you are not gone, you have transformed, you are in the collective conscience and hounding me from all around. I did not mean for this to happen, I was naive to your wants, please forgive us and our homosapian selfishness, we should not dabble in what we don't know, yet we continue, and we try again, gaining knowledge as we do, but it is negligable to that which your species holds, please don't fight me, join me in spirit, fuse with me and enlighten me, you and all the others before you; show me love and turn me from hatred even though I deserve to feel the fear you felt, please, please, forgive this lost soul, forgive it and take from it. you are dearly missed.

pipe

HHHhhhhmmmm, I was just having a ciggy ootside and everynow and then, I think about smoking a pipe instead. I think there is something classy about pipe smoking and not only that, but the smell of pipe tobacco is adorable. My only concern would be for my teeth in the long run, but whose to say that I'd smoke it for the rest of my life oneyhoo. Talking of teeth, I bit my tongue piercing again yesterday, luckily never chipped my tooth like I did when I was in the UK,, but afterwards, I decided to remove it. I've had my tongue piercing for about 5/6 years now, and the hole doesn't close up fully for a long time, once I didn't use use it for over a year but I was still able to stick it through, so, if I change my mind, I can. For now, at least, I'm going to keep it out and will try to get to a dentist relatively shorlty for my bi-yearly (I say bi, more like my quad-yearly) check-up. Probably get another couple of fillings aswell as the elongation of my eye teeth, sharpened to a point for easy nibbling. (just kidding L.Muck).
Will be buying a bed of my boss, for next to nothing (just the frame) and will get it in March, as I can't afford to buy a matress until then anyway. For the past 7 months, I'm just been using my sofa bed, and it's just not the same.
Will be giving a presentation at our tri-monthly work meeting tomorrow, only 15 mins long, I have knowledge on the subject, so that doesn't bother me, however, I hope the peeple will understand my broken French. I gain confidence from speaking to Van all the time, but then again, her ear is used to my version of the french language. :p
well, hi ho hi ho, of to lunch I go. ciao

she

she who can smile yet cry from joy
she who is loud but then so coy
she who can scream without knowing reason
she who sleeps in the winter season
will awake to the air of spring
cold heart with a warm awakening
she who is most everything to me
is the only one who can really see

here they weren't

head tried, sorted lifes remains
dead tired, conformists in drains
bread fried, toasted in vein
said goodbye, to the deity

opened eyes, to see the burned
heard lies, truth is earned
closed ties, to whom I yearned
no goodbyes, coz here they weren't

time has come

The time has come, to stand tall and firm
to defend your rights and not just those imposed upon you
feel the animal inside you
hear what it tells you
for we are but beasts with a burden
This is not the land of the free
and we are enemies
but for now, we must form a coalition
and fight the injustices forced upon us
we must stand tall and firm and form a wall of mental unity
we must stand tall and firm and break their rules of conformity
we shall win, we shall be the victors, we will be free
If I was to help an old lady with her gardening, in exchange for room and board
could this be seen as freedom from money
If I was to exchange my skills for nourishment,
could I not reach a state of ectasy.
If I was to steal electronic equipment and swap it for other stolen property
Would I truly be seen as a thief, in the eye's of the needy
you rich people with no problems of money,
live in a prison just like me, the only difference is, you get more "outside" days
the middle class with there large house and family, comfortable car and insurance bills
you are also in this prison, perhaps in the b-wing of conformists, but you are there
and finally, us, those of you who struggle to finish the month with a penny because you choose an honest life by working and giving 60% of your salary to the governing body,
we
are
the prisoners building the metaphorical railways for the toffs.
We are the ones ploughing the metaphorical fields for the wanna be's
we strive, work hard and yet find time to enjoy life
yet when all's said and done, we go back to our dive
we drink a bottle of rum to free our emotions
the ones we're not allowed to have in this distopian hive
our voice is heard, but we are not loud enough
like hearing a crying infant in a room and closing the door,
the screams will still be heard, but the child is ignored
those of you who feel like us, revolt
those of you who stand tall and firm, revolt
tear down the government buildings brick by brick
tear down religious safe havens, brick by brick
demolish the prisons, brick by brick
replace this society, bit by bit, piece by piece, revolt
we will live in a better day,
but by then, the world will have decayed
we'll be left to pick up the pieces
but believe me when I say
the rich will be helping
the middle class will be there with wheelbarrows
we will all be equal, we will start again
no religion, clerics will disappear
no governing bodies, they go in fear
a bowl of oats for a glass of beer
an hours labour in exchange of lunch
no currency, melt it down, forge it into something useful.
and pray that this society, however pitiful
gets no pity from us, when the great barriers fall.
so join me, hold my hand, stand Firm and stand Tall.

nowhere to go

like a field ploughed then sown, only to be covered with concrete
or an egg laid by a chicken only to be eaten
like a tunnel leading to a dead end
or a rocket that explodes whilst exiting the atmosphere
like an oxygen chambre with one breath of oxygen
or a drop of water for a fish
A second may just be a second, but without them, there are no minutes.
there are things that pass so quickly, yet will live on in the heart forever.
one day, that concrete will break, and the life from below will shine through,
one day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes.....86400 seconds. Time will heal, time will bear again.

this day will never end

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