Friday, 25 October 2013

''Party Scene''

Gregory's got his girl,
He in the corner,
Chewing at her ear,
Pete is in the queue,
Flatting down his bed hair,
Licking on his fingers and repeat.

Sandy took too much,
Noone will convince here,
To go home and blah, blah and such and such,
Veronica is asking everyone at bar,
If they saw Pete,
As her eyes gently flutterby and come to life.

This light flatters the demon inside,
That noone knows,
He's bowling up and down steps,
Grasping at the method of undue stares,
He claps his eyes twice at Victoria then inverts,
He looks up again when she's gone he had deflated.

Where were you?
In a circle singing to The Only Ones,
The post punks moved from their offices,
Onto a spinning dancefloor climbing aboard,
Where Sandy's travel sickness left her floor bound,
She's out their swimming hoping not to drown.

Friday, 11 October 2013


I saw a simple man, With simple pleasures, Looking within little treasures, A simple man, Fighting complex thoughts, Trying to unlock open doors.
Ideals and morals, Can leave you with sorrows, Can get in the way, Designed and constructed, Taught as conjunctive, Just human just destructive.
She went back to her life, But she was mine, I'd strive to accomadate you certainly, Like I'd never accomplished previously.

Tuesday, 1 October 2013


To fall near love,
So hopefully,
The experience of an increasing landscape,
To share and feel new breathes so listlessly,
New stories and smiles,
Exposing a warmth so blissfully.

Grudging and churning,
A stomach filled with knots,
Butterflies who fly so aimlessly,
New glimmers of growth,
Progression and hope,
To the sound on the breeze finding you wistfully.

Anticipation so new,
Such bold aching,
The days feel like months while we're waiting,
With each atom and fibre colliding,
Each hair on my body arising,
So I jump.