Michael J Martin

Damned to Drown

2011-03-04T13:42:00.002Z

Oh how long I have waited to feel your touch
hour on hour, decade upon decade
the cake layer of time
marked on the cerebral cell walls

The gnashing of teeth, calcium crumbling
into the chasms of the mouth
clenched, as is the rodeo riders buttocks
a migrane little more than seconds away

Stomach lurching like a galley on acid seas
tears of the captain forced to cry
a flag, flailing, falling and failing,adversity writhing
sinking into the oceon of depression,
be damned to drown.

2010-11-05T14:48:00.001Z

Today I find myself worrying about tomorrow. Tomorrow I will find myself worrying about yesterday.

The love sage

2010-11-03T13:12:00.003Z

Tender phantom tower
little finger caressing slightly
autumnal leaves flowing and falling
earth bound lightly.
Haunting cerebral hot against treasures blue
Picasso sweet and divided
there is the love and kisses cheek
rules of passion abides.
pine wood staking in the forest
bark like a puppy needs
forget forbid, forever forsooth
dipping the deeds
I shall tip my toe in the mud
because I could and the needs indeed
enrapture causes a diamond mind
to plant a summer seed.
I forget you
I forbade true, let the kind
I believe a man that needed hue
cry and save the dew of my mind.
yellow leaves across and angry
tits of birds on fat balls indeed
hold my hand weak and angst
chicks open beaks and feed.
mom, i cried in a silver coconut
fortunes predicted a decadent decision
shivering finger nails
cut amongst an incision.
I missed the fog on orange bloom
amongst the rooms of sunsets craved
bumble bees flew away and crying
their minds destroyed and caved
it's that time at a weekend
where I tumbled a thousand days
frigid for thoughts
aim and send my friend.
where is the tower of thoughts
I just want to lay next to you
soul voices scatter next to me
or do i wander oh so true.
and so the unforgiven cries
if this judgement prays for all
we can not hail this unforgiven
through decadence short and tall.
trust in me I beg of y'all
the life of extinguished mind to hurt
this petite prey i threw amongst shoulders
when the angels argued amongst the curt.
And yet the yellow fawn is part of us
the discovery of the passage
the piano player is all amongst us
the monster of the love sage.

Sugar Cola Cubes

2010-08-16T16:36:00.002+01:00

Introspective mathematics
a merged butterfly camouflage
on a buddleia purple
against a sky
I cry every day for my father
sugar cola cubes tinted with redness
hover intently and collapse.
The immersion heater scolds me
it is my intensity
do you know how easy this is for me
rummaging through the gut of my mind
to find the intestines of cerebral sheep
that I count, 1 2 3
every fucking night like a little bo
Yo
count with me I beg you with a crook
thieving from history.
stealing in an obscure rectangle that describes the collapse
of a universal relapse
retrospective
mathematics.

snipette

2010-08-04T15:50:00.002+01:00

Stab of yellow
streaks silently across canvas
a hay day sunrise peeps
seeps the stalker, taller
from the under growth
to the over shrink
gatherings of dirty, rusty nails
flail up hill to solar light
in fields we erupt
to gaze
to make this day our own.

Tilted perspective

2010-08-04T15:45:00.002+01:00

A Prussian blue washes
over me from head to toe
a violent varnish
encasing
locked in statuette silence
ultra marbles spiders weep
a hue so alive
in the entanglement of chaos
misfortune less
the reigns of spectrum
oceans depth
to ozone hues.

Forgive the rapist

2010-07-24T18:15:00.002+01:00

High lighted on a shadow freeway
angels feeding on my rib cage
it is my lottery day
the breeze, it blows and billows my way.
Tears drench the rouge of my cheek
a lonely prostitute roaming a Parisian street
to provide for a child whose father is a passage
a regret, a run away, a rage.
Lay in bed, lay in a street, lay in a faint
of destitution, absolution
pollution of body and mind
until the salt water drowns you and me both
in a broth of hurt and regret
baby of mine fields
Shields protection
you need education and smacking of brains and lips
of rescue and obscure
pips seeded in fields
bred like rats on heated somersets morn
rape seed raided
fed because he don't recognise me anymore.
I'm just a dirty whore of pig millions
a plethora of insipid stripped bacon poetry
a motion of a shadow in darkness
bled to death
gave birth to a sack of beauty
lost my life to a cutie of indescribable
bible talk
my baby walked and progressed
unlike the mother I became
she will live free of the cells of
castration,
infatuation
that mother fucker who killed me
that mother fucker who created you
I forgive Him

