Thursday, 20 April 2017

Start Spreading the Fake.

Truth oh truth
Where for art thou?
Slipping from the lips
Of the bat-winged frau
Not very likely
My comrade-less friend
All tories give over
Is take and bend

Scratching the surface
Of cloudy vision
The mission is corrupt
As is a decision
No finishing line
Will save, nor unite
There's futile fists
A fighter-less fight

Spreading the fake
Like digital cake
Big data creator
Trolls march on
Rile up the libs
And lame the socialists
Tories with stories
Jack-afucking-nories







Thursday, 30 March 2017

Journey


Stumbling blocks for feet
Does not make it neat
The horror of my journey
Carrying your gurney
Up on my weary shoulder
There is a yellow folder
With a marionette boss
Who approved of your loss.

Time to box up all my grief
Go along with the chief 
But the horror eats my heart
Ends every single good start
Wipes the laughing smile
Joy becomes searing bile
It's the end of before
Now there is lack, nothing more.





Monday, 23 February 2015

Introvert


Introvert

A beating drum

Run, run, run
A thumping heart
Need to depart
Separate, disconnect
Skip, hop, jump

Make the quiet come

Jog, sprint, flee
Embrace the stun-gun
Escape and run away
Everywhere, people
Talking at me

Thursday, 26 July 2012

What I Got.

I ain't got nothing much
I just keep thinking
All these words, they keep repeating
Over and over and over and over
I'll think about him
Until I get older

I've run out of words to spare
My mind is blacking out
So many thoughts, a blind fantasy
Obsessional confessions over
I'll think about him
Until I get bolder







Monday, 23 July 2012

For Him, From Her

Hang out your washing my friend
It's a long, old, love, life filled
Picturesque streams
Run away, like the water they are
Promise of literal dreams
Gleam in your eyes
Like candle lit paper stars
To indulge from afar, in your joys
Is the choice in my heart
Since the history that's happening
It's kept us apart
A new start, a sketch of Spain
A smile, a hint, a wondrous thing
From me a sigh, relief, no lie
Happiness. Is an art







Sunday, 29 April 2012

Twenty Lines of Tired


Lethargy eats my memory up
I'm weary and teary
My thoughts have corrupted
Whilst countries have fallen
I tire of swollen, eyelids
Are down by my chin
Any sleep is a punishable sin
An obsession with slumber
Slow and bleary, my head
Cucumber slices upon my eyes
Waking up, constant dread sets
Inside my dreams I sleep
And nap and creep and kip
Such is the continuing drip feed
Minutes of winks I collect
A scrap-book of sleep
By my bed, I am beat
The crisp clean sheets
My pillow covets the cover
Sleep my jilted lover

Friday, 20 April 2012

Up Your Nose

On you go, Mr. Talented
The ever so won-der-ful, Mr. Tally-Ho!
Will you share with us some glow
A drop of sparkly dust
Just to rub off on us
Or does it just go up your nose?
What-oh!

Start Spreading the Fake.

Truth oh truth Where for art thou? Slipping from the lips Of the bat-winged frau Not very likely My comrade-less friend All tories giv...