You Speak Poetry

That's a quote, not a title

Here's to this guy for inspiring the verses below.

So here's to Jack
He was a busker who played his strings with slack,
And he'd exhaust his mentalities when he came out in rap,
And if a passer were to pay him for sharing his crap,
He'd throw the pennies at their feet say "You can have your money back,"

So here's to Sue,
She was an artist who painted the news,
They'd report it she'd create it with stencils and glues,
And when she was finished and there was nothing else to add that was new,
                                                                               She had a model of a theory of what a human should
                                                                               do,

So here's to Dave,
He was a hero who thought of the lives that he'd save,
When he booked up and paid for his course in first aid,
But he didn't see the irony in hoping and praying,
That a kid would get knocked down in the course of his way,


So here's to Jim,
He's an alcoholic, that's him,
He doesn't care for much except his bottle of gin,
But who's to say he's wrong when he's so happy in sin,
Hell I'd ask him but he never really did much of that talking




So many faces, so many names
So many people playing different games,
It's hard to remember which side I'm on


So many faces, so many names,
So many that they all seem the same,
And yet there's no emphasis on individual opinion,




So back to Jack, three years later now he's bored of the slack,
He tightened up his strings and pulled his vocal shit back,
Now he's barely recognisable when he comes out in rap,
He doesn't want to be a rapper he wants to be a democrat,


Now back to Sue, three years later she's moved onto the blues,
Figured an artist painting music, that you can't really lose,
She'll even throw in juxtapositioning by painting in red hues,
As it's less controversial, it's all become dead news


Now back to Dave, three years later got his own kids to raise,
Gotta protect them from bad shit like drugs drinks and razor blades,
He could protect them as he's qualified in first aid,
But hows he gonna do that gotta feed with the work he slaves,


Jim, three years later, still on the gin,
But now he's hanging in the gambling halls, he figures he'll win,
But he never really does, his wallet's anorexic thin,
So he's picking up his next hit from the bottom of a council bin,

Oh James..

Oh Jaaameesss...
Where have you been?
I'm all alone here in cyberspace,
It's dark and boring here; not like what it first seemed

Are you coming back?
Where did you go?
I'll wait, check my facebook,
It's dark and boring there; not like what it first seemed

It's been so long,
You never said bye,
I'll wait watch some youtube,
It's cold and dark there not like what it first seemed,

I'm shutting down now,
My charge ran dry,
Shutting my eyes, going to sleep,
1 second, 2 second, 3 se-

Oh. You're back.

Time

So I was thinking about time and I came up with this drawing and poem
But it's wrecked now so there's no point photoing it up here so I'll just write it out

To ponder the past is to forget the future,
To plan for the future is to repress the past,
So do we ponder or plan?
When all we can change is the here and now.


We 3 Will Taunt You


"Open these gates!"
the Future cries,
threatening in its finality,
here it comes and here it dies.


"Let me free!"
the Past wails,
wriggling from its former chains,
"Give me your reasons, give me your grails!"


"I am doubtless."
The Present boasts
flaunting its immortality,
It does not change.


Not for Neither

safe

To My Young Heart

Do you remember when we first kissed?
Hidden beneath the branches?
I'd like you to know I always wished, I missed
The sweeter innocent advances,

And now it seems I'll never know,
What I lost and what I let go,
Can I get it back? I don't think so,
Back and forth in this to and fro,

Love hurt me; like I hurt you,
And I feel what you once tried to say?
I know, I didn't love, it wasn't true,
But can I apologise, finally, this day?

I love what I left behind,
Just like so many before,
But ne'er I can turn back time,
I'll always regret forever more.

Another to kiss, another to miss,
Another to remisnisce,
Another to hold, another to mold,
Another to leave me cold,

Love is a smokey haze,
To forget in a day,
I love you for loving,
But I'd hate to say.

Don't Worry

Be happy.

Okay so I got to asking a lot of people about what they think it takes to be happy.

To be happy you can:

Make friends

Listen to music

go out drinking

smoke da ganja

talk to friends

play music

play games

sleep well

have 3 good meals a day

go on a walk or two

eat chocolate

watch films

write a book or diary

have some alone time

let your feelings out

get over your fears and doubts

pray

draw something

write poetry

take part in an activity

work

have a holiday

reminisce

exercise

take up a hobby

spend some time with a loved one

I'll probably update this as I go. But I think it's a nice addition to our stockpiles :)

peacex

A Dose of 12

Max opened his eyes this morning to a musky dark room. He thought that if he cleaned it all up then maybe everything would be alright again. So he cleaned, dusted and hoovered, then he organised, washed and mopped, and finally he sat and smoked and enjoyed the new perfect world around him.

A look to the clock; he was late, so he left and went to work.

Outside the world was the same again. Unclean, smoky and tired.

Max

Max liked to dream with the world

First max would dream in black & white,

Where the musky smoke would bellow across and give the timeless impression of glamour.

Then the world changed.

So Max had to dream in colour,

Where the countryside would sparkle and glow in a marvellous display of nature,

Then the world changed,

So Max had to dream in high definition,

Where the faults and imperfections displayed the forceful intimidation of reality,

Then the world changed.

Now Max never stops dreaming.