Unforgiven raptures

2010-07-18T03:15:00.002+01:00

Reverse and breathe
a Gypsy ride
inhale and seek
disturb the pride
of my first love.
succeed I must on heather grey
on knees I fall in dust
and prey
in the sky to swoop
on down, in me
her locks of gold
I still
in mist
conceive.
Where art thou?
my history that painted
the becoming of the beginning
the reason of the sinning
the end of the story
the aftermath of a glory
I can not seek to comprehend
I can not beg for
its very end
stone me
in a quilt, a blanket
stag dear antler me
prick, pause
tick tock the claws
still ,in a highland mist
protrudes in a Salmon river
the thoughts of you
a dusty bonded book on shelves
mimic me on thoughts that delve
within a depth charge
lethargic cat lick dry like tongue
sip the sap of the cork tree hounded
by a wolf that sounded in after thoughts
taught its cubs internally
on me
in me
see me
explore me
ask me
two decades pass and she is still instill
me.
Perhaps a question of unforgiven raptures
a ceiling of uninterrupted laughter
a sign on a deserted back street collapses
for no one to hear
misdirected in a passage of tears
I still stare at an image of shadows
ghosts of hurt and withered dreams
of wintered hopes and times discreet
I claim my land and hope to gain
this former love one day
remain.

2010-07-02T14:04:00.002+01:00

beyond doubt

2010-06-26T17:28:00.003+01:00

I acquired a wired piece of wood
the grandfather in the neighbourhood
told me that's why i could
release me and the family
away from this poor blood
would teach me gutter gathering gung ho
take me fairy tale above the below
don't matter if I'm black or I'm white
strum beyond the after thought of the night
the moon don't command me anymore
the cigarillos don't conduct the smoke
the floods didn't conduct me
New Orleans
on high over protection frequency
better than the soul less of new york
I drown in your Blondie
delved beyond the obvious
the second street of cause and caustic embrace
laced with silk i crave
you will never get away from the new Orleans grave
Me and Kathryn tripping on the Mississippi steamer
me with draws pulled tight
her with an after glow all through the night
we were winning, y'all may lose
yet we conducted ourselves with decor
the pistol barrel chested lawyer blow
his voice announcement did not phase
the two of us
for me and the K have done more than this
between us.
Call me a cheat?
you god damn shit
that's when she reproduced the pistol within
the abyss of my pocket
spun me around
that accuser fucker hit the ground
with a bullet in the chest
and she smiled at me
and we both
took a dive
into the Mississippi
and washed up on the shore bank
having taken the particular bank out
we will now run for our lives
no matter how many times we are cursed
and dispersed
little J will be educated
and our myth will shout!
it takes a real couple
to survive
beyond all
beyond width
beyond height
beyond doubt.

The confederates and the Union

2010-06-23T02:28:00.007+01:00

I swore allegiance to Castro
stood in the book store window
or was I just a myth?
a labyrinth of conspiracies
F.B.I enhanced
brain collapsed on the limousine trunk
enhanced
by a black and white vision
a 1960's television that danced
his brain and cells interior
communist fell melt, felt inferior
the vision caught installed
I was that sniper
on the grassy knoll.
Exploded for all the globe to see
the dreams of a nation fell with me
how long before Obama's caught
amongst progressions after thought
on a street car named progression and desire
we write his name on the ambition pyre
sent up, in another Havana cigar
smoke billowing within an open top car
another scape goat victimised
for I got away within the politicised lies
myself and at least four other shooters
deleted from the encyclopedia
obsolete from history, actions mooted
I was, indeed one of the hobos under that bridge
I was one of those recruited and did what I did
again, one day, for the CIA?
Barrack may go in just the same way
progression democratically does not suit our way,
there is too much oil in the world today
a southern stronghold will always pay
we may not have won the civil way
but the Confederates will triumph
will always remain aloof
and yet our victory will stay anonymous
for the Union will never gain the truth.

