Friday, 31 July 2009
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Thursday, 16 July 2009
I'm gonna reiterate one of my first ever blogs. I think I have something really good in my life at the minute, and I probably don't even realise how good. But, I'm getting there. :)
Have you all seen the "BNP babes" thing? If not check it out, it's tragicomic. haha. But anyway one of them beautifully summarised the BNP's position, for me, on asylum seekers - "I wouldn't mind them if they actually worked and stopped stealing all our jobs". Beautiful, just beautiful. hehe.
I am veeery slowly improving at guitar. Frustratingly slowly. It's because I never practice. But sometimes I do pick it up and mess about for a bit, and well, every little helps, right molly? *laughs*
I'll end with a quote from the legendary Neil Gaiman. :)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
It's all happened. :)
Monday, 13 July 2009
Even flies were snickering last night
As they buzzed at my window to the drum of the rain
Knowing, better than I ever might
That the devil makes work for an idle brain
The dead dust in the air mocked the collapse
Of my paper morality and imagined restrain
As it settled on my floor with the knowledge perhaps
That I’m just one more fucker, one more dealer in pain
The deeds of the week sank heavy into my guts
No justifications, no hang-ons, no buts
Just the bed that I made to lie in
I fell into a troubled and uneasy sleep…
In my dream I was walking over and over into the same brick wall
With a bottle of cheap red wine in my hand and only thought-fragments in my head
A mouse ran up to me and introduced himself saying
“Hello my name is John Stuart Mill”
“Don’t worry too much that I’m a mouse that can speak”
“What’s more to the point is you; and how you’re weak”
My dream-self started to sob a little bit
But John the mouse weren’t havin’ none of that shit
He said “Stop crying Alex that won’t help at all”
“You’ll just keep on walking into this same brick wall”
Until you get it through your head that you affect those around you
Particularly the ones you love particularly those that found you
In this whole human carnival they’ve accredited you some worth
So son, please remember you’re not the only one on this earth
I woke up it was morning the flies were nowhere to be seen
I guess they must have faded, as the mouse did with the dream
Grabbed my cheap wine by the bottleneck and poured that shit away
Then I walked out my door for the better new day.
Desperate parting pot-shot wisdom
Here we all are then
For hugs, and goodbyes
For farewells, so longs, cheerios,
And reciprocal replies
As their sadly retreating backs are caught in a final, fading moonbeam
The pain of leaving hits me – smack – and in my head I scream
I wanna shout and say “Wait!”
Do you know that things are not as they seem?
Do you know that life is just a dream?
Do you know that happiness is in little things?
And do you know why the caged bird sings?
Do you know that money is the means, not the end?
Do you know when to step back and just, transcend?
Do you know that life’s conventions mean nothing
Unless they resonate with you?
Do you know that the will of a majority
Can often alienate the few?
Do you know that liberty, equality and brotherhood always deserve a mention?
But do you also know that the road to hell is paved with good intentions?
Do you know that I love you all more than I can ever say?
Do you know that when times are hard there is no need to pray?
Yeah, humans are the answer, for cuddles and for cries,
It is always better to look to each other than up into the skies,
Do you know that you should never give in?
Do you know that peace is found first within?
Do you know that beauty is absolutely everywhere?
Do you know that the world doesn’t always rhyme?
Or necessarily, like, have a good rhythm?
In fact sometimes it can seem to go nowhere…
But do you know that so long
As your head’s screwed on
And that blood of yours still runs red
That the next great big adventure
Is always up ahead?
I didn’t shout any of that, in the end
It would have seemed a bit preachy and weird
So pathetically, meekly I said nothing at all
And the pale grey face of time, sneered
But through all the films that our lives play
Through the rom-coms and the thrillers
In your friendship I find salvation
So distance - will never – fucking – kill us.
Sadness is a perpetual motion machine
Just one push… and it’s away
A disconsolate dream from forces unseen
That feeds on itself until every day’s grey
And you start thinkin’ I’ve got no real mates
I’m just an arrogant loser that everyone hates
And I fucked my prospects with my first rave
And to this inner darkness I am just a slave
And yeah I’m going nowhere
And the fabric of my reality’s beginning to tear
I’m just a recipe for disappointment that no one can save
But then… your phone rings.
