Rama of Dharma
King of Karma
i’m feeling a bit calmer
Breathe slow like Brahma
or Krishna the charmer
The Sole Soul Farmer.
the seed stealer
demon, semen drinker
try not to watch her
don’t say i didn’t warn ya.
under the cover lover.
mouthful of member.
brown eyes afire with teeth that bite
is it worth a look if i die?
barely i escape with my life.
the sun shining down
my motorbike is still hot
soon to collect our daughter
from the warm weekend
and be an adult again
depression is messing with the semblance of my self.
hiding instead of confiding isn’t good for one’s health.
maintaining a sane face for the sake of a taste.
apathy pulls on me, won’t let me be free to feel.
dealing with feelings, smoking them out,
if you fancy a chong-a-long then gimme a shout.
take turns to roll one until it’s all gone
and re-tune the guitar, let’s practice our song
because “Baby I’m A Hero”. (Me n G)
is what get’s me through
this urban jungle that feels like a zoo
where the hyenas are high up; lookin’ down on us fools.
not just me but you too unless you are one of their few.
“Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today…
I’m alright Jack, keep your hand off my stack.” (Pink Floyd)
“Fire, and water, musta made you their daughter,
you’ve got what it takes, to make a poor man’s heart break.” (Free)
i’m reminded of the rhyme that Jack sang so sublime;
“I’m so glad, i’m so glad, i’m glad, i’m glad, i’m glad.
i dunno what to do, i dunno what to do, i don’t know what to do.
i’m tired of weeping, tired of moaning, tired of crying for you.
i’m so glad, i’m so glad, i’m glad i’m glad i’m glad.” (Cream)
Youtube; Cat stevens Hard Headed Woman and How Can I Tell You.
The Problem With Poetry
is that the last 100 years has provided more great poetry than any other time,
the seeds of antiquity have flourished during living memory.
some times what i want to say has already been said, with far more punch or eloquence than i could ever hope to muster.
Youtube Cat Stevens Here Comes My Baby and Datsuns You Build Me Up
the battle of Mynydd Badon…
how and where did it happen?
nothing is for certain hidden behind history’s curtain.
was there a champion from the Cambrian mountains?
Pridwen on his left arm, Rhongomyniad by his right.
Caledfwlch in its scabbard, did they nurture Artur’s might?
had he really hewn 960 saxons before the fall of night?
i am a sheep dressed up as a wolf in an other sheep’s fleece
that i may walk my field in peace.
the flock mock my smock that keeps me safe.
the wolves drool and yet keep their cool thinking i am of their school.
the sheep bleat their disbelief as the cruel wolves leave me be.
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