We live in a society
and I'm trying to be
the nicest I can be
but I'm sick of all the niceties
so why do we
smile at every person on the street
when inside their hearts
could be blacker than the tar
beneath our feet
No, I'm not perfect
but I think everyone's a little grey
like concrete mixing
people arent a solid state yet
but I wonder how
beautiful we'd all become
if like a poorly maintained country lane
despite the flaws, we'd all just carry on.
That's unfair
because the roads fall on a system
that relies on all the guys
smoking cigars in ivory buildings
to come and fix them
but sometimes when you're a person
you fall out of the loop
and all the roads lead to nowhere
and when they do you find a noose
that's being held up by you
so who cares about bad people
or the reasons why
being nice is hard
cause in our heads were all bad guys
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Friday, 20 July 2018
marrionette
Wasnt born to wax poetic
Though it calms the mind when I feel pathetic
Wish my dad was Henson
At least id have direction
But the frog in my throat
doesn't let me say this.
in a conversation, I'm one of the crickets minimalnoise in a backdrop of silence.
I guess me and Kermit have more in common
we both have our holes
he just knows how to fill his.
But my friends do tell me
"you keep getting bent over and..."
Shafted to the sidelines
Thrusted into the spotlights
Make up your mind guys.
A conscious mind or a menace
A lost soul or a sinner
who the fuck is he
I wish I knew me
Though it calms the mind when I feel pathetic
Wish my dad was Henson
At least id have direction
But the frog in my throat
doesn't let me say this.
in a conversation, I'm one of the crickets minimalnoise in a backdrop of silence.
I guess me and Kermit have more in common
we both have our holes
he just knows how to fill his.
But my friends do tell me
"you keep getting bent over and..."
Shafted to the sidelines
Thrusted into the spotlights
Make up your mind guys.
A conscious mind or a menace
A lost soul or a sinner
who the fuck is he
I wish I knew me
Wednesday, 18 July 2018
Coaster
Front seat and I'm strapped in
Stationary now I’m relaxing
Can’t see a track but it’s laid out
This rollercoaster is played out
But the ride it gives is sold out
because once you're in you don’t get out.
Hit the switch
Boost the power
Climb the incline
Smiling wider
Heart is floating
Far from grounded
Feel no more pain
If clouds surround me
I’m happy.
There will be plummets
I’m sure of that
with a joyous frown
ill wait it out.
With a joyous frown I’ll wait it out
Monday, 25 June 2018
The sun from the Teletubbies had it right
maybe I'm comfortable just where I am
coasting around like the sea and the sand
unimpressed when you see where I stand
but honestly I just feel the breeze and I'm,
glad.
people want moments
dreamers want fame
the greedy want money
all of its lame
I just want grins on the daily
kids one day maybe
and a reason to get up and still feel okay,
is that too much to ask?
coasting around like the sea and the sand
unimpressed when you see where I stand
but honestly I just feel the breeze and I'm,
glad.
people want moments
dreamers want fame
the greedy want money
all of its lame
I just want grins on the daily
kids one day maybe
and a reason to get up and still feel okay,
is that too much to ask?
Friday, 15 June 2018
everybody wants an ending
I see you sitting down,
so soft and silent.
You've got that hidden frown,
But you're still smiling.
You still can't figure out,
If livings worth the price.
Your minds in constant bout,
Shame the opponents Mike
Tyson.
The thoughts an anchor its
tied on.
Your eyes are sunk like ships
tired one.
Just want to sleep but scared to
try once...
Drowning in the pessimism,
Begging for an ear to listen,
Running from a faulty system,
But the wires run for miles,
And the copper in the cables,
Is heavy on your ankles.
To busy looking for an off switch,
To consider disconnecting.
Thunder before the storm
Never heard, never noticed
so soft and silent.
You've got that hidden frown,
But you're still smiling.
You still can't figure out,
If livings worth the price.
Your minds in constant bout,
Shame the opponents Mike
Tyson.
The thoughts an anchor its
tied on.
Your eyes are sunk like ships
tired one.
Just want to sleep but scared to
try once...
Drowning in the pessimism,
Begging for an ear to listen,
Running from a faulty system,
But the wires run for miles,
And the copper in the cables,
Is heavy on your ankles.
To busy looking for an off switch,
To consider disconnecting.
Thunder before the storm
Never heard, never noticed
Tuesday, 5 June 2018
Bleached hearts
I've got a bleached heart,
Faded little engine that'll jump start,
At the thought of love,
But the love is always off-white.
Skin kissed with burn scars,
Heart scared from the lost ones,
Bleach baths for when its all wrong,
Sink low and wash the pain off.
Clean slates are getting kind of lonely,
companionships leave the waters muddy,
gotta keep it clean,
save my heart from trouble.
Porcelain dreams,
love without a struggle.
Shame about the lack of colour,
Red is passion, rage, and pain.
Blue is sorrow, Loss, and tears
White is nothing.
To whoever comes next,
Rip the hear out of my chest,
Paint the whole thing
Red or blue?
Faded little engine that'll jump start,
At the thought of love,
But the love is always off-white.
Skin kissed with burn scars,
Heart scared from the lost ones,
Bleach baths for when its all wrong,
Sink low and wash the pain off.
Clean slates are getting kind of lonely,
companionships leave the waters muddy,
gotta keep it clean,
save my heart from trouble.
Porcelain dreams,
love without a struggle.
Shame about the lack of colour,
Red is passion, rage, and pain.
Blue is sorrow, Loss, and tears
White is nothing.
To whoever comes next,
Rip the hear out of my chest,
Paint the whole thing
Red or blue?
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Spaceman
Houston, do I detect a sign of loss?
Houston, can you read me or have the tears cut you off?
Houston, do you need a moment to yourself?
Houston, there is no blame for you to bear.
Houston, remember there’s nothing you could have done.
Houston, you gave us all the care you could from home.
Houston, the job you have it isn’t fair.
Houston, I have to go, we're almost there okay?
Houston cried as the ship barrelled into the sun
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