*Inspired by the quote*
‘be nice to those on your way to the top, don’t believe your own hype, you never know who you are going to meet on your way back down’
Today, I rant about those who sit on cloud tufted pedestals
Judging others they deem have morals lacking by half and a few.
A pack of dogs who bitch more than females could ever stir up in a stew.
Pre made, customised idol awards-ready to export from china-engraved names for the lot of the little who mew mew .
Talk like a woo fang man — skillz and talents
Big upped up by their mates.
Could you stand without your prop ups.
Really ? Even you?
mixed bred, British bull terriers ending the night in multiple lock jaw — fatalities .
Take you imported ciders, your low suspension alpha Romeo idea mentalities
Get back to banter.
Not discussing events or ideas but foreign people unlike your garbled, stiff upper lips , sipping pints of Bloody Sunday.
There’s a lucky clover . A rainbow that ends with a holiday in Dover.
Go back to milking your 5 minutes of arrogance
waking the neighbours in a condescending dialect.
Sounds like every other branded cattle breed that goes Moo.
Go on, size each other up and go who the fuck are you?
Uttering words about actions you could never lower yourself to do.
Dare take a peek behind you
I see an out line of X-rayed, wannabe Bruce lees
Heads fucked up with inside battles
Wasted winnings gambled on a fight with their own inner D,J. shadows-
Naive thoughts plant a flag thinking they’ve conquered the art of rhetoric kung fu
Here’s a curve ball
Bounce to lyrics of Mc masters — obey to tasting your words with Salt n Peppa.
Female goddess emcees rule .
Shag your generic Sia sheep who keep their mouths shut.
Listen to your eloquent bullshit — the stench left over makes dissidents mouths open
these open minded soldiers
Barely keeping down their own spew.
These boys never compromise their morals-
Make a mistake
wake up next to a Lancashire blow up Doll from last nights sexist shenanigans-
Supping the remnants of their 2 for 1 cocktails of diluted pitchers of woo woo .
Imagined a girl shouting Woo hoo.
Keep up this rhyming — dilly day and strive to look out for Hissen
Congregate in a penniless free style masonry , boy scout coven.
Listen to the cult and obey to the commandant of looking out for you Sen.
Knives ready to back stab stray wildlings of independent thought
And the balls to disagree with your collective A-(lpha) mens.
I’m standing here-
A free bird-wild and crazy.
these dawgs gave up their wings to live in a prison
Submissive Howling at the cycles of the moon-
YMCA village people — cutting verses to ward off open mouthed females — pouring out lyrics in a new shade of crimson.
They get to fly-
Kiss the sky-travel to new notions on a whim.
Watch the pack follow who they think is their leader for getting one, witty joke in.
Do the hokey pokey
Point a nicotine stained, skeletal finger ,
At the lass who refuses to stay lowkey.
Light up a roll up , Climax on giving your brethren’s token blow job.
Exhale the bullshit — macho man hype , leave the women to battle the heat in the kitchen — we know how to turn down a knob.
Don’t forget yo mama’s rule
blow to cool
let the butter melt before you take a bite of that corn on your cob.
Yellow pissheads aint never done no wrong.
Eat snow —
times up — stamina let you down with your pelvic thrusts .
Premature ejaculation interrupted your flow.
Are you still hard ?
Can you carry on ?
ladling out soft serves of ice cream .
Even the ladies trailing round the dog pound
Fake their orgasms when they scream.
It’s out of pity — you mad Heads –
Christmas is coming
wrap up warm in your knitted wu hoo woolly jumper
Don’t forget your gloves after your hump her .
Cordoned off crime scene
she’s dead behind eyes.
Just cos you got blue ball syndrome
Don’t make it right
to dig up a corpse-to pleasure your Sen with taunts.
Yeah, making out
you’re perfect gentleman is easy
when you’re signed up to the inner dating necrophilia brand groupie fan website
The big issue is:
you’re a sell out.
Cry on with lies , look to the misfits
the Others to despise-
Lose the disguise.
We see through the fist bumps,
Dry stained tear streaks .—
Read between the lines — cut your teeth on kiwi limes
Hey diddle diddles!
A round of applause for the next free faller who can muster out a few riddles.
Watch out for when the clouds disperse
and you land up
back at the bottom-
ass hitting cobblestones –
Here’s a pound for a pack of Kleenex tissues to wipe away those little dribbles .
We’ve all got urban dictionary ,Grinch behaviour issues.
*for all the ladies who get a bad rap and have listen to their local men attempt to big up their own Woo (pie) Clan
Just a bit of fun 😀
And a bit of the true Wu tang
Not an easy post.. but it is out of my head and on paper. The one thing I have to remind myself is it doesn’t matter if other people read this or not. It is the fact that I am articulating my pain and my issues in a way that releases some of the pressure..
