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
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, November 9, 2009
this day will never end
tick....tock....tick....tock....big....clock....shit....clock....fit....stock....sit....cock....tick....tock....stop-clock
start....stop....fart....pop....dart....cop....part....bop....kart....shop....start....stop..........................
start....stop....fart....pop....dart....cop....part....bop....kart....shop....start....stop..........................
Monday, November 2, 2009
calidus et frigidus
what is a penguin living on the ice
but a cold outer skeleton yet hot on the inside
but a cold outer skeleton yet hot on the inside
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
the playful Djinn
The dark monster looked him in his eyes,
gleaming with vengence and hatred, fear and surprise
"how did he get the upperhand, I was right behind him"
a grimace of a smile, the djinn canvasses his surroundings, scorning it's victim
A precipice in the shadows, to dark for the lowly man to survey
the beast, jovially dips into it's cover, taking it's time with his bait
"where'd it go, why have my eye's not percieved
for I saw it there moments ago", the man did so believe
squinting whilst edging forward, his foot steps on air,
A flinch and a mad waving of arms, keeps his footing, but feels the stare.
Just at this moment, an almighty growl is heard, followed by footsteps of thunder
boulders fall to the ground and break asunder
"What's this, something larger? can't be, what have I stumbled upon,
a hell on earth that no-one has seen or known.
the gigantian traverses towards the human, 10ft steps as fast as lightening
heaves back it's head, and like a pick-axe,
strikes down on the cranium, severing the man's back
meanwhile, giddy little djinn, lunges his hairy arm up from the blackness
grabbing the skeletal beast's pincer and with a sharp heave
pulls the immense beast into the pit of shadows, then pulls itself up to leave.
This, is the story of a playful little orphan genie
gaining it's endorphines from the greedy.
gleaming with vengence and hatred, fear and surprise
"how did he get the upperhand, I was right behind him"
a grimace of a smile, the djinn canvasses his surroundings, scorning it's victim
A precipice in the shadows, to dark for the lowly man to survey
the beast, jovially dips into it's cover, taking it's time with his bait
"where'd it go, why have my eye's not percieved
for I saw it there moments ago", the man did so believe
squinting whilst edging forward, his foot steps on air,
A flinch and a mad waving of arms, keeps his footing, but feels the stare.
Just at this moment, an almighty growl is heard, followed by footsteps of thunder
boulders fall to the ground and break asunder
"What's this, something larger? can't be, what have I stumbled upon,
a hell on earth that no-one has seen or known.
the gigantian traverses towards the human, 10ft steps as fast as lightening
heaves back it's head, and like a pick-axe,
strikes down on the cranium, severing the man's back
meanwhile, giddy little djinn, lunges his hairy arm up from the blackness
grabbing the skeletal beast's pincer and with a sharp heave
pulls the immense beast into the pit of shadows, then pulls itself up to leave.
This, is the story of a playful little orphan genie
gaining it's endorphines from the greedy.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
my beautiful flower
yesterdays shampoo, lingering on the pillow
sleeping well with a nose full of miracles
music softly speaks through the air
as I dream of smelling that hair
the warmth of her side of the bed
is gone from now, but lives on in my head
As I sleep diagonally and yearn
for my sleeping beauty to return
electronic noises wakes me up with a start
and I know, this bed, I must depart
suprisingly easy to get up
I go through and fill my cup
with the sensual smell of caffiene
I reminisce all the beauty that I have seen
continueing this thought in the shower
I think of my beautiful flower
And I know that it'll not be long now
as tonight we will meet, somewhere, somehow
sleeping well with a nose full of miracles
music softly speaks through the air
as I dream of smelling that hair
the warmth of her side of the bed
is gone from now, but lives on in my head
As I sleep diagonally and yearn
for my sleeping beauty to return
electronic noises wakes me up with a start
and I know, this bed, I must depart
suprisingly easy to get up
I go through and fill my cup
with the sensual smell of caffiene
I reminisce all the beauty that I have seen
continueing this thought in the shower
I think of my beautiful flower
And I know that it'll not be long now
as tonight we will meet, somewhere, somehow
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
untitled
waiting in a hole
dark, yet earthy warm
uncomfortably
resting in spate
yet the kids will play
unaware of what's to come
the dragon breaths fire
skin-crackling fun
the beast will swallow whole
