Trying to think and questioning???

Why are you entitled
to stroke my stomach
like a turtle, upturned
vulnerable to the sun
burning.
i am capable of poetic words
it does not mean i have nothing to say
on my two way radio
flapping sapping the sap out of me
like a dying tree
underneath a capitulating Caucasian dream
flip side me, so i show my shell again
hard edges of desperation
separation from the sea side shore
I'm not sure, obscure witless anger
dice the apple ate i on core
pips displaying
raw
not needed to create the new tilled soil
grasp the earth
i am done with that
disarm
unarmed
no longer a farmer.

Butterflies dont fall in love with me

I lied to you,
told you I could dance on tables
that i could sing, the lyrics to,
i don't get around much anymore
play tenor sax,
I lied to you
to impress, saying sculpture were easy for me
portraits were a natural art
i could sew you a petty coat
i could captain a boat
wave goodbye to a crowd
i lied to you
i do not know Latin, nor Greek
i cant do calculus or
streak rainbows in the sky
for a child that is not mine
i lied
but be damned by it
i lied for a reason
its simple
i told tales
because i needed you
apologise i do
i can not see the shadows on the moon
nor can i draw down the flames of the sun
i tried to, believe me i did
the sweat was real, the perspire
butterflies don't fall in love with me
thats real.
I am not a liar.

Drink diving into the abyss

As i tyre
depressed grip
on the road of life
i swerve
to avoid another connection to somewhere
deflated
insulated, why did i create
this curator, again of rubber illusion
fusion, on the highway
not used to high
ways
ever
i always seem to dread the
cords ripped
stripped, and flipped like an egg
on the hub cap heated
unbuckled on the back seat
brake
take the given
of
last nights
beer
sorry baby
forever severing
your neck from the back seat
tension
the prison sentence.

Master Bates, slave trader,power

There for master
said it all in a whip lash
told me so
again and again and again
said it once and twice before
i ain't saying, he was a he after all,
he did to me
bled on the outside, and internally.
drove me,
to the edge of the field,
drove me through the night
drove me to the edge of my mind
i saw it it in his eyes, absolute delight
i is trying, master
i is dying master
i is falling, bastard
fell, bleeding again
insane this, I'm human master
ain't no donkey ass
I'm bleeding master
seething through my teeth
master, disaster of you,
take me home,
no boats to sail me east
no Africa on the horizon for me
I'm here to stay
master
bates,
you all must get off,
on this power
of this.

Tap

Tap
underneath the ice cap
tap
I cant breath anymore
tap
let the ice break, please
I swam
tap
i need to find the
tap
to
tap
to
tap
tip toe pressuring on the
tap
i am underneath the ice cap
tap
its right, no left, no north,
life flashing before your eyes
my love
my child
tap
breathless now
sink below
i tried
horrified
no answer to the
tap.

Yesterday was my birthday

yesterday was my birthday
it came to me and went away
like a kaleidoscope of colours
i feel enhanced and set to stray.
multitude of a thousand destinations
caught in a web of destitute Brazilian
prostitutes, whoaring, i pimped
sizzling, fizzing.
As if goose fat on potato's
creating, roasted
my brain on fire, thinking
toasting.
BBQ, you, are cooked on the outside
yet raw in the middle
I play on bow strings of the double bass
i fiddle upon the fiddle.
Treacle me, absorb the sauce
flailing one fine way
cook my age in absorbent times
yesterday was my birthday.

Ever glades end

Everglades
eyes, of alligators
creole of soul
on rye bread
fed
too much, and as such
teeth embedded, shredded, just because he said it
snapped to, hover boat
down his throat and staid
rotten too long
too many words can get caught
in the mouth of the speaker
end it while you can
end it while you
end it while
end it
end.

My skinny arms quiver
shiver, to the pain
on an axe, hard, Viking chisseled
do not detest
fester upon
flamenco
spanish tamborine
combine with nordic serene
horns on head
matador
boats sailed
to the north Atlantic
discovered faro and islands
paprika on orange sails
medditerainen
piillaged

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tuber
closes
psychosis
play
mind
find
it
in
you
breathing
heavenly
pump
heavy
chest
discovered
under
milk
wood
mine
sublime
covered
to
preserve
serve
your
master
disaster
faster
faster
fa st er
f a st er
f a s t e r
f a slow down
syndrome

A new jazz song, because, i can can

There is a dawn
breaking
A sunshine taking
a breath out of me.

A gamble
roulette
told you Mr saxophone
double bass
My mad embrace

A hold on me
for a million times
chipping at the gold face
save yours first.