Possibly one of the hardest posts to write down- ever. The one that I don’t want to put down into words for a fear of failure and nor giving my fight the justice I feel it deserves.. I need some form of a creative out let, so I am going to go all Dear diary, I think I’m going to re-invigorate our old diary by giving it a name.
From the years 2012 to just before summer this year in 2015. I thought I had recovered from Chronic Anorexia. How fucking arrogant is that? I started eating more types of food and letting myself indulge a small bit. I got into exercising to be healthy. It was great I lived with a set weight that varied by 1-2 kilograms
Roll on to the present day…
Seemingly from out of nowhere those Anorexic thoughts have managed to take on Greek…
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*Complete nonsense trigger warning* ( inspired by my out of tune singing of Smash mouths-‘all Star’)
Hey now you’re afuckstar!
I’m so bloody frustrated,
Orgasms in the office stopped mid flow,
because my printer got jammed,
And made life slow.
Wants a piece of fame.
These still waters run deep.
I’m swimming off to get away from ‘the look at me’ protestors with their self-drawn,scrawled picket’.
Paper over load.
Jam makes me sticky .
I need more than cursing semen.
I’ve got energy I need to burn up.
Let me feast like a queen-on sushi and haute cuisine.
It’s not like I have nothing to do.
I have a to do list ,
Daisy in the Willows believe it or not.
I’m not getting my usual kicks from turning blue.
I’m talking nonsense cos I’m frustrated.
People are fickle.
So, here I am
typing — wisely refusing to do any ass wiping-
I’m worth more than a nickel.
Money is a means to an end
Credit – I’m borrowing on limited time only .
Interest served for these corporations
Who turn my life into a hang mans noose.
cul de sac
loopy dead end.
Everybody wants a fake bake .
I failed the pencil test rule
I need to buy new lingerie for own my blushing breasts sake.
sexual and passionate-
not a fan of
Being Laid In.
look at me
Casper the ghost has nothing on this glowing skin .
I don’t fit in.—
there’s no scene
Unless I acknowledge it .
Let me be ignorant.
Insight is turning me into some evil mutant
I’m a music whore — to my very core.
Hell has nothing on me-
Sending tickets to remind them I am the serpent from mythic folklore.
Shut your taboos up .
I have nothing to hide….
-except a few stretch marks and an imagined belly that resembles raw pork in a butchers shop
Shave my head
Take my dignity
I’m feeling rather ranty.
So much to do.
Typing shit – I’m probably due my meds cos now I’m on Electric Avenue.
Write to recover from mental imbalances.
I’m feeling better-
my memory’s erased from CBT shock therapy.
Thanks doc , I brought extra large diapers,
and now I’m better walking round like baby Huey-
toddler mentality of a pig.
Before I get diced into a stew with other mashed up veggies.
*Apologies for this post*
The calm before the storm.
I break my fast musing over my odds of being crazier than the norm.
Booming shutters smash – open and close.
— Brain sensory over load — the cranium structure is deceiving in its form.
The third eye lazily flickers in a state of REM.
Here I am attempting to channel my inner chakra.
I’ve resorted to stick-on Goggly eyes to play the part of spiritualist guru ,sipping on high tea, to awaken my inner rapture.
Dear Goddess Kali can you save me?
from the howling winds,
The mooing cows spinning around me, moaning gutturally for their new fateful flight as fledgelings ?
My house shatters into a myriad of snow flaked, razor sharp,jaggered pieces.
unable to repair the damage .
Take a searing hot iron to my face to smooth out the grimace in my features .
Sacerdotal screams in the night — a man stolen from his lullaby.
Distant but not too far off – I keep my inner warrior on stand by.
In truth, it’s the time of the creatives .
Out come the freaks
brazen in their efforts to destroy,
my favourite playlist titled: sweet dreams.
I wonder who I will be in 12 months from this very hour ?
Where will all the thousands of words I’ve ploughed through with oars
Will I have sailed?
will I capsize?
Will I have ability to walk or be a cripple, dragging myself by the elbows under a storm pelted bleached ,grainy beach?
– Will I carry any legitimate power?
The Temptations won’t knock
They will saunter in .
Oh, it’s to be expected.
I refuse to fall to my knees,
swear my allegiance to make another man’s family richer
Than see mine indicted.
I’d sooner sit on a floor , covered in colours of paint and corners lit with the smiles of my loves.
I’d sooner watch paint dry or read a screenplay loosely based on what I know about when life comes to rouse me with rough pushes or shoves.
Elements balance my kinetic ,
complex feelings of despair.
