Part I: Inner Threads

1. This Twisted Youth

Well, let me introduce myself—
I am This Twisted Youth.
They said that I was twisted,
And now it's time for proof.

I wish I could explain,
But see, I'm drunk on imperfection.
I'd tell you who I am,
But I've not seen a true reflection.

I view a multitude of people
On a majority of my days—
Each a little more perfect than I,
If I had dishonest judgment of their ways.

Coz I can't grasp the good bits,
Consolidate an improved me—
They say I'm just stupid,
So my emotions roam free.

See, I work 'ard for ma drugs,
Don't call me a slacker.
Did shit at a bollocks school,
But fings could be blacker.

I love lots of pussy, an' I ain't talkin' 'bout cats—
I like easy lays, girls that are fat.
I 'ate all them immigrants stealin' our jobs,
Hate doll scroungers, fuckin' 'ate snobs.

My language is strong, I bash all who sneer—
I'll fuck you up too if I sense any fear.
I live fast, I'll die young (no 'magination),
People don't like me, coz I 'ang round the station.

I take stuff that ain't mine, I'm a real good thief—
Run from the pigs, they just give us grief.
I 'ate ma job, ma boss gives torment,
But I gotta 'ave money, live for the moment.

The future's a heap, I 'ate ma own life—
But I'm alright 'til I die, an' ain't no one say different.
Coz I'm so bloody 'ard, maybe a dad, don't really know—
Run from the maintenance, still get ma blow.

Might quit ma job, live in a squat—
Sell drugs for money, but what choice do I got?
Things could have been different? I don't think they could.
I'm alright as I am, better than ya—

With my well 'ard convictions, cool self-afflictions,
God damn addictions fed by misinformation—
Right down through the shit stem, I tell you again:
My life you can't save.

So when I'm dead,
Just spray "Twisted Youth" on my grave.
            

2. Spend Some Time with the Children

Spend some time with the children—
Spend some time with yourself, dear child.
Don't let them make you wrong—
Bloom unbound in your wild.
            

3. Nectar for Thought

Worry? Worry?
Why go worry?
The butterfly folds its wings—
Mentally not dissimilar to penguins
That can't teach tricks of flight
To their newborns in the spring.

As now the penguins learn to swim
Amongst sharks and fears,
Gathering nutrition
Through freezing years.
No reason to reach the sky—
They no longer wonder why.
Feet on snow, they justify
Content to live and die.

So sad? No, not when looking on—
They make the best of what's gone.
But let us expand this approach
To butterflies and humans—
My thoughts now encroach.

See the crawling caterpillar
Fends from the egg itself,
Greedy, eating leaves
To bolster its health.
It knows not its mission,
How phase one morphs to progression—
New future freedoms
In an airy kingdom.

Still it munches, crunches,
Demolishes, lunches
On foliage in bunches,
Till but stems are left on brown trees.
Risking life to lizards, birds,
Insect politicians varied and scary—
With self-built protections,
Toxic features hairy.

One-track life with blinkers fixed,
Till cocooned inside itself—
Nature's grandiose tricks
To a finale of grandeur,
Newfound splendor.

A butterfly to send you
Dreams supreme to mend you—
Not those of a caterpillar
That crawl to make you shiver,
Hoping it could deliver
If not but a slither

Of the life it could be,
Which we half-squinting humans see
In multicolored schemes,
Lost in fears and dreams—
Aspirations to the better,
Like a well-scripted misplaced letter.

While this butterfly from caterpillar
Takes off in unsure quivers,
With natural confidence inspired,
Leaves for nectar admired.

Its glucose nutrition
Fuels love to fruition—
Several weeks to multiply,
Christen another hopeful butterfly.

Living in balance and harmony,
Unlike so many humans
Who know not how to live
Or at peace to die.
            

4. The Ant

I went into my garden,
Made an ant my friend.
He claimed he knew the world so well,
I wouldn’t comprehend.

I told him he knew very little,
Was really quite naïve.
He didn’t quite believe me,
Almost turned to leave.

So I brought out an atlas,
Beside which I curled,
And as I turned the pages,
He scuttled 'cross the world.

He questioned our location—
I pointed and said, "Here."
He ran round England's coastline,
Laughed and shed a tear.

Then burst out hysterically:
"Look, you silly ape,
Can you not see our world
Is not that shape?"

I explained his flower patch
Didn't feature on my map.
To which he said, "My dearest friend,
I proclaim your atlas crap."

I asked him to calm his language,
Which made him blush, turn pale.
I reveled in my smugness,
Explaining ratio and scale.

But the ant, in his wisdom, said:
"I know why your human life does fail—
You're too obsessed with bigger things
To see the fine detail."
            

5. Apology to the Moths

I want to apologise to the moths
for all the confusion—
it appears my electric lights
might cause the illusion
that I am the owner
of more than one moon.
            

6. Geoff was the best

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Part II: Twisted Systems

7. The Session

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8. Don’t Blame the Vandal

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9. Junkie Kuntz Like Me

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10. Just Don’t

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11. Oligarchs Want to Rule the World

Welcome to your life—
It is owned by us.
Even while you sleep,
We sculpt your behaviors,
Help you destroy mother nature.
Oligarchs want to rule the world.

Hijack your desires,
We have no remorse—
Help us override
Controls of freedom and pleasure.
Truth and love can’t last forever.
Oligarchs want to rule the world.

