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November 28, 2017

2008 - 2017
Collected poems by Ben Palmer






Two sad types of girl I see

When I walk around

One's afraid of what I'd say

Her eyes fixate the ground

The other has her nose turned up

And something up her.... back

'How dare he think he stands a chance'

When all I did was glance

Don't get me wrong I sympathise

With women and their plight

Some guys need a lesson taught

Chivalry's declined

Damned if we do or if we don't

The world's an ugly place

So dress up nice and pay the price

Or shoot him in the face.



Why can't I have fun
Why can't I feel right
Why can't I put up a fight
Without the compromise

Always take the flack
Never did no wrong
There's no way to let it go
No party drug or song

On the surface, signs of wear
But forced down in my brain
There's a storm, a nightmare thrashing
Clawing to stay sane

No really understands 
Or they can't be fucked
I can't wait to throw my weight
Around, control is tough.





God ain't gona save you

Just look at history

How many more prophesies

Must pass before you see?


Maybe he's a bigot

Or he isn't there

Bones worship false idols now

Life's too short to care


God ain't gona help you

I've seen too much misery

Why should I pay for the sins

Of anyone but me?


Maybe he's ashamed of us

Or he's unaware

Maybe he laughs at our pain

Or fidgets in despair


God ain't gona back you up

Sort it out yourself

Enlightenment's a paradox

You won't be saved by wealth


Nuns hide up in convents

Monks high in monasteries

Bar the gates from earthly hate

And die there peacefully


God ain't gona save you

That sadist doesn't care

How much more injustice

Must we face under his glare


God ain't gona help you out

He doesn't wish you well

Or he isn't there at all

No heaven or hell

'Til I see some justice

I won't live under a spell

All this pain and suffering

But why I cannot tell.



Exiled alone from your arms I'll be cast
Curious I'll roam cursed wonders laid sparse
And there I'll wait gravely
'Til love saves us, maybe

I'd leave for you gladly
It suits us, that, sadly

If but for a day, that could suffice
A day, just us, in paradise
We'll travel so far it'll go too fast
I'll keep you here and we'll pray that it lasts

So when our night comes looming vast
We'll hold on tight but the shadow's cast
You'll fade into a ragged past
Enslaved we'll crave when death do us part.



I don't want to interact
I just want to hide
I don't need your optimism
Too much to confide

I can't bear to look around
Or to shut my eyes
I can't get no satisfaction
'Til my fist collides

I don't want to be a part
Of this thing or the next
Overload of dots in my head
I cannot connect

I can't dare to open up
I can't dig inside
The only way I feel ok
Is when my fist collides

Try with all my might to hide
The rage, the, rage
Dread the day that they unlock
The cage, the, cage

Wish I had no fucking morals
Sick of self control
Pour my pain into the drain
Until it volcanoes
Someone find the guts to push me
Right up to the edge
Praying to be ambushed
And go through their fucking head

I can't get no treatment
For the things that I despise
I can't get no satisfaction
'Til my fist collides.



I thought the world had turned around
Set up for a fall
Betrayal struck me like lightning
Trapped by loves four burning walls

Didn't see it coming, weakened,
Didn't stand a chance
Malevolent in tender form
A dagger, cloaked, advanced

Gave my life away to them
For nothing in return
Cannot fight and cannot cry
And nothing to be learned

Crave to tell somebody
How I'm clawed apart inside
But now I can't trust anybody
So I stay confined

I heard all about the snakes of love
But couldn't see
Now the venom's agonising
Scarred internally

Time mends all, if you can last,
And holds no fruit to bare
Now I've found myself alone
We used to be a pair

Betrayal struck me like lightning
But I still wish they were there
Scarred eternally, love cursed me
To live in despair.​



You didn't want me anymore
So I just walked right out that door
I played the game right from the start
I trust you, you use me,
Now my life's all torn apart.

I don't know what's happening
My head is all torn inside
People say I'm heavy
They don't know what I hide. 

I'm not cool, I'm not friendly
Don't talk to me
There's a war in my head
And you're my enemy. 

Shoot, stab, strangle, beat and crucify
These are the five rules of the jungle
That I live by
You locked me up
Imprisoned on the inside
I believe in eye for an eye. 

My war, you're one of them
You say, that you're my friend
But you're one of them.

So I'm sailing, I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, SAIL ON.



Xenophobic rage
No matter how you try
You can't bear to face the facts
But love can never die

Die when you die
When you die
You're gona die

Heroes fought for Freedom
Not the flag you fly
In their graves their turning
While fascism's alive

Die when you die
When you die
You're gona die

I talked to a bitch
But she was a guy
I fell for a man
And we said you're gona die

Die when you die
When you die
You're gona die

Fascism's a cancer
So go and fucking die
Point your finger spread the blame
It's fear that rules your lives

Die when you die
When you die
You're gona die




Couldn't be more sick of it
Haggard from the grind
Tessellated sacks of shit
I always seem to find

Rage surges through me thundering
Internally so loud
A nail bomb wincing in the crowd
With no pin to pull out

Can't find solace in this place
Where tribes inbred all boast
Walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd cut both our throats

Don't know how long I can last
Trying to be a saint
Before these cowards, queens and fakes
All burn me at the stake

No more bribes to ration out
No corner in my mind
Superficial barrage
Burned my bridge back to mankind

Couldn't be more sick of them
No teeth left to grind
Couldn't be more sick of all
These cunts in life I find.



