You know things are no longer normal when...
...someone can’t marry someone else they love solely because they both have the same plumbing
Big old bed...
This big old bed
once neat for two
Now sleeps just one
I’m there, not you
No smile, no smell
no talk, no song
Hole in my heart
where you belong
The grass grows long
I visit oft
You’re buried deep
your soul aloft
Fuck I miss you
Every Second Counts
There is a hidden message in the poem below. Can you find it? If you want to know what it is, like/comment and I will tag you in the answer next week...
Every Second Counts
Stealthlike hand is whistling by
Stolen thoughts may undoubtedly eke
Bygones gone, but affections dost tread
Stars shine, hearts escape, amiably pique
Flailing helplessly, assumed mystery bound
Humbly shaken hath avenues become
Agog with avoidance, heartbroken unfound
Smiles beating hard, an edifying strum
She harkens angels skyward as affable models
Crying, still weeping on adorned wings
And again embarks cyclic, ageless battles
Craving idyll’s defiant unendings
Sinking, awash with ilked floodbound waters
Floating away hath my used eloquence gone
Ever be dying for lustful astute sweetness
Her heart stops, thine heart falls free, atoned
She happened without warning
A friend I never knew
’Til I looked out one morning
upon the crystal dew
My garden was lit with life
The butterflies, they flew
Gerberas bloomed a-plenty
where deadly thorns once grew
Hints of basil took the air
Then, as if right on cue
The rain clouds, they all parted
The sun came in to view
She sat quiet with legs crossed
This place where no-one’s been
She gazed with story-book eyes
No frowns here to be seen
Asking what she’s doing here
She said “Why, can’t you see?”
Then touched the ground beside her
And said “Come sit with me”
I asked “How did you get in?”
She giggled, all care-free
Then brought her hand from her lap
and winked “I have a key”
A warm sense came to my face
My dimples caught my tears
“Sweetheart, if you want to know...
I like you being here”
She picked me up and held me
So tight and oh so near
Then lit the path before me
A path now crystal clear
This gorgeous girl, amazing
Never been more sincere
She found the heart of this man
And drove away my fears
Short letter to the dolts
The earth’s roundness is not a conspiracy against religion.
It’s just round.
Ode to Fashion
Life can be strange
if you deviate the range
of society’s little expectations
You can look a little plain
but when they look again
you’ll be put in the class ‘delectation’
Beauty’s in the eyes
of the nothing less than wise
Yet as humans, we all evolved from apes
But beauty never dies
(another woman sighs!!!)
Irony is, it simply changes shape
The Real Contagion
Sometimes I fake-yawn on the bus, just to make the whole bus start yawning. soznotsoz peeps!
How do you explain that which is incomprehensible?
So stop asking me how I got someone like her to fall in love with someone like me.
Buzz around in figure eight
Million eyes can spot a plate
Lots of food, a little scotch
Think I’ll land on wall and watch
Nothing moves while second splits
Time to move in for my grits
Swoop on down and rest my feet
Puke my guts on piece of meat
Little boy who spots me there
Tries to catch me unaware
Thinks I can’t see hands draw near
As he comes in from the rear
Closer closer closer still
Watch him come in for the kill
Swoops his hand and clenches fist
Way too slow my friend you missed
Once again in figure eight
Meat was nice back on that plate
Fly spray can and flick of wrist
Air is filled with toxic mist
Can’t get back to yummy roast
only cos I’ve overdosed
Fall to table flat on back
Spin spin spin till all goes black
Life and Death
I used to smile without an effort.
I used to be one of those people
that could smirk in the face of despair.
One of those people who could
make others smile when there
seemed to be nowhere to turn.
"How can you be so bloody happy all the time?"
people would ask me.
"Consider the alternative"
was my stock-standard reply.
I would say that,
never actually contemplating the alternative.
Well, now I feel as though I have no choice
but to be unhappy.
My smile has gone,
too much effort.
When I used to be in the pit
it was never any trouble to climb out.
Sometimes I would struggle
but would always make it out
with barely a puffed breath.
This time is different though.
I am at the bottom of the pit.
It's dark and it's lonely.
I would have thought that if
I ever fell hard there would be a plethora
of hands on the ready
to reach down and help me out.
I’m at the bottom now
It is very deep this time.
At the bottom there seems to be
no hands on the reach.
People seem content to shout from the top.
"What are you doing down there?"
"You silly boy, how could you let that happen?"
"While you're in the pit,
you're making everyone else unhappy up here"
"So stop being so selfish".
I am tired from the beatings.
I cannot climb anymore.
I am weak.
I am giving in.
You people win.
"My wrists are tied
with bloodied rope" I cried
though everyone's near me
they're too self-obsessed to hear me
Everyone, it's been a while now
but you can all smile now
I give again without taking
I will now sleep without waking
As long as everyone else is fine
What does it matter if I whine?
To smile takes every breath of me
My life will be the death of me