destruction.
A universe hand to hold and make
Peace in our time
Negotiate, activate, agitate.
A fitting world for 2000
Not a dream for science fiction scene
But here for now.
To grasp for real and be seen
With all our eyes.
© Steve C'est La Vie
No longer red, glaring and evil
Behind the posters,
Labour is working!
Can it be seen with our eyes?
A media circus of control
Buzzing around outside the globe.
New political battle stance scenario
For the people here at home
Don't be vague, ask for Hague.
A tweedle dum dee for a tweedle dum
A bone fide friend for Tory Plan B
The hills have yes
Seeing inside the nuclear dumps
A calm before the coming storm.
Change of reportage for the
world's never-ending wars!
Apocalypse resigned now
To take its place in darkened shadows.
Open up your eyes
And see the case
Different games. To play.
A planet fit to live on for all
A place for total change.
It's in our hands
Behind the eyes
The mask of distortion!
No more self inflicted destruction.
A universe hand to hold and make
Peace in our time
Negotiate, activate, agitate.
A fitting world for 2000
Not a dream for science fiction scene
But here for now.
To grasp for real and be seen
With all our eyes.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Me! I'm a large mammal
used to roaming all the oceans
and the seas.
My time could be stopped
though not by me.
But the people, the species eaters,
the chemicals, the oil rigs,
oil slicks, and atomic tests
waylay my circumnavigation
to all the others the same as me.
Mindless killers try to make me none
From their hands fly
flesh gouging harpoons
biting deep into our flesh.
Causing us leviathans
constant pain.
I browse for my food leisurely
I only eat what I need
but not everything I see.
I just carry on being,
a whale to stay, not to be gone,
by myself, a beautiful mammoth.
Can human beings
stop being wrong?
I care about my kin and u
not blubber fragrantly
expensive ambergris.
My food is the forest of the sea.
If I go u will still be
part of some kind of harmony.
I'm a whale . U have every reason
to keep us alive and close to U.
As part of the planet's
too quickly dying ecology.
© Steve c'est La Vie
used to roaming all the oceans
and the seas.
My time could be stopped
though not by me.
But the people, the species eaters,
the chemicals, the oil rigs,
oil slicks, and atomic tests
waylay my circumnavigation
to all the others the same as me.
Mindless killers try to make me none
From their hands fly
flesh gouging harpoons
biting deep into our flesh.
Causing us leviathans
constant pain.
I browse for my food leisurely
I only eat what I need
but not everything I see.
I just carry on being,
a whale to stay, not to be gone,
by myself, a beautiful mammoth.
Can human beings
stop being wrong?
I care about my kin and u
not blubber fragrantly
expensive ambergris.
My food is the forest of the sea.
If I go u will still be
part of some kind of harmony.
I'm a whale . U have every reason
to keep us alive and close to U.
As part of the planet's
too quickly dying ecology.
© Steve c'est La Vie
Trainspotting, People Crashing
Irvin Welshman
Burroughsesquian NOT!
Heroin liking. Interfering
True to life. Who's bee that?
Not My Memories!
Unknown to me an
Edinburgian,
Lost Kausing. Promoting Using.
Not Caring.
Good Idea. Wot's swedging?
like sleding, Eh >Bat Boy<.
Strange language from Wot City?
Something's Burnin' yer pockets.
Celluloid Hollywood Arse Draggin.
Happy Coupon now. Rich `n' Famoz.
Eat yer heart out
for those that Ur still dying.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Irvin Welshman
Burroughsesquian NOT!
Heroin liking. Interfering
True to life. Who's bee that?
Not My Memories!
Unknown to me an
Edinburgian,
Lost Kausing. Promoting Using.
Not Caring.
Good Idea. Wot's swedging?
like sleding, Eh >Bat Boy<.
Strange language from Wot City?
Something's Burnin' yer pockets.
Celluloid Hollywood Arse Draggin.
Happy Coupon now. Rich `n' Famoz.
Eat yer heart out
for those that Ur still dying.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Christmas Daze go away,
Winter Cold,
Mind Numb,
Childrens Games,
Poverty Trap
No Food
Candlelight
Santas, Satan
Jesus F Christ,
No worry
U Died,
A lot will on Christmas night
© Steve C'est La Vie
Winter Cold,
Mind Numb,
Childrens Games,
Poverty Trap
No Food
Candlelight
Santas, Satan
Jesus F Christ,
No worry
U Died,
A lot will on Christmas night
© Steve C'est La Vie
Screamin, shriekin, shittin, spewin,
Horror show hallucination.
Deep in the abyss beyond black holes
Excruciating, crucifying fukin pain
Death-defying if U pull through
A never forgotten situation,
Shakin, crazy mental torture
Off the edge, close to breakin,
Kick a habit, not the bucket
Freezin sweatin, hot then cold
Dreams happening or is it real
Monsters eating at yer grey matter,
Will I get through?
Or must I be dragged
The eye of a needle,
Lost in space in a haystack
Drowned in a bucket of boiling vomit
Drowning in a sea of surrealistic,
Unreal hotbed of emotions
Does it ever leave yer system
Cluck, cluckin U can't be no chicken,
Does it stick to yer bones like glue.
When will it end
Somehow some escape opiate deprivation
For the others the only way out is dyin'
Policies destroy the captive mind
Why don't they help?
The afflicted convicted
Do their fukin time.
In memorium and experience
© Steve C'est La Vie
Horror show hallucination.
Deep in the abyss beyond black holes
Excruciating, crucifying fukin pain
Death-defying if U pull through
A never forgotten situation,
Shakin, crazy mental torture
Off the edge, close to breakin,
Kick a habit, not the bucket
Freezin sweatin, hot then cold
Dreams happening or is it real
Monsters eating at yer grey matter,
Will I get through?
Or must I be dragged
The eye of a needle,
Lost in space in a haystack
Drowned in a bucket of boiling vomit
Drowning in a sea of surrealistic,
Unreal hotbed of emotions
Does it ever leave yer system
Cluck, cluckin U can't be no chicken,
Does it stick to yer bones like glue.
When will it end
Somehow some escape opiate deprivation
For the others the only way out is dyin'
Policies destroy the captive mind
Why don't they help?
The afflicted convicted
Do their fukin time.
In memorium and experience
© Steve C'est La Vie
Where have all the flowers gone
Into the ground coz winter's come,
Where will all the homeless go
Some into the ground
Dead from Winter's cold
When will the people see
The human need,
for warmth and shelter?
Will the changes ring in?
In the New Year
Or will another number come up.
Desperate, as the one before?
If only sun shone hot in winter,
To keep the flowers and
The people growing.
© Steve C'est La Vie
Into the ground coz winter's come,
Where will all the homeless go
Some into the ground
Dead from Winter's cold
When will the people see
The human need,
for warmth and shelter?
Will the changes ring in?
In the New Year
Or will another number come up.
Desperate, as the one before?
If only sun shone hot in winter,
To keep the flowers and
The people growing.
© Steve C'est La Vie