Might as well see what news it brings.
Party on the beach mate, Saturday night
Drunken revelry in the moonlight
Get yourself down there, you know its right
You’re definitely going, you say “Yeah. I might.”
And, hang on, you think
There’s no need for a shrink
There’s that girl I kissed the other day
Sweet and soft while music played
Says she likes me, I think she means it
So maybe I’m doing something right even if I can’t see it
And actually I’m young; I’ve got everything to win!
And you sit back in your chair, with a big daft grin
Sadness is a perpetual motion machine
Just one push and it’s away
But that’s not so bad; not such a shame
‘Cause happiness is just the same
And it really only matters which machine you switch on.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
You are a jellyfish with no lips
I said listen short stuff
I'll skip my moon rock across your puddle dive I'll kiss your punches with my nose
I bet you smell like... butterfly, but I bet you dream cocoon
And I bet you never say the word "fuck" but we all know you do my heart is a runway
I been starin' at the sky since my love took off...
Will you be my friend?
Will you poem me a porch-swing will you punch me in the tough just once I need to reset my bones
Swingset my ribcage so the next time somebody pushes me away I'll swing right back
To that chisel with my marble spine, go ahead build me,
Go ahead throw me at the storm like the fisherman's prayer
Do you ever think about gods years, wonder if the levee broke a promise,
Wonder if the wrecking ball was trying to run it's fingers soft across the bricks
But it's head was just too heavy?
Before you become my friend, picnic with my rubble
Road trip with everyone I left in the dust
Do the laundry, from the last time I was loaded
How she found the trigger and we woke with the sheet pulled above our heads
Praying the mortician could make us pretty
None of us, are pretty
But our ugly has an alibi and our gorgeous has a baby sister's sand collection
Our 3 harmonicas we keep blowing off for that flute we carved from our wrist
Put your lips here; tell me, there is music in my blood
Then tell me there is more in my light
Hang me chandelier, from the last night I believed this life had to hurt so much
I am done, kneeling in the church of steepled smoke stack done,
Give me wind sprint
Tell me my fingerprints are the shape of ripples on a frozen lake
Tell me my coal-mined will never collapse on my heart
I'll tell you these poems, they're my birthmarks and I came this close to having them removed
Even cut that voice-box cutter, hidden in my shoe the day that flight took off
But the runway, it's made of marble made of gush made of windmill
Made of salt, there is a sea made of hope-chest
And every word I speak prayin' to be opened by the night
With its belly full of angers, full of yield, full of shield,
For my wingspan
Teach me how the candle wax says thank you to the flame
Tell me how your mother says your name
Like an orchard going bloom
A doctor once told me I feel too much
I said so does god
That's why you can see the grand canyon from the moon
You're a telescope, a river bed, we're empty lockets melting into gold
We're hearts breaking, bread fold me and the napkin poem
Pull the tinsel from my hair from all the past I cannot let go
My gills are adjusting to the air
The story husk peeled from my bones
My bones know the song of our tears dripping from the faucet
Ticking like a metronome, I know there is better music
Even in this cabin full of fever
Tonight I'm catching nothing but the lightning bug
My body is a messenger
Transparent as a jellyfish
I wish for a heart you can see straight through
For a voice that glows in the dark
And a few really good friends... to skip moon rocks to.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherFUCK...ER!
All the best deceptions and the clever cover story, awards... go to you
So kiss me hard, 'cause this will be the last time that I'll let you
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Reason is the Devil’s greatest whore; by nature and manner of being she is a noxious whore; she is a prostitute, the Devil’s appointed whore; whore eaten by scab and leprosy who ought to be trodden under foot and destroyed, she and her wisdom… Throw dung in her face to make her ugly. She is and she ought to be drowned in baptism… She would deserve, the wretch, to be banished to the filthiest place in the house, to the closets.