kill them with kindness
instead of mindless violence
i think we’re all getting tired
of finding crying orphans.
kill them with kindness
instead of mindless violence
i think we’re all getting tired
of finding crying orphans.
it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.
I’m a sheep.
Hear me bleat.
Shear my fleece
Cos bein a sheep aint cheap.
Take my wool.
Three bags full.
You must think me a fool
Yet ’tis i who stands tall.
I’m no shabby-chic sheep
That goes weak at the knees,
Asking to be fleeced.
Controlled consumer disease.
Oppressed and repressed.
Celebrities side track us
While i watch society rust
Though i confess
That i have faith in us
To rise and uprise
Through counsel of the truly wise.
To show true humanity and humility.
To resolve to evolve.
Looking for liberation.
Am i naive to believe
It could be so easy
As to break on through
To the Otherside
Of Love and Light
And the Eternal Mind?
Lyrics and photography by my own amateur hand.
whaddo i want?
i wanna be an adult when i grow up.
when do i wannit?
when i wake up.
well, give me half an hour
to open my eyes
and prise myself from where i lie.
whaddo i want?
jus’ to plod along
and write rubbish rhymes and songs.
to smoke spliffs but not bongs.
i don’t want much.
jus’ more than i’m due.
sitting here stoned i appear confused.
peppered with apathy this pathetic poet.
a pathetic poet
a prophetic poet this beast of a false priest of his own fleeced flock.
i know what we are and are not.
we are here for fun
where there are highs there are lows
my soul is stupid.
it knows what to do.
find the middle line there’s so much to lose.
everything to gain if i play the game of the sane.
i saw a poster on facebook concerning gay marriage and feel like writing my heterosexual thoughts.
starting with the argument of whether homosexuality is natural or not.
it must be natural for two reasons;
firstly, if a species over-populates an area, the nature of our planet (known as Mother Nature) is to regulate the population through a variety of means, whether through natural disaster, disease or through less babies being made etc.
the more gays and lesbians there are, surely the less babies will be made. i believe this is partly how nature works.
yes there seems to be more gays in the human species than any other but then we have damaged the planet more than any other species. so i believe this is partly a way that our planet keeps us in balance.
secondly; and more obvious to me; the fact that every creature on this planet is natural except for Dolly The Sheep that was cloned using modern DNA techniques.
so besides clones in laboratories, every single living creature was born of its parent in a natural fashion. therefore every single creature alive is natural, whether gay or not.
i saw another poster that says “every gay and lesbian was born of straight parents.” which must be true to a certain extent. they may have had homosexual feelings but were hetero enough to become aroused and make the gay baby 🙂
i must admit that the sight of two men kissing turns my stomach but i wouldn’t begrudge them their marriage. (why don’t i mind lesbians kissing?)
now from a spiritual viewpoint.
what if upon dying, we are reborn according to our past actions and desires? what if our past actions and desires don’t quite ‘marry up’?
a soul may be reborn bodily and yet not ‘fit its skin’ so to speak. may not feel comfy in its skin, hence there are men who think of themselves as women, women who feel like they are men.
(damn, what if schizophrenics have two souls inhabiting the one body? scary thought!)
i would like to mis-quote Jim Jeffries so i will 🙂
“if you don’t like gay marriage, don’t marry a gay.”
i haven’t always thought like this but then i’ve learnt alot during my soul searching on the subject of nature in its many contexts.
i’ve been nominated for a sunshine award. hehehehehe let me go find my smile, i put it down earlier and misplaced it.
to be honest i’ve been nominated for a few other awards from some great people including Vic and Mike and Sista (sorry if i’ve forgotten anyone).
Let me start by sharing with you those that make me smile;
Amy, wacky stories of normal events 🙂
Vic, always uplifting and thoughtful
Sis, you make me smile, reminding me of friends nearby
Mike, always got something nice to say to me and very clever with his words.
GreenMackenzie, such beautiful photography and sentiments to match.