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Balance on a tip toe

2010-06-18T15:51:00.003+01:00

The seventies cry a thousands tears
black school upon Afros wired
I begged a chess piece
swim amongst live pried
You trod on a piano
ivory and ebony enhanced
danced and romanced
fancies in a bow tie lanced
The ballerina balanced on a tip toe
just so
Gypsies dance go go,you resent me
foresee, upon the tarot cards
the picture hard of a Greek chewing
Annunciation
the place being, upon my spasm
its not even a humanisn we
shelve to dissolve in a cup of water
on a mahogany of a an alter
to shelter under the breath of god
minted. scented. absconded,
the veins of my arms
perverts fears
the seventies cry
a thousand tears.

Insanium

2010-06-05T13:33:00.003+01:00

Audio for the following poem

Before me and after words

2010-06-04T21:23:00.004+01:00

I intertwined a thread of theology
of obscure announcements and deliverance
of country lanes and banjo playing
religious gospel singing and sayings
in motel rooms with hand guns hidden
porno movies playing on forty cents television
reliving in a twentieth century apparition
ain't no god going to deliver or provide a decision.
Yet they came forth and took us unwelcome
my love and I without a warning
swarming like hornets,what was I supposed to do
I had to protect her, so pumped the bullet's out
and she died before me
I saw her face die expressionless. cold
hold
on to her hair and i pray
spattered in a vision of three dimensional vision
I entangle and say
not her
I regress and concur with your petty
cop cries
she dies in my arms
she dies in my arms
she dies
reload
below the chin
there aint a word
anymore like sin.

The opera of submarine fingers

2010-06-04T18:05:00.003+01:00

An opera they cling to my fingers
and the underneath of my hand
holds like an octopus
babies stickies claws I hope progress
beyond me and remain fond
into knuckles we must recognise
sings in a note of a clasp
relapse
and draw on an ink spurted easel
black squid, insipid the denial
I crave to curtail
the mollusk clinging to an alien rock
asking who the father and mother was?
This Opera denies me a levity of the sky beyond
the rock pool
the stool of a mind I hated
felt degenerated beyond sea
weed me like a pond
respond i plead you
Please I beg you

with tears in my eyes
encapsulated like a mind submarine
the depth of dark is cold and true
it always lingers
like the original fingers

Entangled promiscuity

2010-06-04T15:51:00.004+01:00

This entangled ingenuity that allows me to cry
my own poetic promiscuity
delving into an artistic archeology
like a leap of the ancient bull to glory.
Horns glaring towards my face
I dodged without disgrace or pause
flexed my muscles and perplexed
Minoan island civilisation
destroyed by a volcano
did you know
the tumble of the mind vexed
crashing ash like a cigarette of today
on lungs pounding during
sounding through a voice of modern
tumble
He drew a breath through a saxophone
ancient and relax
caustic lungs on fire just for today
drawing a breath from yesterday.
Eruption
consumption multiplied through assumptions
provided
divided and given notes
hope
on a ancient Greek island
made of sophistication and sand
beyond the tongue twisted lands
music of the muses
amuses even on a horizontal
me.
This entangled reason to be a matador
Jazz,
Fedora
a hat to wear on the shore of a beach i adore
we
two thousand years of consumption
mixed in a blender
of splendour or die
to reveal the promiscuity
of the entangled obscurity
that allows me to be confused
and cry.

http://mikejmartin.mypodcast.com/2010/06/entangled-311129.html

K and the lilly sugar coated cigarretes

2010-05-28T18:09:00.008+01:00

the whole white petal assumes
blooms, with the pollen of nectar
the sun, radiates and encapsulates
the figure of the sun shines im a springs mind
breath within, candy coated cigarette sticks
bought for you in a sweet shop free plastic tubs
held your hand
yet you stand in adverse reaction
retraction to the genuine
offer
the spire of the church casts a shadow, in the lane, we will dance
amongst the eighteenth century cemetery, days romanced
you, and only you, in lily white
amongst the seasons i guessed
progressed, just a little further
upon the harshness that is you.
Yet still the Lillie's scent
in my absent,
because i can not be there with you
might as well be an Atlantic storm away
and yet the letters i scroll will reach out through time
no matter what
you may one day be mine
With no regression into the shadows
i tried to hold your hand with no regrets
amongst the field of Lillie's
the steam train laid low and alone
amongst the budlia pollen
and the bag of sugar coated cigarettes.