A gamble
roulette
told you Mr saxophone
double bass
My mad embrace

i tripped in the street light
thinking of your touch
i wish to tell you, how love
does the such and such

I cant be the oppressor
not anymore
your eyes wink me awake
opens my closed mind some more

A gamble
roulette
I told you Mr saxophone
double bass
My mad embrace.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2009/aug/13/readers-recommend-unlikely-covers?commentpage=2

Just copy and paste the link, and youtube some of the suggestions, some quite brilliant renditions and translations of some real classics, I love it when music is heard through different ears and played with other peoples mouths.

Average, original quotes.

If you aim for the stars, by the time you reach them, you would be too exhausted to enjoy.


Who wants to be a millionaire, I wouldn't mind being a milliner, people need hats.


If you think of average, Burt Reynolds films are average, and we all know of Burt Reynolds, right?


The definition of success, your real friends have already left you, and the ones that are left only love your coat tails.


Someone asked me to be a motivational speaker, but I couldn't be bothered.


The main problem with aiming high, is you quite often miss a head shot, aim low, just use a high caliber.


In order to be remembered as a success, it appears you have to die, i have chosen to remain anonymous and live forever.


The day i become so successful i feel i need bodyguards, shoot me.


If your car has tinted windows, you really must have succeeded at something, mainly it's being a prick.

Pirates it is afterall

A vast amount of sky to breathe in.
Inhale and exhaust
mothers sunday
She cried, left us all and multiplied
against the grain.
A mast on the sail of a ten gallon ship
monkey hands and legs that gripped
caught on timber time
fine and sublime couture
ribbed back strapped lure
torture whipped.
sniff the tobacco of the vapor
when we lull, insecure
dive on the uneven deck
cards dealt, smelt on iron
fired on cannons east side
open windows,shadows gathered
with no conscience
i loved you
gallion sailed
watch tower
hailed to you
pirates failed in my heart
cut out with cutlasses
one eye patch to eradicate
fate?
i guess, are, it is.
Deck me
please me
cease me
no other ocean would i rather swim
and drown
a vast me hearties
sin.

Qweebles

So tell me about the Qweeble.
The Qweeble is so much easier to describe than the non Qweeble, which of course is ridiculous in color and smells of nectarines.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
Its a preferred non entity of mass non identification that its brother, the non Qweeble habitates in ferocity and hibernates amongst blind infuriating winter gales, telling chilling tales amongst gatherings of the non Qweeble family.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
Its daughters dance in passionate wheezes, trying to attract the lesser Qweebles from under growth, that at most, hide in another beings shadow, feeling, i guess, i don't exactly know, but feeble.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
I'm unable to tell you about them. I don't know the prognosis, but I'm aware, they stare at you from under the bushes, the hedges, the fences, the hences of, they hate us, they hate you, the ridicule.
QWEEBLE.
Oh, qweebles, yes, sorry if I felt the need to resist, Qweebles you say, I apologise, should have just gotten straight to the point, hope it was not missed,
Queebles, don't exist.

There is a moth

There is a moth
banging its head, against the light bulb in my mind, that said, I wouldn't want it to go away, stray, to another light source, stay, with me, please, keep tapping, rapping that rhythmic melody. Its fandango, tango, amuses me, the flapping of its wings, inspire, the choir of voices, to sing to me. A cathedral of echoes, i don't fully understand, comprehend, admittance, of the shrink wrapped sustenance. Fed. rally, and gather the forces, causes, petition and gist.
There is a moth
eating at my, sloth, slug, like, and yet angry, hungry and destructive, reconstructive, markings, its path with rainbow piss. Follow it, I dare you to, skid in it, drown in it, circumvent your it in it.
This is a children's story
There are no folk in the far away tree anymore. They grew up and began to explore the land above the clouds, that shrouds them now. They drew new pictures in their heads, when they were not forced, the historical ideals of a passing, ancient, yesteryear.
They witnessed nature in action, the transaction, of a caterpillar, eating, to form a cocoon, a nest, a hiber nation, sensation, to explore beyond, the naive teachings of under developed imaginations, and scientific explanations, developed and written amongst the humans evolved and creative cloth.
There is a moth.

none of the above by the strawheads.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Np45InnCR4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHO5KWIMZUo

Every word I say.