our so-called promised god-given freedom
to categorize us into mortar boxes
and moving steel chasis
the norm is this
the norm is that
from our earliest days
brainwashed children of men
there is a way
there is a path
it's hard work
but better than what we have
shackled men in a prison state
slowly tiring the spirit
no glory for the guts
think tanks controlling our wants
sweet sweet smell
freshly cut grass
the sweat on your loved ones neck
their still wet hair
brings you from despair
the world continues it's poisoned attack
but will never hold me back
dark, yet earthy warm
uncomfortably
resting in spate
yet the kids will play
unaware of what's to come
the dragon breaths fire
skin-crackling fun
the beast will swallow whole
our so-called promised god-given freedom
to categorize us into mortar boxes
and moving steel chasis
the norm is this
the norm is that
from our earliest days
brainwashed children of men
there is a way
there is a path
it's hard work
but better than what we have
shackled men in a prison state
slowly tiring the spirit
no glory for the guts
think tanks controlling our wants
sweet sweet smell
freshly cut grass
the sweat on your loved ones neck
their still wet hair
brings you from despair
the world continues it's poisoned attack
but will never hold me back
Thursday, September 3, 2009
ma toit (my first attempt at a poem en Français)
quand, je reste sur ma toit
et le reste, c'est n'importé quoi
j'oublie ma vie et juste rêver
de toutes choses de spiritualité
je reflet, qui je suis
un mec normale, non!
je suis un mec dans désirer et délire
qui aime tout le monde comme moi
mais si tu n'est pas comme ça
tu besoin changer avant tu me comprendre
parce-que, vous avez fermé votre monde
mes yeux est ouvert et clâire
peut-etre un peu contemporaire
et sans ta voile
j'aimé bien mon toit........
et le reste, c'est n'importé quoi
j'oublie ma vie et juste rêver
de toutes choses de spiritualité
je reflet, qui je suis
un mec normale, non!
je suis un mec dans désirer et délire
qui aime tout le monde comme moi
mais si tu n'est pas comme ça
tu besoin changer avant tu me comprendre
parce-que, vous avez fermé votre monde
mes yeux est ouvert et clâire
peut-etre un peu contemporaire
et sans ta voile
j'aimé bien mon toit........
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
twinkle twinkle little man
liberataire, nice with a beard
suggests a sangria for the start, before the beer
taking the glasses, we guzzle them down, and I spill some on my leg
laughing and joking and playing with air, we speak about everything so clear
dark thoughts don't arrive for long, gone into the midst of my sparkler-like head
taking control, and rolling a joe, we go out for a smoke.
I tell funny stories in French, that suprisingly work, she laughs loud and heartedly,
somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, probably just caught the cat.
with a drop of the hat, we return to our table where our awaiting drinks have sat
lonely together on the table of eternity, awaiting the deities to drink their goodness.
lifting the glass to my mouth, I miss, and pour beer over my t-shirt, the old one with the burn holes and the worn down celtic design
no matter, clothes are for the folk who give a damn, give a damn about the people with their minds so closed
religiously up-brought, but never broke free, these chains of the majority, don't hold me.
We get back to my place, and wake up the neighbours, with music so loud, it's literally blaring. Perhaps feeling sorry for themselves as to why they're in bed, after all, it's only4:30am. decide on a film "henry, portrait of a serial killer", and I think to myself, let the fun begin.
finally sleep arives, I take my 1 hour siesta with a smile and go to work, arriving, smiling, follying inside my head, so full yet clear, for what comes next, is getting very near.
I tab a cig from my boss, and drink a strong coffee. cheshire cat smile, never waning.
after a few hours of ectasy I write in blog, and that's it, from this dog.
suggests a sangria for the start, before the beer
taking the glasses, we guzzle them down, and I spill some on my leg
laughing and joking and playing with air, we speak about everything so clear
dark thoughts don't arrive for long, gone into the midst of my sparkler-like head
taking control, and rolling a joe, we go out for a smoke.
I tell funny stories in French, that suprisingly work, she laughs loud and heartedly,
somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, probably just caught the cat.
with a drop of the hat, we return to our table where our awaiting drinks have sat
lonely together on the table of eternity, awaiting the deities to drink their goodness.
lifting the glass to my mouth, I miss, and pour beer over my t-shirt, the old one with the burn holes and the worn down celtic design
no matter, clothes are for the folk who give a damn, give a damn about the people with their minds so closed
religiously up-brought, but never broke free, these chains of the majority, don't hold me.
