Sometimes I feel like why do I bother.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve used up all my bear care
The cities I lived in .
The people I’ve engaged with.
started to stick teo fingers up.
But only to the dickheads.
I dance to these beats cos I rise to the funk masters compilation.
I run for the hills , soul in arms, cos I’m scared of bereaving one beat closer to my final end.
Wasted kindness on friendships. One person knows what goes in my head.
Anxiety takes grip, and I turn on my only friend.
I don’t wanna feel like an unwanted graze.
Take me to a place I love.
Where people don’t talk in haze .
I don’t ever wanna feel like maple honey stuck to a face.
Take me to a place where I can finally come out from the virginal lace.
It’s hard to see the evil in people.
Harder to believe especially those covered treacle.
Atleast, I have a built in shit detector-
this city knows notof me.
My mask falls when the prison doors close.
I don’t ever wanna feel ignored by tramps with tongues for shoes.
Just get me out of this space where my compassion reduces me to tears,
Singing the wrong type of blues.
Under suicide bridge another man lands face down on the ground.
Blood glitters all in an outline and I’ve got scared .
I’ve got to be prepared.
I won’t throw this body away for another
*song inspired by Red hot Chilli Peppers ‘ under the bridge’
how to be a good wife. 😀 😉
Cause less sorrow.
Talk less tripe
scissors, or masking tape
love free from doubt
Decline an upgrade of
buying into a get one free argument.
Another year passed.
Still eyeballing the ferocious stye of the hurricane.
numerous days swept by
side by side
Manage to keep one another extremist sane.
Paper kites or paper cuts?
Endure and expand on our own perceived ins and out.
A test to keep harmony on a scale
Genetically modified pesticide free.
Take one for the team
Roll over Beethoven.
Parasite recoils – breathless corpse.
Rise scientific soul mates
Abandon host in search of a live love that remains.
Keep it organic
Atrocities often committed when primitive bare feet leave a trail mix of impulse.
Picking out unsavoury nuts in an odourless panic.
pause on moments passed
lovers instinctive need to recreate
Recapture the beast of time.
never once dawdling – unaware of its power to desecrate.
Maple honey squeeze leads to a scent of forget me nots
Souls connect – diffuse the trigger wire in the brain.
racing against accruing
from the memory bank.
to the knees,
‘please cease fire’