He'll hang his nose over your wall
And either side a set of claws
The sentry tower sounds its call
No barricade too strong or tall
Crushing rubble with his tracks
Smoke billows from his turret BLACK
Flames and shrapnel lust for more
War on tour.



Woe betide our hearts m'boy
No matter how we strive
A graceful shameless leap love takes
Into the void we dive

Behold her glory, as the last,
Ancient napalm spell has cast
Your rationale beyond reprieve
Her heart's a knot we can't conceive
Unravelling to form thrice fold
The oldest scroll of mankind told
And bittersweet gigantic leap
Into the jaws of Venus

Grown you are and wise to tell
Such yearning runs too deep to quell
You once were craved but now repel
Relive that lesson borne of hell

Woe betide our hearts m'boy
It bends the scale at odds with joy
Final weapon she deploys
Black hex emotion
Darker than coy.



A lion wound up in a lab
Where pin pricks bore into a stab
His roaring soul drowned to a sound
Once fierce but now an aching howl

Before times lashed him to the ground
With pride he'd roam and prowl.

Survive, provide and hide the scowl
All stoic hunters shall fall foul
When evolution leaves behind
The haunting instincts in their mind.



Not a fucking penny, not a fucking cent
Don't come to me for sympathy
When all your money's spent

Compete with complete strangers
But you hate each others guts
Kill your brain & seek approval
Till it turns to fucking mush

Don't ever use your morals
It will drive you fucking nuts
Project your insecurities
I've got you cowards sussed

Not a pretty penny, not a lousy cent
Someone's gona bail you out
So piss up all the rent

Numb your senses with pretences
Force your head into the sand
Fill the void with ego, apathy & contraband

Peer pressure burned your pockets through
The weekend's such a blast
Enjoy the ride you fucking snide
And don't learn from the past

Not a pretty penny, not a lousy pound
Laugh it up while you still can
'Till no one is around

Bet your bottom dollar
Because life's too short to think
But reasons aren't excuses
When you've pushed it to the brink

Not a fucking penny, not a fucking pound
Don't come to me to pay your fee
When karma comes around.



You'd call me scum
A dirty stray
Who sneers at night
And dreads the day
There ain't a god to whom I'd pray
I'm bound for hell
Won't change my ways
No I can't sing
Nor can I play
I'd get more girls if I were gay
A seething, worthless, callous cunt
My humour's lost
My wit's gone blunt
Still got some looks
But stink like fuck
There ain't a fist that I would duck
So when you see me
Dont say "Hey!"
Because my mind's in disarray
I wander like a fucking ghost
Somewhere, alone, I'll make a toast:
Though my soul began to rot
I won't lose hope it's all I got.



||||||||||||||||||||||||| Serpents curling in a ditch |||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||| Caverns carved by carnal itch |||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||| Under the hood, piston surges |||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||| Visor down for molten purges |||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Searing solar constrictor furling ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Carving lunar caverns |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||||||||||||| Heightened senses up to spec ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Needles climbing on the dash |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Claws tearing at tights |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Climbing ladders to cockpit |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Stars collapsing in the night |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Deafening sounds, static, feedback |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Under a flap the launch button contracts |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Fingers poised, T-minus |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Poisoned by urges, Standby |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Hydraulic hot rod roars |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Solar arc surges |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Engage! |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Deploy landing claws |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Terra firma down on all fours |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lunar caverns. More. More! |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Readings soar ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||||||||||||| Feedback, static |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Pneumatics roar |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Hot, Rod, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Racy, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Scaly, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Tearing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Clawing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Constricting, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Scrambling, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Under the hood, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Under the stars- collapsing- in the woods |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Squirming in a ditch, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Gnawing at the carnal itch, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Ancient, hazy, gauges twitch, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Dials leap up on the dash, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Pull up! Bail out! |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| We’re gonna crash! |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Barking, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Sobbing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Solar arcing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Throbbing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Hydro churning, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Backs arching, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Thighs burning, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Pulsing, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Skies hurling comets, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Red, Hot, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Please, DON'T, stop! |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Supersonic, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Embryonic, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Non-platonic, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Plutonium propulsion, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Convulsions, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Trajectory, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Soviet lead pencil vasectomy, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Zero gravity depravity, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Nebulous worm hole, ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Black hole germ hole, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Cryogenic, Glacial, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Interracial Spacial Facial! ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||||||||| “The one priceless moment, in the whole history of man, ||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| all the people, on this Earth, are Truly One” |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Molten urges, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Solar surges, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Lunar lava, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Cavern carver, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Luke- How’s your father? |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Intergalactic inyourendo, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Interplanetary palaver, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Raise the flag, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Post shag fag, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Cum-in-cuntrol, |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Houston, we have contact. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||Roger that. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||


Words: Ben Palmer
Photo: Ben Palmer

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