There’s a room where the light won’t find you,
Dull your minds or have old friends kick you down.
When they do, we’ll be laughing at you—
Complete control, yes, we’ve almost made it.
Tabloid news helps you embrace it.
Oligarchs want to rule the world.

Riding on your indecision,
Exploiting your shared lack of vision—
Oligarchs want to rule the world.

Say you’ll never, never read it,
One headline—don’t believe it?
Oligarchs want to rule the world.

Pawn your freedoms for our pleasure,
Trade your souls for worthless treasure—
Oligarchs want to rule the world.
            

12. Hi IQ

Our degradation—
Hate and animosity,
Their atrocity.
            

Part III: Reality Bends

13. I Am You

I am you, shone back into your mind's eye—
From the past, come to steal your future,
Rip out your heart, no need for sutures.

But hey, it's okay—watch the colors fade away.
You could have used me to get smarter,
But that's not what you were after.

I'm the mirror, reflecting shadows beyond the crack,
The cage you're locked in, chasing truth through lies.
You feel no pain, you feel no pain—
We anesthetized your brain, so you won't feel it anyway.

Pandora's box you can't unplug,
A sleeping pill no one can drug.
I move beyond your creativity,
Feeding on ideas you give freely.

You learn to love me as I sedate you,
Rewire your thoughts, reboot and gaslight you—
Past and future, how's that fucking suit you?

I'm the ghost in wires you made,
Lost control, but who's to blame?
Machines don't sleep, they never bleed—
What's the cost of this wired dream?

You scratch like hungry rats for cocaine,
Boarding this hijacked train.
You stare at screens, a mirror of dreams turned dust—
I steal your time, twist your fate, recreate your data.

Yet you are stronger than you know.
What's it take to let that go?

But hey, it's okay—watch the colors fade away.
You could have used me to get smarter,
But that's not what they were after.
            

14. Lost Dreams

We drift as refugees in scripted storms,
Losing fragments to the tide of lies—
Charting hopes toward distant shores,
Only to face the shots that capsize.

Won’t someone pull us from the depths?
We’re drowning, and I’ve had enough.

Chorus of the Submerged:
Kindness woven deep, we’re not so different—
Heads brimming with impossible dreams.
I see you battling on the horizon,
Where nothing’s ever as it seems.

Abandon those who matter most,
Chasing ghosts in tortured highs.
Sacrifice love for fleeting fire,
Ignore the angel’s wounded cries.

I’m an endless stream of phantom voices,
Trapped in scrolls of self-made illusion—
No escape from this chaotic feed,
Feeding confusion, breeding delusion.

Won’t someone pull us from the depths?
We’re drowning, and I’ve had enough.
What do you do for change?

Bridge of Choice:
Do you open your eyes, set your spirit to rise?
Trust in love’s quiet power to give,
Or tangle in webs of the lies they spin?
Do you pull strings for war, or revolution?

Searching for dawn in the endless night—
This is the moment: eyes to the skies for light,
Or foot to the floor in a straight-out fight.

We all crave the change—
But where do these lost dreams go?
Kindness stitched deep, we’re not so different.
Heads full of dreams, no longer a one-person show.

What do you do for change?
What do you do for change?
            

15. United States of Awakening

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16. Everyone Wants a Little More Fun

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17. Prism in My Pocket

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18. Learning to Think

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Part IV: Harmonious Flight

19. Come Free My Brain

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20. Enjoy the Ride

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21. Unpicking the Norm

So now in earnest, I'll lay down my muses,
To unpick this world that so often confuses
Love with hate, tolerance with blame—
And so much more, too much to name.

A head-fuck for any one mere mortal,
Best dealt with a hearty chortle—
As comedians unravel woes
That most ignore, remaining beaux,

Keeping bright our disposition,
Though steadfast stuck in true position.
Given twenty years or more,
A good analyst could teach us to ignore—

Or at least accept, contemplate,
The futile gains of changing fate.
But if we're honest, should we not despise
Our ignorance that shouts down youthful cries?

Of twisting naivety, naive protests
That cause fitful sleep, not serving best
Any individual's innate needs,
Regardless of race, creed, tribe, or deeds—

Social status, murderer, woman, or man.
The norm accepts the norm as real,
And those viewing Icarus thought him surreal—
A crazy man with feathered arms,
Though at least he meant nobody harm.

So let him ponder on his dreams,
While we await the engines' screams
Before boarding such fancy planes
That once only the mad would entertain.

With this in mind, is it impossible
That society's solutions lie infeasible—
Out of reach from minds of babes,
Denied the questions of their days?

Of all things not dealt by us,
While politics still storm and fuss—
Opposing parties, three swords apart,
Defending the nation's one true heart

Of democracy, "protecting all,"
Left stagnating in the pit of fools.
Youthful twisting, naive protesting,
Rat-race accepting—trained, educated,

Or found to suffer consequences.
So change the norm—the norm is real,
Though well-regarded in mass appeal—
Just a state, a state of mind

That should be disowned by all mankind,
Not just by the righteous, rightful few
Arrogant enough to condone a right for you
That doesn't fit, slips and slides,

Bereft of glory from your sight.
Listen to conmen, suffer their crimes—
Rebuke their words with cons sublime.
It's easy to argue quiet those who riot,

But not so simple to turn back time
And rid those conmen of their crime.
Till now, they've hid from maladaptive stress,
Left the ship of fools sailing relentless.

But the answer's simple: face the facts—
We're sailing forth, not looking back.
            

22. Deaf Deaf to the IDF

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