We get back to my place, and wake up the neighbours, with music so loud, it's literally blaring. Perhaps feeling sorry for themselves as to why they're in bed, after all, it's only4:30am. decide on a film "henry, portrait of a serial killer", and I think to myself, let the fun begin.
finally sleep arives, I take my 1 hour siesta with a smile and go to work, arriving, smiling, follying inside my head, so full yet clear, for what comes next, is getting very near.
I tab a cig from my boss, and drink a strong coffee. cheshire cat smile, never waning.
after a few hours of ectasy I write in blog, and that's it, from this dog.
Monday, July 6, 2009
goddess of grace
dark skinned
fair souled
pouting lips
cheek-boned
brown eye's
upturned nose
straight hair
austere face
fair souled
pouting lips
cheek-boned
brown eye's
upturned nose
straight hair
austere face
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
esmovoirophobia
like an empty vessel in a vault
nothing penetrates or fills
nothing can pierce the solid walls
nothing can seep through the gaps
the vessel sits alone
clear of the obstacles that make life real
clear of thoughts that bring pain and joy
clear of everything that is this place
searching for something
someone who could break through
someone who can walk through the baricade
someone whose soul will fill the urn
along comes the pain with a burn
but as well as the joy with which to learn
that all empty vessels will one day be filled
like an empty pen being refilled
the vault, still strong and stubborn
can't be solid forever
all walls must break
and with it comes change
like the beauty of a flower
metaphorical genitalia
we must break through
esmovoirophobia
nothing penetrates or fills
nothing can pierce the solid walls
nothing can seep through the gaps
the vessel sits alone
clear of the obstacles that make life real
clear of thoughts that bring pain and joy
clear of everything that is this place
searching for something
someone who could break through
someone who can walk through the baricade
someone whose soul will fill the urn
along comes the pain with a burn
but as well as the joy with which to learn
that all empty vessels will one day be filled
like an empty pen being refilled
the vault, still strong and stubborn
can't be solid forever
all walls must break
and with it comes change
like the beauty of a flower
metaphorical genitalia
we must break through
esmovoirophobia
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I'm an git, and deserve it.
I'm not a handsome man but I know what I despise
and thats a face where you can't tell the spots for the eyes
acné is a problem I've never been plagued with
but I feel sorry for the girls with this unwanted gift
the skin doesn't have to be pure, soft or flawless
just clear enough for the facial expressions to be distinguished
so if you're one of those
with a horn on your nose
then I'm afraid it's not meant to be
for you'll never get with me
I'm not saying that you should not bother and just lay about at home
and I don't mean that you can not be pretty without the use of a brush or a comb
all I mean to say is that my tastes are above and beyond that
of the men who don't care how loud is the splat
on the bathroom mirror when each and everytime you go
out comes a milky puss and down the glass it would flow
So if I see you in a bar
and you look good from afar
and if I come near
I'll need a lot of beer
I have ginger hair and a beer belly
I have freckles and can be quite smelly
my eyes are red from watching so much telly
and I use petroleum jelly
but I know what I am, so don't look down at me
for I can live fast and die free
knowing that none of the notches on my bedpost
were riddled with bacteria for which you were the host
sorry ladies, look elsewhere
for someone who cares
cos I don't want oily skin
when I kiss you on your chin
and thats a face where you can't tell the spots for the eyes
acné is a problem I've never been plagued with
but I feel sorry for the girls with this unwanted gift
the skin doesn't have to be pure, soft or flawless
just clear enough for the facial expressions to be distinguished
so if you're one of those
with a horn on your nose
then I'm afraid it's not meant to be
for you'll never get with me
I'm not saying that you should not bother and just lay about at home
and I don't mean that you can not be pretty without the use of a brush or a comb
all I mean to say is that my tastes are above and beyond that
of the men who don't care how loud is the splat
on the bathroom mirror when each and everytime you go
out comes a milky puss and down the glass it would flow
So if I see you in a bar
and you look good from afar
and if I come near
I'll need a lot of beer
I have ginger hair and a beer belly
I have freckles and can be quite smelly
my eyes are red from watching so much telly
and I use petroleum jelly
but I know what I am, so don't look down at me
for I can live fast and die free
knowing that none of the notches on my bedpost
were riddled with bacteria for which you were the host
sorry ladies, look elsewhere
for someone who cares
