Eight line poem

We were the kooks
We lived on Mars?
We were the pretty things

Andy, Bob and the bitch
Saw the changes coming
While our hearts were filled

Things were hunky dory
Before the quicksand

Yule be sorry

Once upon a time in northern Europe
On the shortest day of the year
There. Where? There on a spit
A hog roasting on an open fire
Or was it cow pie?

Then, someone passed around the ale
And ever since, bit by bit
It's all got out of hand
First the charlatans joined in
Finally it is all hail the consumerist god

The power of prayer

rather than praying
try meditation
on why
there is so much
hatred and injustice
in the world
then do something about it!

there is no fucking god

Crying by design

Why would anyone break their own heart?
That would seem to be an unfathomable enigma.

The man in the Kilner jar

In his shell no one hears him cry. His pain contained. No one sees his tears. He feels safe yet at the same time lonely and vulnerable. In his own little world he doesn’t need to hide his emotions. In his void he avoids conversation. He is protected from confrontation. Preserved he hides from the outside world in his sterile, safe, secluded environment. Hermetically sealed this hermit cringes. He loves not and is unloved. Cowering cocoon-like he watches passersby. But do they notice him? He hopes not. After all who would spot a man in a jar? Who is he? Who is the man in the Kilner jar?

Nature abhors...

one cannot live life in a vacuum!

Inspirational Quote Nº 2

We judge others when we see our faults in them.

Daydream believer

The moonlight was serious
As two silhouetted cats
Batted their eyelids
And eye-lidded bats

Inspirational Quote Nº 1

A nice cup of tea is just my cup of tea!

We all want our cake and eat it

We all want our cake and eat it.
'We all want it' is our cry.
We all want our cake and eat it.
But to have it would be do die.

I'm may polev

A maple stood proud and true

I may not...

Duct tape

I truly wonder why
I cry and cry and cry
tears on the inside
tears on the outside
I fear the tears
those tears of fears.

Perhaps...

A lover of music should
Bulk
Buy at
Independent record shops?

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Just a thought...

There's never a crinkly smile when you need one.

Shall I paint you a picture?

Shall I paint you a picture?
What colours shall I use?
The colours are much brighter
When they're colours that you choose.

We followed a rainbow
We were looking for gold
We followed a rainbow
We were far too bold

Shall I paint you a picture?
Shall I paint you a dream?
I'll paint you a mixture
I'll paint and I'll scream!

Does it matter?

Have you ever noticed how you never see matter and anti-matter in the same room together?
Now that would be some party!

Somewhere

Somewhere in the world, a butterfly farts.
It starts a chain reaction.
And then, shit happens.

My shell

I retreat into the darkness, cocooned in my protective inert environment. No one can hurt me in here. Away from the world I am my only friend. Womb like it enables me to lick my wounds and stabilise my mind and control the pain.

Possible epitaph II

He was a martyr to constipation