Amongst the planets and the Moon

2010-05-28T10:09:00.002+01:00

I flew amongst the planets and the moons
the pumper nickles of a universe behest
the questions the request
the stifling thoughts of a yester decade
the wonders of why of observers
waiters hanging on, being the servers
of silver service contemplation on a plate
of see, food and eat it all up
with a nap
kin attached to the waste
try to address the problematic, static, automatic
revulsion of my sin
yet I did it without fear
although the tear that dropped, pained my cheek
turning rouge on rough on rapid
chique
the salty water falls, ignore the collapse
relapse if you can in to love
let it encapsulate, drown you
suffocate the very being of what you do
fill your lungs
a heavy chest of treasure
it can not arrive too soon
as I flew amongst the planets
and the moon.

Inside the Insanium

2010-05-28T09:21:00.013+01:00

when i stepped inside the Insanium
the heat blasted my already ruddy cheeks
as the soft cell walls greeted me like a parakeet
squawking in anger, with a high pitched screech
clawing from the inside out
the shouting in colours of turquoise and uber marine blue
trying to inject me through the force of a thousand men
the sweat of angst trembled on the peak of my nose
one arm clinging to the craggy faced dew
this apparition of Insanium within a gilded cell
will not allow myself to dwell on why I am here
fear, in a sound wave of microscopic pitch
where I abandoned my mind in the cerebral dirty ditch
raped on the buffalo plains angst of existence
feather boa of a peacocks eye accompanied the dance
arrested and entangled amongst arms
it will not work anymore will it? my charms
I'm committed to the Insanium
a planetarium of alternative thoughts
nurtured in the scene house of my life
glass enhancing the sun cells
like a to my ma to plants
apologies, as fertiliser
shit on shit for me
handcuffed and bound
I ran out of furtive ideas
it left me dumb
inside the Insanium.
calculations of a mathematics equation
passion of a lower angle persuasion
the ten gallon ship sailed south long ago
through the history of my genetic ocean
my burnt matter needs an application of lotion
to protect it from the ultra violent fight
I will rub the cracks and crevices of cells
until I find what is making my mind ejaculate
wait for the coming
of an answer
I wish I had no longer begun
to scroll on the walls in blood
these open veins of thoughts and ideas
intense intrusions
within, the Insanium.

I grew strong

2010-05-15T17:35:00.004+01:00

He died, my father, and i grew strong
belonging to his heart and soul
to his blood, I ran through rigmarole
and chanced, danced, through the midnight
the moonlit pretty stars of a universe
my father died and yet I grew strong.
the fiddle played and yet we craved
to lie in a meadow on that summers day
to laugh and cry in equal hour
till the time grew different
untill the taste turned sour,
and i loved a part of you
and wished till the day drew long
that my daddy didn't die,and that I grew strong.
I hope my life never grows incomplete
that the cancer never caught him, obsolete
that the bitches in hell come and see me first
the Satan's sons feel to outburst
the spawn of sins and memory relapsed,
because maybe its my time to make their heart collapse
don't ever take my father away
because this time I will address, this point again
there is no sun to shine no more
without a hand to catch you before you fall
I cant stop loving you
its what i do
i write poetry about it,
You gave me the strength daddy
to live tall and long
but you passed away, and yet I grew strong.
I will arm wrestle with the Devil himself
challenge him to absolve, and give in
challenge his chess game, his chest gains
his thoughts and his sins
just to keep you daddy close to me
so the nature of souls cant take you away
because it was way too brief
and i am way too long
that a decade passed
and kept in,
and I still grew strong.

My first actual Rap

2010-05-13T08:06:00.002+01:00

seems like I don't you no more
but I'm going to get to know you like i knew you before
before the times grew bad and the tastes turned sour
I'm going to take the hands of time and wind them back another hour
I'm going to show you
all the things that you can own
the possessions you can have
cause they're only a stones throw away
if that's what you really crave
have peaceful memories to take to your grave
you don't have to kill another man to get what you deserve
life's not mapped out, it don't follow on a curve
no one told you. yall had to be a habitual criminal
living in a cage like a mother fucking animal
people say"go on rehabilitate yourself"
but rehabilitation is like putting yourself through hell
i never knew a single person that been through cold turkey
didn't end up, acting king of quirky
its got to be you have to see
you have to realise the difference between you and me
no matter how many times I'm gonna tell you in the day
we're gonna do it right now
gonna do it my way
taking time, taking effort
its all in the mind
lets look and we shall seek
see what we can find
pressure may be maximum
results may be minimal
don't die in a cage
like a god damn animal.