cos I don't want oily skin
when I kiss you on your chin
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
onomatopoeia
ding dong goes the doorbell
but I can't hear it
ring ring goes my mobile
but I can only feel it
bbzzzz is the annoying fly
that catches my eye
thwat is my hand
that flattens the nat
squeek squeek goes the friendly mouse
unaware of it's future
squawk goes the owl about to feed it's house
the mouse now needs a suture
vroom vroom goes the angry drivers
destined to be 30 seconds late
zoom zoom goes the mo-ped cyclists
unaware that theres a brake
woop woop it's a tuesday
the worst day of the week
bleep bleep what does my head say
it tells me I'm a freak
but I can't hear it
ring ring goes my mobile
but I can only feel it
bbzzzz is the annoying fly
that catches my eye
thwat is my hand
that flattens the nat
squeek squeek goes the friendly mouse
unaware of it's future
squawk goes the owl about to feed it's house
the mouse now needs a suture
vroom vroom goes the angry drivers
destined to be 30 seconds late
zoom zoom goes the mo-ped cyclists
unaware that theres a brake
woop woop it's a tuesday
the worst day of the week
bleep bleep what does my head say
it tells me I'm a freak
Friday, January 23, 2009
I've got friends
I've a friend whos dad just hurt his head
I've got a friend whose father is dead
I've got a friend who's as light as a feather
I've got a friend who's a lot heavier
I've got a friend who is really hot
I've got a friend who is really not
I've got a friend who's 6"6 tall
I've got a friend who's really small
I've got a friend with good advice
I've got a friend who doesn't suffice
I've got a friend who likes to drink
I've got a friend who likes to think
I've got a friend who is the best
I've got a friend below all the rest
I've got a friend who likes to talk
I've got a friend who prefers to walk
I've got a friend that's always late
I've got a friend who needs a date
I've got many friends of all shapes and sizes
I've got friends in all kinds of guises
I've got friends
some give me the bends
I've got friends
some make amends
All of my friends
I'll always defend
I've got friends
I've got friends
I've got friends
if you don't, get some friends
That's what I recommend
I've got a friend whose father is dead
I've got a friend who's as light as a feather
I've got a friend who's a lot heavier
I've got a friend who is really hot
I've got a friend who is really not
I've got a friend who's 6"6 tall
I've got a friend who's really small
I've got a friend with good advice
I've got a friend who doesn't suffice
I've got a friend who likes to drink
I've got a friend who likes to think
I've got a friend who is the best
I've got a friend below all the rest
I've got a friend who likes to talk
I've got a friend who prefers to walk
I've got a friend that's always late
I've got a friend who needs a date
I've got many friends of all shapes and sizes
I've got friends in all kinds of guises
I've got friends
some give me the bends
I've got friends
some make amends
All of my friends
I'll always defend
I've got friends
I've got friends
I've got friends
if you don't, get some friends
That's what I recommend
parting roads
we met at the cross-roads of life
which would be the start
for all the things to come from the heart
but this was just a moment in destiny
for that's where the path started to part
two ways to get to the same place
over time, picking up pace
we crashed and burned, fell into a daze
That was when I wish I prophesized
the knowledge I've just now realised
that all the things I gave from the start
were not only from the heart
as now I'm nothing without my insides
the same place we could've gone
if we were to have belonged
but lo, it twisted and pronged
this vacuum feeling of despair
the faults off too much care
are alleviated with social gatherings
and the short lived peace they bring
is too little to late to be fair
lonely, estranged and forsaken
down, desolate and destitute
uncherished, secluded and single
many words, same feeling
I walk a lonely road
through the rough journey ahead
I will find my abode
and my sadness will then be gladness
which would be the start
for all the things to come from the heart
but this was just a moment in destiny
for that's where the path started to part
two ways to get to the same place
over time, picking up pace
we crashed and burned, fell into a daze
That was when I wish I prophesized
the knowledge I've just now realised
that all the things I gave from the start
were not only from the heart
as now I'm nothing without my insides
the same place we could've gone
if we were to have belonged
but lo, it twisted and pronged
this vacuum feeling of despair
the faults off too much care
are alleviated with social gatherings
and the short lived peace they bring
is too little to late to be fair
lonely, estranged and forsaken
down, desolate and destitute
uncherished, secluded and single
many words, same feeling
I walk a lonely road
through the rough journey ahead
I will find my abode
and my sadness will then be gladness
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