I'm dumb
founded
by an orientation
of,
for,
relapse and contemplate
collapse and spastic ate
cerebral relax and fornicate
if you wish
if you abide
dare to tango and trip
the lightning fantabolous
wear the cape and announce the
legend within
the hovel of the poor man
sin.
Drive the Oldsmobile
through a shopping mall
smile at the camera
enlightened, enthrall.
A licence to byways
my ways
a billion dollar sigh
ways
contemplate
regurgitate
and puke
dispute
every word that i say.

Elephant tusks, refined and played.

Ivory, danced on by, patellas
Elbows, launched, skywards,
Knees, and all
because, it's the picture in my mind.
falling on to elephant tusks, carved
along side ebony,
white
elaborate, we won't starve
this music clears my mind
in the southern part of Indiana
I found the reason i became
in the sprawls of Indianapolis
the psychiatrist called my name.
I shot ,a thousand loads of reason
a bullett loaded with treason
yet I survived
and existed.
Lived along side a new family
the face, so open
I never knew
beauty could arrive
and never leave.
played on elephant tusks
dead and yet so alive
vibrations reverberate
through decades played, inside my mind
ivory.
I heed to the mighty beast
culled for
Tusks
speared for no other cause.
fallen on patellas
a hollow ghost
I played upon.

Cerebral Omelette

I recently fell in love. I wasn't planning to, it wasn't an event on my horizon, it sort of crept up on me, it wasn't diarised, I was single, thinking existence was peachy, no gaps needed filling, and then, bam, there she was, creating a gap that i didn't know needed filling!. Yet she was right.
I have only been in love once before, when i was but a child at the age of 18, but this is a mature love, it shrouds me in a cloud of security.I wear it every day. I rub my hands together in satisfaction and glee. I'm a poet, I make no apologies for that, she has made that make sense, no longer a teenage fantasy, I'm a 33 year old, adult male, and she is a constant tapping on my brain, whisking the yolk of my cerebral omelette.
A writer needs a muse, that's what I heard, in lyric absurd, see i am doing it already, a steady beat, tip tap, dum dum, tip tap, dum dum, it is a pulse in my head, fed.
I forgot how love felt.
I could describe it, i could tell you, the reader, how it is. I could compose a sonnet, I could describe my imagination, the torments of dreams, that's easy, it's what I do. Yet to allow you to glide, inside, that's more difficult.
I am not intentionally being patronising nor condescending, I hate people like me. So why am I doing this?
Just to provide an answer of some descript. It can happen.
My mind has been scrambled for some time now. I could have given in. I didn't. I made a cerebral omelette instead. She came in. and ate.
Don't hate me for this. I fell in love, and will prove, through my writings, that it was worth it.

Drown the Witch

Seers can predict the future, apparently, fortune tellers, tarot readers, horoscope writers, palmists, you get the gist, all future predictors. I am pretty much convinced that you can not, in any way, shape, or form, predict the future. Yet, for some bizarre reason, with the back up of millions of pounds of technological equipment, including satellite images etc, weather people, still claim, that they, the modern day witch, can, in fact, predict the future!. And not only can they do this, they convince millions of people around the world, that they can do it as well. Can I let you into a little secret, they can't, they are the prince of bullshitters.
Perhaps, at a stretch, they can tell you how tomorrow may turn out(although this is so often wrong), but they have the audacity, the sheer cheek, to try to tell us what will happen at the weekend, or the next week, or, the most laughable of all, how the summer is going to turn out. They attempt to tell us the direction of tornado's, the likelihood of a tsunami, where there may be an earthquake etc, etc. YOU CAN NOT PREDICT NATURE YOU BUNCH OF OVER EDUCATED, TOO WELL FUNDED, IMBECILES!!
As you may be able to tell with the tone of my capital letters, i don't like the weather people,(perhaps it is because I'm British) I'm sure if you bask in a mediterranean, sub Saharan, mid Australian, Bedouin, aboriginal, fly infested, no water within 100 miles, kind of place, you may think the weather guys are pretty accurate, to quote from the British TV series, The Fast Show,"El Scorchio"!. However if you live anywhere where the weather is interchangeable, where you actually have seasons, where mother nature can simply change her mind, it is completely unpredictable. No matter what equipment you are using, an earthquake can happen at any moment!, a tornado can touchdown anywhere! It can rain tomorrow!
Do me a favour, don't try to predict long term weather, just don't do it. Its irritating, you are not seers, your equipment is no where near sophisticated enough to determine the future. And for those wishing to know the weather, look out the window, that's what it's like, but expect it to change, at any moment, because that's what it does. Oh, and if you are one of those Bedouin, Aborigines, living under a permanently blue sky, praying for rain, SWAP, because here in the UK, our summers last but for mere days!!!, even I can predict that!