THE GRAND MOVEABLE FEAST by MONTEGO IKARUS

The Grand Moveable Feast

Up comes along the greatest feast
Another conflict,  another chance,  a release
The rain it comes,  oh no! We feast!
The cold or the hot burns! Yum we eat!

Eating,  gourging, never stopping,  never sleeping
Oh mother benefit where is my meat?
Terror terror terror terror bang bang bang bang
Mmm, yummy honey,  it's so so sweet!

Bobble-head north east west and south
Ze best corporate conflict chefs, Bon Appettit!
Mmm, mmm, yummy yummy,  magis conflictus
More big world trouble woe, oh what a treat!

Look another terrorist!  Writing on the wall!
Who will save us and who will we call? !
Mmm, mmm, yummy so delish!
I dare not admit I enjoy a good stiff

The end,  the end,  the end is nigh
A lovely bountiful beautiful feast
Inner turmoil, inner conflict
I can push it all out for the moveable feast

Look, look, looky! It's happening over here!
No wait!  It's changed,  it's moved over there.
This time! This place!  No wait,  over there
All hail the end the grand moveable feast.

-- montego ikarus

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Livin' on the Street - Blues in B - Open Source Musick Release

I wrote this yesterday while observing the street and thinking of the possibility of having to live on it again because I can only just afford to pay rent and expenses and just get by:

Livin' on the Street (Blues in B)

Living on the streets
No dole and living on a beggars wage
Alchohol ain't my comfort seat
Caffeine and sugar my only addictions

Who can afford these rooms?
Who can afford these houses?
Slaves can
and people with money bowsers

Not me, not ever
I am no one's slave
From no one do I take orders
So I'll rot in the gutter in this Free society.

Freedom, freedom
Born free on free land
The land doesn't own itself
Lose your money and see your chains

Who can afford these restaurants?
Who can afford these overpriced drinks at these fancy bars?
Slaves can
And those born into cash and status cars

Get off your dole, mister or misses, see your chains
There is no real reason for homelessness
to the losers of their birth-right
It's a lot of hopelessness

Good luck living out there like this
I've done it like this once before
Let's take the system to its knees
Let's make it pay for long lost needs

Freedom, Freedom
Born free on free land
The land doesn't own itself
Lose your money and see your chains

-- MONTEGO IKARUS

Latenight thoughts

A darkness encased in love
He lingers on my breath
Waiting for a release
"Wander now, my dawdling
Travel deep and far into the abyss."

He wanders
He returns

I have seen many great things master
But the greatest of these I cannot tell
For it would be a great crime against love to do so

What do you withhold from me little one?

Nothing that needs be met your ear good sir. You would do better to go without, than to suffer the knowledge of this.

I trust your judgement
But it troubles me greatly that there is something so grave
Not even you can tell your master of it

I wander
I wander into the abyss
I return

An 'I' returns
Not the same I that left.

Ask nothing

Trust the trustworthy

Trust what has nothing to gain from your trust

Trust love

Save innocence

Just cause you can shit in your hand doesn't mean you need to know the experience of doing so

Rationally withhold curiosity

-- MONTEGO IKARUS

Orgasm - Poem/Diatribe

Like an incipit ghost
She wanders around
Pretending not to be dead
I feel the wheel of chaos it's turning
Caught in the charm of the moment
I beckon
"As long as it's something sinister,
I don't mind," She starts morosely
looking away to blow on a cigarette
"I like your idea of fun
I can only get off if it's naughty
Yes, it has to be naughty
Guilt and fear only, make it worth it
Though a far distant spectre
I don't feel those things anymore
I've pressed that button too many times
I just toy with myself,
Maybe I'll feel again
Tempting myself with something untouchable
Again.
I, the willing self flagellator
I flagellate my emotions over by back in quick nasty pride
like a whip of nine
I crave a split!
I crave blood!
But blood cannot come
I can't hurt myself any longer
Not because I choose not to
But because I don't feel hurt
In a spacious cloud prison of mind
I only feel a faint thud or if lucky, once every now and then, a light scratch
I lick the wound up quickly
Embracing the moment
Thanking the Gods, I have felt something, anything
Feeling
I am a shell
A husk of a shell
of a husk of a shell
Immortal
Cursed
Forever wanderer
A shadow
Death cannot be found
Because I am death
And in this sense
The doing of death can only be had in the living of my life."

-- Montego Ikarus