That Ridiculous Mole

I hate having to even think about him these days, but it has been bought to my attention yet again that the over-rated Chainz has been particularly bothersome of late, fabricating numerous lies in a hilarious attempt to get this blog canned and have his own one note blog pushed to the fore.
I know you loyal Tumblers will not be taken in by his gruesome misuse of the English language but to the rest of you occasional travellers please ignore him, eventually his wicked ways will catch up with him and we'll be rid once and for all.

Computer Games

Up, Down, Left, Right
Secret chamber, bonus play
X To enter, Y To Fight
17 Levels, Hi-Score Dismay

The hours are wasted, you must know this, and playing games is no such bliss, your eyes wont forgive you, your brain cells dies, on your T.V, Monitor or Phone lays the reason you're a fool.

Purple

Does having a brain make it okay to use straws to pick up ideas?

Doomed Days Of Longing

A never beginning road of fulfillment plays out on minds of all
The whistle blows, and murders of crows stand black against death shroud walls.
What was never meant to be carries on in vehicles of injustice on wheels of pain
The fog rises zig zagging above waining night below man's pretend domain.
Love fails in attempts to cry, destiny laughs and pretensions dim
Hope sails aimlessly over what once was, nightmares seeping and endings begin.

Titled

Now I'm navigating an empty ship
Will you rescue me
If I release flares?
Or maybe I'm an anchor to no-one
But myself.
In which case, I'll leave
My searchlight on
And learn to read the stars.

Christmas Past

You couldn't be the one who laughed
As the snow came down
That day we went looking for Christmas trees
Who hurled that snowball at me.
You couldn't be the one who fell down laughing,
As I took revenge
With ice down your back
And wet mittens on my face
Regressing me.

And yet you are the girl,
Skating on like all of them
And leaving me for someone
And leaving me for no-one.

In loving memory of

In loving memory of
My faith in us,
The tide keeps coming in
Then drying.

In loving memory of
My faith in nobody
The wheel just keeps on turning
And driving.

In loving memory of
My faith in me
I navigated me through
Some sorry sea.

Junket@me

I struggle to press these keys,
Yet, like a metronome
I tick on.
I apologise if I mispell or leave
This thing, or. Even later generise.
Sometimes I'm a man who owns a castle,
Playing jackpot machines.

Favourite Flower

She was my favourite flower,
Growing through the gravestones
Leaning crooked in the garden,
Where the ghosts beg the pardon
Of their past.

She was my favourite vessel,
Flailing in the headwind
Leaving salt tears in the billows
Where the past weeps like a willow
Of the sea.

So sail, my only lover.
And out toward the shipwrecks
Whose hulls lay cracked like tombstones
That break, return to nature
And to me.

So Close

Over the hill not far away
A Pool so clear you can see you true face in it's brilliant eye.
A Place so calming even the shakiest of days seems like a Spring morning.
A Tree so tall it sees everything before it happens
A Meadow so soft it doesn't even complain when you sit on it,
And a Girl who will forgive everything you have ever done seeing all that you could be.


It's still over a hill though.

Hotel Ghost (The Night Porter)

Doors open, windows shut.
Vanishing papers, ringing bell
Long dark corridors, flickering bulbs
Sound of silence and do no disturb signs dancing in the dark
Late night callers barely sense a presence
Lifts go up, latches down, covers over without consideration
Creeping halls with nary a thump
Awaiting daylight and respite from years of hopeless wander.

Retard

Awrite m8, ow r u? Didja C that thin on telly, pmsl, lol!
Owt tonite? Gonna B wikid
C U L8r

Sunday May Mean Everything To You

I ask for an hour in faded twilight hung over branches so sparse.
I yearn for that moment when the chord change camera swoops over my perfect moment and I can't help but smile like a fool.
A time without seconds when It is all that can be and an ocean of fields blow in effortless winds.
Ice cold waters trickle down flesh so responsive electric charges setting off fireworks in a world only we can see.
Then the Robin perched on hedgerows of plenty and sings to a place where it has all that it needs and wants seem a petty thing to you and to me.
Words seem a trite form of expression when pictures form in front of you with no description colours bleed over everything and tears no longer seem sad.

