The Shire

Walk with me over cracked streets through grim mistaken roads
Take nothing you can't bare to lose that madness will erode
We'll stalk the lonely empty lane avoid the beedy eyes that strain
Find a dusty broken place and sit there for a while
The deathly drone of the motorway hacks at you all day
Till silence is forgotten an enfeebled little thing
This city scape with artificial sound
This battered tenement has odd and lumpy ground
Stay a while and become close friends

School

I filled my head with all their truths
Tried to be just like them
Now I know that all it proves
From toeing the line my problems stem

Muck

Struggle though the day-to-day 'cos life is bloody hard
Make every moment count for you 'cos life is bloody short
Bloody savage
Bloody daft
Bloody mockery at that
Tedious traumatic temperate your lot
Bloody ridiculous the way you bloody rot
The bloody rich
The bloody poor
The bloody vicar
The bloody whore
The bloody world makes no bloody sense
As you scratch around for bloody pence

Thinking

Vast the thoughts that gather like clouds
In skies of wild blue knowing
Hold those dreams in mangled shapes
The fear of ignorance growing
Take half a hope and fling it upward

And seed the whisps of joy
Let the light rain fall on you
Smile as you do

Blah Blah

I have not written here for a long time not through lack of effort but through lack of time. Here goes something silly to get me on track again.

I fill my clothes with myself I fill my shoes with my feet
I fill my belly with my food
I fill my lock with my key
I fill the empty street with me
I fill the months with the weeks
I fill the week with the days
I fill the days with the hours
I fill the hours with the minutes
I fill the minutes with the seconds
But it feels so damn long

Hungover

Damn the sun is over zealous
Kicking through my curtains in a underhanded way
Pinning back my eye lids screaming morning in my face
Disembodied thoughts greet the specter of the day
But I am timid
Let me be I am not wicked
Apprehensive to the nature of this double dealing star
Which pours the world though my begrudging eyes 
Give me peace give me darkness this has gone to far

Be Vulgar

Why did I act falsely

When honesty would do

Why did I speak coarsely

When I wanted to fuck you

Mr S. Man

A lazy eye lid makes smutty winks with thoughts of dawn approaching

in heaving rooms the sagging walls are folding

Old Father Times' made fools of them what chance if any do you stand

Greedy with seconds

Moved on to minutes

Now only hours will suffice

Tell the day, warn the week they might be next

Beware the lips that smack and salivate in darkest corners

As its easy to forget the teeth that gnash and grind away the whimsy

those mad apologetic tongues lash dusk to night

Which slams the door walks the floor in your room and whispers spittle in your ears

Sleep

Let those cotton dreams weave tapestries warm you in that semi-death between worlds so suspect

I Am Smarter Than Every Elephant In American And I Get My News From Facebook!

First blog I have ever written. So! I hear you snort with derision. Why add to the almost critical mass of wankers who spout hate into the web. Firstly I would say my you're critical and then make a jibe about your misshapen head. I am a fan of double standards. Mostly I want a place I can put my poems and short stories; mostly. Also I think it would be a waste of your life and brain matter not to know what I think about any chosen subject my mind farts out.

So a nice lightweight subject to get us going, hmm; schadenfreude. I enjoy people failing, well certain people. I don't go along to alcoholic anonymous as a cheaper alternative to a comedy nights that would make me a sick and evil man., though when the “great and the good” balls up for all to see, I can be seen elbowing vultures out of the way to pick there bones clean like the bastard I am. Perfect example of this, celebrity deaths. I found out that pasty faced king of pop Jackson went off to front the choir invisible through facebook. Needless to say I can count on one hand the friends of mine who didn't have a joke about the poor bugger, and I use bugger with its literal meaning there. Could I claim a moral high ground; no. I was far too busy laughing my head off and trying to think of a good joke.

What is the difference between Michael Jackson and Me?

I didn't get caught

Even if I could claim a moral high ground would I be a better person for it? Life is hard, a rotten thing that is made better by humour or whatever else give you a crumb of comfort in a pointless world. As long as you don't set out to harm anyone physically or mentally I don't care what you do.

People did not use to get married, we would mate like apes and chimps; strongest had his way. I am glad as a system it fell out of favour. However even when we involved government in our most intimate life choice there was no age restriction. 30 year old men marrying 12 year old girls was par for the course. Men are wired differently we get to the age we can produce sperm and we want to shellac every women with it till we drop dead. I am a deeply romantic man. So I cannot blame a man for finding someone younger attractive. You cannot legislate against thoughts; having read a review of 1984 the guys main point was it doesn't turn out well. I was gutted when Room 101 was cancelled. You can and should against actions bringing me back to my main point. I enjoy people failing.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ac/20110204/pl_ac/7780488_gop_plays_with_fire_with_definition_of_rape_and_abortion

God bless American Politics.