Finding fat fleas
dirty dog disease
Scrappy’s summertime scratch
makes me mad.
well, today i posted my 50th poem or blog, whichever you prefer.
There are still some snippets for me to release as per usual but now that i’ve weathered a month or two, i can feel my blog tastebuds maturing.
i’ve been writing for over fifteen years (sometimes more often than others), usually with some fascinating music in the background. Music is magic.
Tommy Emmanuel, Pink Floyd, Rush, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, The Exploited. Led Zep.
JJ Cale, John Lee Hooker, Cream, seasick Steve, William Elliot Whitmore, The Doors.
even Hari Krsna chanting if i’m in the mood.
Ganja helps me write, and a lack of it helps me write.
Mary Jane i love
She sings to my broken heart
Addiction aint smart.
i used to have ideas of being a songwriter, seems silly now, my lyrics are hardly mainstream and would probably only suit progressive rock music.
instead i realised that poetry for the sake of poetry isn’t a bad thing if done correctly.
my friends would hardly agree and i can understand why. maybe its my gemini moon 🙂 maybe i smoke too much hehehehehe
i hate religion. everyone does gods will whilst serving their own wants. i’m a hypocrite but at least i’m a failure according to my own belief, not someone elses.
i love Faith. believing in something even when there is no proof.
i believe in Krishna or krsna, just another name for God, to be honest i dont care what his name is, he feels right.
i asked a Witness if my dog had a soul and she said no.
i cannot believe that some creatures are better than others, whether cow or horse or man or insect.
really i should be vegetarian but i accept my karma with a begrudging nod of the head, my life as an englishman isn’t so bad. i’ll probably have to reclimb the rebirth ladder hehehe
but that’s why my soul is here, it saw the beauty of God’s evolving creation and wanted to partake,
i would write about science but i’m just a failed geek and too stoned to remember things, but i think Quantum physics is pretty cool, i can watch hours of Michio Kaku and Brian Cox.
Once again, thank you guys n girls for reading my errant thoughts.
My dog Floyd
is a good ol’ boy,
always does as i say
in his own little way.
my four legged friend.
may we meet again.
was it painful in the end?
i wonder where you are now
up in the sky or under this cloud
would you recognise me in a crowd?
the wheel of life, it carries on
memories of you, they still surge strong.
i didn’t know what i had till you were gone.
Floyd 1998-2010 May He Rest In Peace
Photography by myself.
went for a walk within the wood
it was getting dark early
i knew it would
i sparked my smoke n flicked the match
into the pond where it couldn’ catch
call the dog before he’s lost
smell the air of mouldy moss
trying to find a comfy site to
pitch a tent n spend the night
here’s the perfect place
outta sight man, outta sight
a cosy little space
hidden from the human race
Photo: Floyd by Gary L Brown.
i took a trip
from here to there
first by ship
then by air
to see a man
about a dog
first i ran
and then i walk’d
i saw the dog
about a bone
though he told me
to get my own
“It’s a dog day.” Said the rat
As he was cornered by the cat.
“Yeah, the mutt’s nuts.” Spoke the cat
As he licked his lips with a smack.
“I’ll make you a deal!” Squeaked the rat with a squeal
“All the King’s mice in trade for my life”.
And the cat’s eyes were wise for he saw through the rat’s lies.
“But the mice are all mine
And have committed no crime.”
(Said the feline.)
“Yet neither have I so why should I die?”
Spat the rat with a cry.
“You pissed in the grain causing much pain
Whilst riding the comfortable gravy train!”
The rat took a step back and CRACK went the trap.
Breaking the rats back.
The cat left the rat and went looking for the mice
For, he thought,
They taste so nice.