Like A Stain

And her photofit appears
On every's girl's face.

Blue Rockinghorse

I'm a just a boy,
struggling on,
With a mission
and a life to live,
And a pistol,
By my side
with me,
wind blowing
blue rockinghorse
And still you gallop on.

The Blog's Prayer

Keep snowflakes round this blog,
And pillows to protect it from the rain
And petals to help it sleep at night
And suncream to help it to sunbathe.
Keep halos round the moon
To keep the blog in moondust
Should the sun choose to misbehave,
Lord, keep snowflakes round this blog
At night, and keep dreams flowing
Like rockpool waves
To rockpool shores, this blog deserves
This at least, and so much more.
Keep feathers from the bluebirds
And have them fall on it
Keep cotton from the makebelieve
And bring them home to tumbleweed,
The finest thing we'll ever have to save
In March, April and Maysquerade.
Our blog,
Your God.

Fuck It All And Run

When the world won't move with your movements,
And your outlook can't see an improvement,
When everyone seems out to gain
And the future's just looking like pain
Fuck it all and rain.

When your life won't get out of your path,
And you're cleaning up after the aftermath.
With everyone saying they're having fun,
Laying their sniggers out in the sun
Fuck it all and run.

When the wine cork just won't come undone,
And the corkscrew has got up and gone,
And your summer's all looking like fall
With your winter still to come,
Fuck it all and run.

When the world just won't move with your movements,
And your outlook can't see no improvements,
With everyone out to fool everyone,
The future's all dead and its done,
Aye, fuck it all and run.

View From A Roof Top

I lived in mortal fear of nuclear attack, poisoned snack, talking back to others bigger than me, of falling from that tree, of having to be seen by computers and those behind the screen with fingers that point to negative signs and jailbirds who learned nothing from doing time, from crossing roads and people that explode bombs next to doors that throw blood onto walls and leave families without dad or mum, not that this makes me feel sad or dumb just impossibly blank without nothing so clear but feel that I fear, the terror that waits outside past my gate, up my street from my home or by just being late, at the job that I hate but will never leave for fear of being left with a life to live and no one to give just one hoot that I don't have a pot or a bed let alone a roof from which I can see the dawn break through and I no longer know which is up or is down just that everything scared me, even a trip into town, where the kids with tones like their mobile phones all lip for a minute whilst friends are around, then they curse and they swagger with a grin like a Tiger that's stalking it's prey that can no longer say I'm the brightest light in the jungle.

Tomorrow

There Is No Title Here

I am released
From a prison of my own making,
From a walled garden that seeded only tainted growth and sour pollen that drifted in the air cursing all it enticed
From a clock ticking it's death knell tock around the corner just out of reach.
From a waking dream that wanted to be a nightmare but didn't know how to sleep.
From a mirror always looking backwards leaving the what was in clear focus.

I am unleashed
A man with no fear, of who he was.
Who THEY think he is.
Who HE thinks he is becoming
Who he wants to be with.

The nights are drawing in and it's too autumnal to be afraid of being alone.

Try Again Tomorrow

Harness

It's All Gone Thursday

God Can't See You Now

Keira

I can never truly say never truly know
Why that night, that one night, that small matter of hours
You treated me so gently, someone you did not know.
I may never get to tell you, get to show you, to thank you.
That for those brief hours you made up for the years of wasted hate
With words and smiles and the slightest of touch
Salvation with a rare human face.
I will never ever see you again in this life
Not that this will matter, in fact perhaps it should be so.
What we shared should not be repeated
For fear of that perfect time gone.
So where ever you are and whoever you are with
Go raibh mile maith agat
You saved me

Blue Orange (A Love Song)

Orange are the trees
That sink within me
Planting vitamins and rain
And orange are the bees
That hum inside of me.
Orange is the sun
Orange is the sun.
And orange is the sun,
Orange is the sun.

