ehT gnorW ediS fO ehT deB
The place of non pass,
The calm before the storm,
Waiting for the greener grass,
To many regarded as the norm.
..........
Cystitis - A Survival Guide (Featured - Artificial Womb)
To other Tinder novices I say beware, Enter into encounters with control and care, Listen to your body especially in the presence of an exceptionally large willy, Learn your craft and don’t be silly,
Many know it to be a game of snake and ladder, Earned their battle scars with an irritated bladder,
Wee begrudgingly leaves you in the form of a razor blade, Have an antibiotic with 27 litres of cranberry juice and seek some shade, You’ve paid the unspoken price of getting laid!
?
P.S Always stay close to a loo to relieve the pressure and pain,
No one likes to piss themselves on a commuter train :)
..........
Tales never told.
Poems are what we make of them,
We feel something so we write it down,
Often we're at our most human,
When the words come forth both adjective and noun,
We think we an entrust our deepest emotions to a piece of paper,
But paper is thin and our words so rich,
That with the words we mould and taper,
To match the woes of all. Then we make our pitch,
Our story with which we mark our brand,
For books are bound by the finest hand,
And hailed and guarded throughout every land,
A shallow dalliance will never last,
And like the paper be lost to the past.
..........
Housed and boxed our thoughts do sit,
Overlooked until re-lit,
Men and women in synchronised fear,
Onto another day and month in a year,
So many questions lie unasked,
Art and science take steps to unmask,
Pioneers able to manufacture,
Incensing fault lines we watch them fracture,
Enemies can hide beneath the veil of a friend,
Never seeming to learn or mend but,
Slowly we're evolving, tumbling, surviving, until we greet our end.
..........
I Ate Soap Today
I ate soap today,
Was what I needed to say,
If only I could find a way,
But my frothing mouth was the price to pay,
I opted for mime,
Running out of time,
As I sent suds sparing down the customer line,
Thankfully a waitress took pity on me,
And offered me a cup of tea,
No! water ... water was the key,
Which finally I received from a tap for free,
It's a Danish speciality I'd heard the promotions guy say,
As I became his willing prey,
It looked a Turkish delight in every way,
So who was I to know as in my hand it lay,
That I'd fall victim to soap that day.
..........
Into the line of fire
The quest for truth is a steady seed,
It grows in its hunger until it's a cantering steed,
That breathes fire into corrosive air,
As the smoke dissipates it's eyes are momentarily free to stare,
Another two or three feet across the mire of imagination and flashes of light,
From which it summons the fervour to gallop through the murky night,
But soon the wizened chaval falls lame at the game,
A heart heavy with knowledge but only hoof prints to put to its name,
It bounds back on itself, pores filling tight with remorse,
But who could blame it for it was only a horse.
..........
Because you're worth it
We managed to get you at a cracking price,
And we have to say you're jolly nice,
It's so wonderful to be a shareholder,
So what it it's single glazing! We’ll just get colder,
It's worth it you see, for the experiences you'll bring,
You enrich our life ... Only there is one more thing,
Please don't think we’re in a bad mood,
But with the latest rent increase we can't afford food,
I mean, we know you'll pay us back in double with culture,
And we’d never refer to you as a money grabbing vulture,
Although it would be nice to know why it costs so much,
When we're living like rabbits in a damp and drafty hutch,
Oh you're right! It's because of the great links to the 422 bus,
I hope you didn't think we were making a fuss,
Actually whilst we're on the topic of travelling around,
Our oyster weekly pass has gone up by £2 ?
Not much we know,
But when the traffic is this slow,
We can start to get a little frustrated,
But a cheap coffee to go will make us feel compensated,
Of course you know we’re only joking,
To find a cheap coffee we’d have to live in Woking!
Yes you've sat by idly a watched us come undone,
But we don't hold it against you because WE LOVE YOU LONDON ... !?
..........
This is a nondescript ode to a nondescript person,
It cannot be in depth,
It can only touch up the wall paint,
It will not provide an insight or conjure any new image,
The thought may linger a little longer but not much,
For it cannot describe what is not scribed,
Simply say what it sees,
Pretty,
Fleeting,
Undervalued,
Over sold,
Everywhere so nowhere,
Who cares,
She's the ultimate commodity,
Wear her well,
Wear her in,
Wear her out.
..........
Wail
Wail at the struggle,
Wail at the norm,
Wail at the passive sleeping citizens,
But learn to wail without sound,
Learn to wail in fits and bursts or elongated mournful song,
Wail to in the face of the controlled using intuitive melody to catch their dreams hook and eye bringing eye to eye,
Weave within the mass conducting a dialogue of harmonic mirth,
Piercing in its timbre and slick blade consistency,
Ready to wake wailing from the nightmare where you run without travel,
Aim to echo locate through the chamber with pitch precision and then ...
Fire
..........
?
The over stretched question mark can span a lifetime,
Deflecting every stray exclamation! Colon; comma, apostrophe' until it wilts regretfully to its final half full stop,
That puts a sudden end to its existence without addressing the reason for its deformity,
Its umbrella like coverage of vacuum packed realities,
Like yellowed primary school cress tight in inherent hope for the mythical answering light,
Conciliatory only its unifying remedy to the empty threat of progress.
..........
Examination required
We store what we see,
And tunnel through a glorious spectrum of misremembering’s,
That give licence to be,
Acting with an exactitude,
Under an authority of ordinance,
That blithely continues he or she.