Change comes with promise.
Fear comes with very little solace.
Motion to a new position –
don’t cower from success
It might even suit my current attire and my inner prowess .
My time to deliver.
Get my due.
For me and my few.
My kind words are still here and my support?
I have some to spare.
I won’t waste it on those who don’t reciprocate
The err is but their own.
Chosen to remain frozen-staring down a hall of , pale, mirrored self reflections.
unable to see
they are not the only ones
Who need encouragement and care.
I swill down the remnants of this blessed meal with the rest of my cuppa charr .
I clamour to suppress my applause.
I catch out the dawn rising with a yawn unashamed ,gloriously
I’m no longer afraid to be the lunatic. I’ve seen the powers of nature.
Forces of rage.
still waters run deep
This insanity is something I hold dear to me-
The great mother gave it to me-
I will set with the sun
It’s my duty to consummate all that is sacred.
Revised stream of consciousness — border line poetry.
*feeling nervous and excited for year two of my Masters , moving home and shizzle like that 😉 ha ha*
WORLD SUICIDE PREVENTION DAY. -A Daisy in the willows perspective.
Yeah, I’m obviously not going ignore that it is WORLD SUICIDE PREVENTION DAY -especially considering the work and training I have been doing this week, around Mental Health Recovery embracing the 5 key concepts to the
HOPE-People who experience mental health difficulties get well, stay well and go on to meet their life dreams and goals.
SELF-RESPONSIBILITY– It’s up to you, with the assistance of others, to take action and do what needs to be done to keep yourself well.
EDUCATION-Learning all you can about what you are experiencing so you can make good decisions about all aspects of you life.
SELF-ADVOCACY-Effectively reaching out to others so that you can get what it is that you need, want and deserve to support your wellness and recovery.
SUPPORT – While working toward your wellness is up to you, receiving support from…
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Every body’s got to hear the shit on FM willows call! 😉
Stumped hand makes it arduous to know to what to write about.
I made a statement!
Not the one above — but to the men in blue.
finally the thugs who beat me
multiple colours in hue
At least one will, hopefully, get his due.
Throw acid his face!
I cant live, peacefully, knowing I consented to such an act-
diminish my integrity to a perilous few.
Revenge is emotional – it seeks to possess a person to extract bits of poison vials to sell to the human race.
Justice is what I seek.
I don’t know if he will get a record .
If he does does,
Justice would be one that doesn’t allow him to hit random buttons and turn knobs up and down.
Sending out a musical strumpet to hypnostise his disarrayed ideas, of how to treat the feminine race.
Feeling yellow-overly bloomed — in need of fresh water.
My petals are dying.
I need to wilt a bit more , give in to the yawn ,allow nightshade dream’s jaws to lull me into a warm breath.
Give myself some love,
then grow mighty for the the new beginning .
The next chapter .
the new book!
Moving to pastures new – time to wake to a fresh view of natures graphic portfolio.
Stay away from the Richter scale quakes in the roads.
The winds mighty disgruntled
at the idea that climate change is denied — to the Americas they indignantly blow.
Poseidon strikes his trident, sends more after- shocks rippling- undistilled.
Down the hatch —
hold your breath
Deny the world is in decay?
Deny the world is not afraid?
Get in line.
No more violence , no more drama.
Stop taking the law into your own hands.
Stop the meritless beatings.
Respect what the elders have taught for centuries.
Find a lesson learnt when you see a tree weeping.
Justice for all.
Senseless violence against humans , non humans
All life breathers.
Respect that we all have our problems,
But there is no excuse to violate other Life , because we are crippled ,floating in pints of bitter ale,
at a loss at how to even this score.
Drink yourself to death.
Snort yourself into a blizzard.
Guzzle petrol until you look as slick as the ocean /
Muzzle your words and think about your devious ideas-that awry ,flittering notion.
I rage for justice.
Justice for all.
Don’t blame another for signing up to this card.
Roar for Justice .
Bleat for Justice.
Scuttle for Justice.
Hey you, little, long neck!
Don’t stick your head into the sand.
Waiting for unsuspecting victims, before you sense you can bite off another hand.
What about me ? i need my fill.
Grab a hand , jack yourself off.
G—et a rabbit –
Let the artificial vibrations shake off your pious habit.
Made a statement in more ways than one.
I start my new life soon. I won’t look into the eyes of the sun.
not for long.
Justice is why i’m still standing .
My place in this world is not to hang with vomitious,
mort fragranced ,
strung up bodies.
Half eaten by wolves,fettered with flys.
Eyes and flesh pecked out by ravens and deceiving magpies.
My purpose is to move on.
*Revised stream of consciousness *