Poetry (well I like to think so)

These are some poems of mine, I did have a Dennis the Menace folder full of them but it got lost in a move and I have no other copies (stupid of me I know) most of those were adolescent dross anyway. Some of these wil be adolescent dross too, even though I’m nearly thirty. I have a terrible tendency to rhyme, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I lack originality in my use of rhythm too, again sorry.

Here they are, I may organise them better at a later date once there are enough to warrant it.

Goth Chick

Goth chick, goth chick.
So disdainful
Goth chick, goth chick.
Life is painful
What sent you down
Who caused the frown
Why must you drown
There’s more to life than eldritch black.

Smear the black on eyes and lips
with shoulders weighed down by your chips
your feminine androgeny
can’t hide the woman you could be
Spiked heels and lace, your graceful scorn
The world grew dark when you were born
You sneer at pastel shades and grey
In black and white your world will stay

Leather, lace and chains of steel
what is it you don’t want to feel
Bound in a rigid uniform
your life subdued by a different norm.
You snarl at fashion, growl at pop.
But without these your life ain’t much cop
You’re following a different crowd
All dressed to die, each with a shroud.

Skin like alabaster, and lips a rose of black
Can’t give you what you’re after, can’t provide that which you lack.
A mask is worn in public, to hide the face you know.
Which will give away your weakness, your vulnerability will show.
I can see past the make-up, to the frightened girl inside
You can give up all the pretence, you can give up all your pride.
being a goth is not the clothes, a costume that you wear
Its who you are, who you can be and all you ever were.

(15th December 2005)

Forlorn

Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind.
I’m losing my
Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind.

Same day over again.
Lame day over again.
Nightfall brings darkness.
Then dawn
all over again.

Rage, rage, rage, rage, rage.
I’m stuck in a
Cage, cage, cage, cage, cage.

Same work, done without love
Lame work, done without love
A clock watched each minute
Then home
A haven of love.

Fate, fate, fate, fate, fate.
What is it I
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate?

Same walls, Same work, Same day
I grind my mind in rage at the cage, my fate, so I hate.

(15th December 2005)

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I cannot see the future.
I can only see the past.
In this moment I’m alive.
And this moment will not last.
Do what your heart tells you.
Give in to your desires.
Let love of life light beacon fires.

Its easy, don’t deny it
To let life dictate your way
To go through all the motions.
The same thing every day.
So go out and be happy.
give your love to the world.
The banner of your freedom.
Is no use when its furled.

(26th December 2005)

Another Me

There is another me somwhere.
Living the life I could have had.
I wish him luck.

There is another me somewhere.
Sick and dying in a gutter.
I’m glad I’m not him.

There is another me somewhere.
High as a kite and top of the world.
He’ll never come down.

There are an infinity of choices.
There are an infinity of me.
Each one as valuable as the other.
We are one and many.
I take joy from their triumphs.
I feel grief when they fall.
They make my mediocrity worthwhile.
And I give their existence purpose.

(2nd January 2006)

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Inspiration.
Perspriation.
Dedication.
Consternation.
Immolation.
Dessication.

Driven into a frenzy by the image in your mind.
The sweat runs off you when you try this hard.
Keep at it though your time is short.
Frustrated by obstacles thrown up by your own inadequacy.
Burning with a flame that sears the soul.
Finally lie drained and dried out among the rest of the failures.

(22nd January 2006)

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The following should be read as song lyrics, no tune as yet but if anyone feels the need to write one let me know, I’d appreciate a cut :)
Ch.
I’m gonna stab you in the head.
I’m gonna stab you in the head.
And let what little brains you have drain out the hole.
I cannot kill you cos you’re dead.
I cannot kill you cos you’re dead.
Empty of mind, of heart, and desolate of soul.

V.1
The world does not revolve
around your petty little wants.
It can do quite well without you
all you fashionista cunts.
As long as you’ve got trinkets,
then the world can go to hell.
though you’re so blind you cannot see
that you would go aswell.

V.2
The media they’re feedin’ ya
is replacing all your thoughts
Till the words you say are not your own
and your own words are worth nought.
A mindless slave, automaton
You serve the great machine.
It takes your mind, your sweat and blood,
and feeds upon your dreams.

V.3
Your schools are run for money’s sake
A treadmill for young minds
Trained only to consume and work
and not to seek and find
You sell your life for pennies
While the buyers rake in pounds.
They sell your soul off peice by peice
And break the world up for the sound.

V.4
Enslaved by economics
and imprisoned by the greed.
You slave all day to feed a beast
and serve its every need.
It wants a war? you go to die,
no questions in your heart.
“We fight for peace”, cries out the lie,
and so you play your part.

V.5
The thinkers try to change your minds,
But the leaders know their type.
They say “We know whats best for you,
So don’t believe the hype.
The thinkers are the danger,
so you do just what we say.
They’re cranks, misfits and just insane,
We’ll deal with them one day.”

V.6
So you give away your freedoms,
hold your wrists out for the chains.
You’ve seen it happen years ago,
Why d’ya let it in again?
My rights are your rights also,
yet you would deny me mine.
Till there’s nothing left thats legal,
and liberties are crimes.

(24th February 2006)

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Conform.
Fit in.
Consume.

Work.
Labour.
Slave.

Serve.
Grovel.
Kneel.

We do these things without thinking.

(5th April 2006)

Who’s face is that?

I stare at the face in the mirror,
And cannot believe that its mine.
Its tired and old,
With its creases and folds,
Smooth contours made wrinkled by time.

I can’t see the man in the mirror,
And imagine he ever was young.
There is age in his eyes,
As he stands there and cries,
With his memories of when life was fun.

I won’t look at the face in the mirror,
At least not for many more years.
I have time on my side,
While I enjoy the ride,
For that man I am saving my tears.

My Greatest Fears

My greatest fear is that no-one will remember me.
I fear the day at my lifes end when people say “Who was he?” over a long cooled and decomposing corpse.
Left for days or weeks till the smell disturbed the neighbours… who had never met me.

My greatest fear is that the world my child grows up in will be one wracked by war and grief.
I don’t want them to have to watch what they say or who they talk to for fear of being seen as some kind of dissident.
I don’t want them spending their life afraid of those who used to protect us.

My greatest fear is that my wife will one day tell me that she doesn’t love me anymore.
There is no-one else, and there never will be.
My heart belongs to her and always will, even if one day she has no use for it.

My greatest fear is that in our ignorance and stupidity, the human race destroys itself.
Centuries from now our planet is used as an example of what could happen.
An entire race wiped out by its own pride and stubborness.

My greatest fear is growing old and losing control.
An embarrasment to myself and my children, sequestered in a home for family members you wish would hurry up and die.
Trapped and lucid in a body over which I have lost all influence.

My greatest fear is that I outlive my child.
It is out of the natural order of things, to see your legacy lost.
It is the thing I fear the most.
The others I could probably live with.