Tyrone Tribulations a parody of Irish life,
what i love of the Irish is their love of self spoofing humour 🙂
Diary of David Cameron (spoof) hehehehehe
Hernan, he’s not afraid to say what he thinks, which is always interesting in an Irvine Welsh kind of way 🙂 a true ray of sunshine in an otherwise shitty world 🙂
Extinction Protocol, media that matters, not media that flatters
Mikial, a fountain of true knowledge and true humility 🙂
i realise these might not be their blog names but it’s 4am (5am now) and my eyes are burning 🙂 you can find them in my ‘favourite blogs’ area or ‘recent poetry that i’ve liked’ area, or find them chatting in my comments area 🙂
please forgive me guys, i do love ya work and you all make me smile. 😀
i almost always side with the Underdog in many situations. Every dog has his day. or so the saying goes.
i live day by day, which reminds me, i must buy toilet roll tomorrow, i went shops twice today and forgot both times.
although i’m fairly shy, i’m also quite outspoken, quite often speaking before i collect my thoughts, which can take a while.
i’m fairly forgetful. i can remember all the twists in a great book (thinking of The Ghosts Of Sleath) yet i can’t remember what topic i was discussing five minutes ago, hence i digress a lot, which annoys some people.
i love the smell of cut grass in the rain. on the flipside, i hate the smell of rain in a built up area.
i like to go jogging as long as it’s spontaneous, if i think about it beforehand i seem to falter a lot sooner.
i’m not very good at hiding feelings or thought processes, if i’m sad or angry or frustrated; you’ll notice by my silence or involuntary expressions.
i dwell on things too much. God, love, sorrow, debt, the nature of life, fate etc et al. it’s 2:16am and i’ve got a tonne of nothing and everything on my mind 🙂 (editors note, damn it’s almost 5 now)
rarely do i complete any personal task before starting another. the walls are 3/4 painted, the washing up is Almost done, and so on 🙂
i like to surprise myself, like doing barwork in a shitty suburb or cycling over two hundred miles to the coast and back, just to see if i can.
“this country mouse aint no city slicker, the long way round always feels quicker, i’ve cycled the miles and walked on by, never did learn to drive, smoke a spliff and we’ll get high.”
What is the first thing you do as soon as you wake up in the morning?
usually i call my daughter across the hall to wake up 🙂 i get up ten mins later 🙂
What is your greatest fear?
i can’t decide. maybe being reborn to go through life another countless times? or public ridicule? or that my daughter would be hurt by my actions.
Do you have a new years resolution for 2014?
nope. i hate being told what to do 🙂 for that reason alone i make no resolution 🙂 if something was that important, i wouldn’ wait until January to start.
What is your favorite song at the moment?
I Don’t Worry About It by The Meteors.
and Death Dance by the same band.
they contrast with each other i think because one is so brash and the other is quite a thoughtful story.
What is your favourite childhood memory?
visiting my Great Nan near Wales or my stepdad sharing naughty songs with us (such as Kevin Bloody Wilson, Judge Dread etc. if a song was in an advert, my stepdad would know alternative lyrics such as “it wasn’t the grass that tickled your arse, it was my finger, it wasn’t the hay that made you that way it was my penis, magic….moments…when two hearts are (forgot nex’ bit).
Facebook or Twitter?
Facebook, i don’t have a twit account. i use facebook for chatting with close friends and sharing music that nobody wants to listen to 🙂
What did the last text message you received say?
let’s just say it was rated 18+ and it put a smile on my face 😉
What bugs you the most?
politics, me, fleas, walking slowly, people being taken advantage of; i can’t decide.
What do you consider to be the most important appliance in your house?
cooker and freezer, without these things a home is just a brick cave that you can’t cook inside of. washing machine because i’m a parent.
If you could have one song that would play whenever you entered a room, what would it be?
Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Pink Floyd) in the bathroom.
Buster Voodoo or Diablo Rojo (Rodrigo y Gabriela) in the kitchen
Your Touch or Tighten Up or Howling For You (Black Keys) in the bedroom
The Last Bus to Sanity or The Phantom Rider (The Meteors) in the living room.
i’ve never had a favourite song, it depends what mood i’m in so i’ve chosen songs that reflect the feel of the room i guess.
What’s your favorite movie quote?
“A moment of realisation is worth a thousand prayers.” Nat Born Killers.
time expanding and shrinking.
autopilot the miles.
travelling time sometimes it seems.
time; she weaves amongst my dreams.
had i stopped walking?
i better start jogging.
jogging in my jeans.
past keep-fitters tight-knit in teams.
jogging in my jeans and two coats.
past Tesco and A to B roads.
lungs warming, time shrinking.
trees appear and flee the scene.
they’ll play no part in my hare-brained schemes.
not too fast not too slow.
where the path parts, the grass will grow.
cars; they pass on down the road…
Cars; they pass on down the road.
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