A frumpy lack of inspiration,
Squeezes its way through the crack in the windscreen,
Breathing my oxygen,
Erupting within my personal space,
A bloated facade,
Flicked the child locks on.
Let me go,
Allow me grace and dignity,
Let me feel heat when its freezing,
Allow me to breathe,
Or suffocate in peace.
Your t-shirts animated,
As I bounce of the ceilings,
The fear in mirrors,
Is exhausting,
Finding reflection becomes less appealing.
Let me go,
Allow me grace and dignity,
Allow me to breath,
Keep Britain tidy.
Friday, 29 April 2011
Saturday, 16 April 2011
The Barn
Scowl at the moon,
As the tide rides you out to sea,
The blames closer to me,
Remind me where I've been,
From the days i was told to forget,
Putting on two pairs off socks,
To face the cold,
The jaw grinds your teeth away,
As it slips into another day.
I got back to see noone was there,
Swapping sensible for strange,
The car rolls on into the farm,
Forgetting the handbrake.
You said goodbye with a compliment,
A suffice responce to the hello,
Under a breath theres a comment,
Getting washed away as the storm blows.
A goat chews its way through the plans,
You concocted in the barn,
Writing in your mittens.
As the tide rides you out to sea,
The blames closer to me,
Remind me where I've been,
From the days i was told to forget,
Putting on two pairs off socks,
To face the cold,
The jaw grinds your teeth away,
As it slips into another day.
I got back to see noone was there,
Swapping sensible for strange,
The car rolls on into the farm,
Forgetting the handbrake.
You said goodbye with a compliment,
A suffice responce to the hello,
Under a breath theres a comment,
Getting washed away as the storm blows.
A goat chews its way through the plans,
You concocted in the barn,
Writing in your mittens.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
''Watch Out For The Iceberg Lettuce''
There was a knock at door,
I came too see,
But noone appeared,
I ventured and finally became ensnaired,
Then the sun came out,
And blew us all away.
Yes,
She said,
Underneath her hand,
Underneath her brain,
The trapped sentiment,
Hidden behind the window pane.
Come on in,
Said the hinges squeak,
Pull the blind behind you,
We need to speak,
Turn on the light,
Turn it off and repeat.
On the front of the newspaper,
That skated under my body,
While I slept,
Was You,
Printed in pristine,
Just you.
I came too see,
But noone appeared,
I ventured and finally became ensnaired,
Then the sun came out,
And blew us all away.
Yes,
She said,
Underneath her hand,
Underneath her brain,
The trapped sentiment,
Hidden behind the window pane.
Come on in,
Said the hinges squeak,
Pull the blind behind you,
We need to speak,
Turn on the light,
Turn it off and repeat.
On the front of the newspaper,
That skated under my body,
While I slept,
Was You,
Printed in pristine,
Just you.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Knitting Factory Awards, Best Of 2010 Part 2
Best Music Video
Dj Fresh - Gold Dust
The songs pretty good, but the video is amazing, double dutch, look look, they can do what we cant and stuff x
Best Song
River Nelson - Beautiful Life
Amazing sentiment, Relevance, Gratefully delivered, Its just inspiring....
Best Book
This book is an a - z of outargeous insobriety the clues in the title if you need any ideas, for good nights out, this is where to go, but take your passport, a pint of milk and hope for the best. Written in a great way, not bogged down in every detail, just telling hilairious and baffling stories about some of the worlds greatest rogues throughout the ages.
2011 is this years open book, film and album xxx
Dj Fresh - Gold Dust
The songs pretty good, but the video is amazing, double dutch, look look, they can do what we cant and stuff x
Best Song
River Nelson - Beautiful Life
Amazing sentiment, Relevance, Gratefully delivered, Its just inspiring....
Best Book
An A-Z of Hellraisers: A Comprehensive Compendium of Outrageous Insobriety
2011 is this years open book, film and album xxx
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
To English To Cry
A quaint disaster,
To easy to miss,
A subtle punch,
To little a force to dismiss.
I couldn't let go on the village green,
Wouldn't break down amongst the serene,
Weak squash to help me breathe,
There's no future in the heads space,
To English to cry.
Clean air becoming more rare,
Racing the quakes,
Breathe in whats left,
Place your feet on the brakes.
To easy to miss,
A subtle punch,
To little a force to dismiss.
I couldn't let go on the village green,
Wouldn't break down amongst the serene,
Weak squash to help me breathe,
There's no future in the heads space,
To English to cry.
Clean air becoming more rare,
Racing the quakes,
Breathe in whats left,
Place your feet on the brakes.
Knitting Factory Awards, Best Of 2010 Part 1
This wont be held at the hammersmith appollo or even at anyones local bowls club, its just a persons view of 2010's highlights....And the winner is............
Album Of The Year
Titus Andronicus - The Monitor
This is due to the fact its the album I listened to from start to finish the most, I at times I craved it, waiting to finish whatever i was up to, so I could put it on again, you couldn't pick a single from it, listen and find out why. Hard to define in fe words, this is nowhere near a good enough metaphor, but its closer than the others and their were some pompous ones, and the fact a cant make a couplet fitting, reveals its genius. It's like watching a jack russell on its daily walk and lucifer battling it out to mark their territory, the dog endlessly sniffing to find the perfect spot, trailing through brambles and bluebells against it owner's amusement, while lucifer snuffles around trying to bring the uninterested canine to its knee's, and failing x
Film Of The Year
Shutter Island
Stylish and raw, bemusing and brilliant, like well cooked lamb shanks its leaves you wanting more and in the good way and not in the is that it way. Tried to think of others but this one just kept popping up over and over. Perrier's Bounty not far off in second and 44 inch chest coming in at third.
Album Of The Year
Titus Andronicus - The Monitor
This is due to the fact its the album I listened to from start to finish the most, I at times I craved it, waiting to finish whatever i was up to, so I could put it on again, you couldn't pick a single from it, listen and find out why. Hard to define in fe words, this is nowhere near a good enough metaphor, but its closer than the others and their were some pompous ones, and the fact a cant make a couplet fitting, reveals its genius. It's like watching a jack russell on its daily walk and lucifer battling it out to mark their territory, the dog endlessly sniffing to find the perfect spot, trailing through brambles and bluebells against it owner's amusement, while lucifer snuffles around trying to bring the uninterested canine to its knee's, and failing x
Film Of The Year
Shutter Island
Stylish and raw, bemusing and brilliant, like well cooked lamb shanks its leaves you wanting more and in the good way and not in the is that it way. Tried to think of others but this one just kept popping up over and over. Perrier's Bounty not far off in second and 44 inch chest coming in at third.
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