Lost like Alone

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I can feel them in my dreams, closing in everynight until eventually sleep will bring no further respite for me..

Grasping it in their hands like their fucking life’s depended on it, trying to force it on me, as if the act alone will fulfil their own lives..

Reality, cold and sharp edged like razor wire and broken glass, their determined i join them in their world, their world of reality, because any other life they can’t understand..

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But i won’t come, il stay in the dreams of my minds making, my meditation that pulls images of unknown things from another dimension, who’s to say who’s life is more real?

When one dreams do we realise we are dreaming?or are we unaware until we awaken, are our life’s the same, only realise that it was a dream when we pass to another plane..

Il sleep, il stay, i shant be…

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Sure ain’t much to wear in winter but she sure looks hot as Hell to me, Grrrrr

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A tree, a tree, A TREE..

The pre pubescent voices rang out like a nail gun being shot through someone’s scrotum while the resounding scream sent animals we had never even heard of let alone saw before.
I was already preoccupied with some weird kind of dog, sort of like a deformed poodle, all white and fluffy, but instead of coming over to me the little Bastard kept running away, obviously French,obviously a poodle, obviously mad as a gallon of watered down shit..

Screw that, at least this tree thing stayed still, to still, i had the distinct feeling that it was doing an “Auntie Betty” as we used to say, one of those Aunties who are not really your Aunties, just good friends with your mum, or in my case good friends with both my mum and my dad,.
More than once she’d sneak into my bedroom on the…

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Acceptance Time

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I didn’t know what i was wishing for,
I just know what i didn’t want anymore,
While all my dreams were screaming and my fears were kicking down the
door
But all my hopes,
they hung from the rope
below

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And still i wish you’d have me
back,
Still i wish for some form of
attack

Because when we were fought, i always knew you’d stand your ground,
No worries of your failure because there was just no chance of you ever backing
down
You could fight all day, leave me scratched and bleeding on the ground
After the make up sex, left me more scratched and bloodied than the man you’d
found

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But yet i still wish you were here,
That there was some way for you to hear

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All these beautiful words,
that I’d magically pulled from this city sky
Strung them together,
in ceremonial tryst for you

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This is one of my all time favourites, weirdly enough i heard it first through the song and didn’t have any idea that the poem had been written years before,
i just thought it ‘was’ the song, but in a way it was the sing because let’s face it, without the poem the song wouldn’t have done anything. Being a musician first and foremost i can totally see what a great job they did to make the poem work in the song,  i always write the tune first then add the lyrics, if someone handed me a poem etc, to add to music, it’d take me years and I’m serious, so not only did they do a great job with the funky beats and samples, but choosing the old guy (i thought it was the worlds most famous ‘Everything’  addict,  William Burroughs? Shit, it might be for all i know.) …

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A Night in the Sun

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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Time
Stands still
As i take
My last pill
Into the half-light
Another velvet morning
For me

Your beauty
Is a colour surround

And i was
Trying
To tell you
About my life
But my
Tongue is twisted man
More dead than alive
Because
My feelings
They’ve always been betrayed
I was born a little damaged man
Now look what they’ve made

I said
Don’t you find
That it’s lonely?
These corridors
Those we walk down alone?
Because
If life’s a game
I’ve tried
If life’s
A game
I’m tired
And I’ve tried
And I’m tired 

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