The calm before the storm,
Waiting for the greener grass,
To many regarded as the norm.
..........
Cystitis - A Survival Guide (Featured - Artificial Womb)
To other Tinder novices I say beware, Enter into encounters with control and care, Listen to your body especially in the presence of an exceptionally large willy, Learn your craft and don’t be silly,
Many know it to be a game of snake and ladder, Earned their battle scars with an irritated bladder,
Wee begrudgingly leaves you in the form of a razor blade, Have an antibiotic with 27 litres of cranberry juice and seek some shade, You’ve paid the unspoken price of getting laid!
?
P.S Always stay close to a loo to relieve the pressure and pain,
No one likes to piss themselves on a commuter train :)
..........
Tales never told.
Poems are what we make of them,
We feel something so we write it down,
Often we're at our most human,
When the words come forth both adjective and noun,
We think we an entrust our deepest emotions to a piece of paper,
But paper is thin and our words so rich,
That with the words we mould and taper,
To match the woes of all. Then we make our pitch,
Our story with which we mark our brand,
For books are bound by the finest hand,
And hailed and guarded throughout every land,
A shallow dalliance will never last,
And like the paper be lost to the past.
..........
Housed and boxed our thoughts do sit,
Overlooked until re-lit,
Men and women in synchronised fear,
Onto another day and month in a year,
So many questions lie unasked,
Art and science take steps to unmask,
Pioneers able to manufacture,
Incensing fault lines we watch them fracture,
Enemies can hide beneath the veil of a friend,
Never seeming to learn or mend but,
Slowly we're evolving, tumbling, surviving, until we greet our end.
..........
I Ate Soap Today
I ate soap today,
Was what I needed to say,
If only I could find a way,
But my frothing mouth was the price to pay,
I opted for mime,
Running out of time,
As I sent suds sparing down the customer line,
Thankfully a waitress took pity on me,
And offered me a cup of tea,
No! water ... water was the key,
Which finally I received from a tap for free,
It's a Danish speciality I'd heard the promotions guy say,
As I became his willing prey,
It looked a Turkish delight in every way,
So who was I to know as in my hand it lay,
That I'd fall victim to soap that day.
..........
Into the line of fire
The quest for truth is a steady seed,
It grows in its hunger until it's a cantering steed,
That breathes fire into corrosive air,
As the smoke dissipates it's eyes are momentarily free to stare,
Another two or three feet across the mire of imagination and flashes of light,
From which it summons the fervour to gallop through the murky night,
But soon the wizened chaval falls lame at the game,
A heart heavy with knowledge but only hoof prints to put to its name,
It bounds back on itself, pores filling tight with remorse,
But who could blame it for it was only a horse.
..........
Because you're worth it
We managed to get you at a cracking price,
And we have to say you're jolly nice,
It's so wonderful to be a shareholder,
So what it it's single glazing! We’ll just get colder,
It's worth it you see, for the experiences you'll bring,
You enrich our life ... Only there is one more thing,
Please don't think we’re in a bad mood,
But with the latest rent increase we can't afford food,
I mean, we know you'll pay us back in double with culture,
And we’d never refer to you as a money grabbing vulture,
Although it would be nice to know why it costs so much,
When we're living like rabbits in a damp and drafty hutch,
Oh you're right! It's because of the great links to the 422 bus,
I hope you didn't think we were making a fuss,
Actually whilst we're on the topic of travelling around,
Our oyster weekly pass has gone up by £2 ?
Not much we know,
But when the traffic is this slow,
We can start to get a little frustrated,
But a cheap coffee to go will make us feel compensated,
Of course you know we’re only joking,
To find a cheap coffee we’d have to live in Woking!
Yes you've sat by idly a watched us come undone,
But we don't hold it against you because WE LOVE YOU LONDON ... !?
..........
This is a nondescript ode to a nondescript person,
It cannot be in depth,
It can only touch up the wall paint,
It will not provide an insight or conjure any new image,
The thought may linger a little longer but not much,
For it cannot describe what is not scribed,
Simply say what it sees,
Pretty,
Fleeting,
Undervalued,
Over sold,
Everywhere so nowhere,
Who cares,
She's the ultimate commodity,
Wear her well,
Wear her in,
Wear her out.
..........
Wail
Wail at the struggle,
Wail at the norm,
Wail at the passive sleeping citizens,
But learn to wail without sound,
Learn to wail in fits and bursts or elongated mournful song,
Wail to in the face of the controlled using intuitive melody to catch their dreams hook and eye bringing eye to eye,
Weave within the mass conducting a dialogue of harmonic mirth,
Piercing in its timbre and slick blade consistency,
Ready to wake wailing from the nightmare where you run without travel,
Aim to echo locate through the chamber with pitch precision and then ...
Fire
..........
?
The over stretched question mark can span a lifetime,
Deflecting every stray exclamation! Colon; comma, apostrophe' until it wilts regretfully to its final half full stop,
That puts a sudden end to its existence without addressing the reason for its deformity,
Its umbrella like coverage of vacuum packed realities,
Like yellowed primary school cress tight in inherent hope for the mythical answering light,
Conciliatory only its unifying remedy to the empty threat of progress.
..........
Examination required
We store what we see,
And tunnel through a glorious spectrum of misremembering’s,
That give licence to be,
Acting with an exactitude,
Under an authority of ordinance,
That blithely continues he or she.