Some Poems: By me.

Alexander_Blok_-_Noch,_ulica,_fonar,_apteka

 

I sat on a log and waited.

 

 The Race

Oh rocket rocket why did you die?

You used to soar to the stars and aim so high.

For years your dreams lay grounded, like a fly in my eye.

So many hopes, all pie in the sky, but now comes the privateers, like Elon, they try and try.

I sat on a dog and waited.

 

 

Is this all there is for me

Is this all there is for me
This life, this existence, this turbulent tapestry
Is this all there is for me
A crystal ball, so that I might see
Is this all there is for me
A wand waved for regrets to flee
Is this all there is for me
Cut these bonds so that I might be free
Is this all there is for me
Wisdom and knowledge the acceptance of reality
Is this all there is for me
In this soul of mine the power to change my destiny
Is this all there is for me

With strength and courage it need not be.

 

I sat on a cog and hated.

 

Stars

I believe in beautiful music
Turn it up loud and
Close your eyes all the way through
Think of all the things u love

When you laugh I see colours
When you smile I see shapes
When u talk I see emotions
When we kiss I see stars

I believe in heavy words
Speak them with commitment
Say them loud say and with conviction
Speak all of the things u love

When u laugh I see colours
When you smile I see shapes
When u talk I see emotions
When we kiss I see stars

 

I sat on a frog and vacated.

 

The Wheel of Time

As I look towards the future
The past now set in place
I sense a clock
The wheel of time
My pattern etched across its face

Its hands are my sense of self
Its digits my sense of place

The hands leave echos
Of life and love lost
The years they fade without a trace

 

I sat in a tog and hibernated.

 

I’m so tired

I’m so tired my mind is lost
I’m so tired I don’t feel the frost
I’m so tired paralysis takes hold
I’m so tired I don’t feel the cold
I’m so tired u cannot intice me
I’m so tired I’m numb cos it’s icy

Why is it you ask that im so chilled
Im dead you see in fact I was killed

I sat in a bog, frustrated.

 

The Chav

I dislike the CHAV, the SCALLY the NED, I hate their ways I want them dead, their casual sports clothing, their sovereign rings, they strut the streets as if they are kings, their innits their c*ntings they’re taking the piss, i’d shoot them all dead but afraid I might miss, no hangings too good, gassings too quick, just tie them all up and use a big stick.

 

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