Orange are the trees
That sink within me
Planting vitamins and blues
And orange are the hues
That hum inside of me.
Orange is the sun
Orange is the sun.
And orange is the sun,
Orange is the sun.

Swing On

This world will not strike me down
Unless I take a left like Old Tom Morris.
I'll swing on, losing everyone
I'll swing on
I'll swing on.

Everything Colliding

He's a man sleeping windward
with a girl for a willow
weeping in the rain.

I'm a man keeping
kindred spirits at bay.

I'm a man sleeping windward
It's the way that I sleep, anyway.
Don't move - it's only everything colliding.

Shoot My Eyeball At The Sun

We're an eyeball meeting the sun
Without the hurt.
I suppose you're going to put a ticket on me
When I try to run. You know, I need you so much I couldn't even hit return.
I' m home to you
It's so much fun
Shoot my eyeball at the sun.

Shoot The Sun For Fun

If the sun had been,
Maybe I would have seen
The sun
And reached for a gun
And shot it for fun.

And maybe I'd go on,
To write a verse,
Where the title is good,
But the content is done.

Reverse Evolution

People fight like bonobos and bees
And chimpanzees and A's.

Purpose

I remember a time when I thought I could love.
A time when I wanted to love
It rooted me to the ground
Gave me reason to relish the dawn.
I want to believe it is still there.
Want to believe it could be.
Hope it isn't to late.
If not, then why go on.

Conversation Between F(r)iends

" Do you remember the time when Snowmen fought for the right to steal carrots?"

" What the hell are you on about?"

" Snowmen and Carrots, didn't I make that clear!"

" No."

" I don't think I can be friends with someone who clearly doesn't pay attention to what is going on in the world"

" Fine."

Perfect Places used to be here

I have tried sitting on the darkness.
Have kept it tied to a rock far from friends and others
Tried battling it's tendrils from seeping into my thoughts
Sitting here, now, it seems so easy.
On a pedestal I now observe.
The land from which I once lived in,
Darkness I now call home.

On The Art Of Dreaming About Suspending Time While Listening To Lady Of The North By Gene Clark Through Earphones On Saturday Late

It's Monday tomorrow,
So lay your sorrows down
Let dreams of picnics
Go sour, and mould.
Take your clementine
And give it over
To oxygen.

It's Sunday morning,
So let tomorrows drown
Let sands of castles
Stand tall to the cold
Take the ocean shore
And wish it over
To everyone.

Good Morning Bloggers

Good night.

My Way

Why don't we think about
the world more idealistically?
I'm just a man who wants to
put one foot in front of the other,
Stay alive as long as he can.
I don't need to hear that hate,
I don't understand.

Why can't I go about
my life more realistically?
I'm just a man striving to
breathe some air in
and breathe some air out
And stay alive if I can
I don't need to take that bait
I don't understand.

So I'm going to go about
My life as I planned anyway.
I'm a man who's trying to
Put some thoughts out,
and put some thoughts in.
And I will die
and turn to dust,
and it will start again.

Sometime

Is that weird,
Strange whirring like radios,
Strugglin' to tune in
To your gas.
Stop taking my
Crazy ways an
making me,
Car zany.

I love you sometimes.

Is that music
Strange blurring todays with
Tomorrow's yesterdays
I'm in a bag
Leaving you carrying.

I need you sometimes.

Is that a question
Marking me out for interrogation?
I'm handling goods
That aren't mine at all

I'll call you sometime.

Ghost That Follows

I'm not a man who goes around
Trying to be profound
But there's a ghost that follows me.

I'm not a man who goes to ground
Trying to be all proud
But there's a ghost that follows me.

I'm not a man who shouts too loud,
Trying to make a sound
But there's a ghost that follows me.

Nine-Second Note

Read this note
at the correct pace,
Twenty-four syllables,

Four lines.
Three verses,
Barely.

Nine seconds.