Baby.....

2010-05-13T03:57:00.003+01:00

Shaved head, beard trimmed
part of becoming a legend, a part of the machine
the obscure,the obscene
switching lines and rhymes
moving between paragraphs and lines
not caring for form
there's a hunting season going on
triple barreled rifle and a taste for blood
shadows dance on lap poles for me
from the top of skyscrapers i see
everyone and everything
in apartments and streets obscured to most
lying down through the cross hairs
moist and wet
hunters going to get what he gets.
Korea advisor said
"you wont amount to shit son, hall logs for a livin"
screw that bitch, I'm killing,I'm sinnin,i livin now
first one i took out
on the doorsteps of the career steps
he accepts
it
now!
then the mask applies
Venetian style, take my kids to school
never said i couldn't breed,never said i couldn't feed
the family, although in my case
the Don says all
but my suit and tie gives me credence
don't it?
I amounted to the top of most peoples persuasions
to mothers judging eyes i was able
to dress the daughter in gingham and bows
even if I didn't abide by your laws
In Laws
they had to
bye bye,they ordered me too, Big Frankie and the crew
I'm just a simple man, hired for a job
seen my face,its a disgrace but I'm not intelligent enough
to , to to, to, to,
stop hitting me baby
i told you the truth
i told you of love
I can't not do this baby
baby
baby.
I can't cry enough.

Vegas and All

2010-05-13T03:07:00.002+01:00

So we took out the debts and went gold digging
in a place our kids couldn't find us
a golden glow with sand in our face
unshaven, undressed, a total disgrace
betting on red and black on rats in a cage
raindrops on windshields and cops allowing us
tip of the hat and a hundred dollar bribe
as many drugs as we can take,as many as the phony doc can prescribe.
Six bullets in the chamber of commerce
the bank manager will not answer me back
tied up with his employees bloody in the face
let me in the safe,be safe,just in case
I've gone crazy on silver dollar lane
insane mother fucker, no time for you
i jumped the line,hit the Teller
I'm not the husband,I'm that other fella
the one you were attracted to in the first place
the one who struck the guy in the cinema for looking at you
all different
well I'm back, like the
proverbial massive attack,
I'm not wearing the tie or sleeves
I'm not seeing the kids the achieve
Mints on the counter
ropes bound the work mates
twenty seconds before the blues arrive
i don't give a
dollar whore who survives
i ain't slept for sixteen days,i cant control my words or me
I'm a part of my own satisfaction
strap me to the electric chair,I'm taking you all with me,see
especially you honey,me and you,
one or all will bleed.
ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five
better
four,three,two,one
son
_____________________________________

intertwined mind

2010-05-01T20:58:00.002+01:00

Coon hunting way on south way
hounds sniffing on Mississippi bay
to track those black and whites on branches
divide on a pick up truck
likely all give us up
but I'm moving, disapproving
to change
into an Englishman
like the
wake up call
in a motel
for tell
I'm trying to digress
progress
hello, how are you
how do you do
with a bowler hat and umbrella
I told you i was that other fella
Jekyll and hide
behind
the soon
the raccoon
and squirrel hunt
for the brain to eat
in the marble playing south
the rolley hollers
living in backward squalor's
I do not appreciate the lines that are fed
noodling for Flatheads
I'm a
inbred
in bread
gentleman
crumpets and times be gone
south north east and west
you may never know
which way is best

For this the English countryside

2010-05-01T18:31:00.004+01:00

A sensual being
rides the mist over heather
with purple days and pollen nights
the skies, transformed
a mix of hell weeping green ghosts
night owls and bat seeks
unshaven angles of mountainsides
hills and meadows divided high
cut with walls
appals my mind
for this, the English countryside.
I hover over a canvass
with oil dripping from trays
my hand is a spectrum tattooed
with colours of the evening
serene, the scene
I try to cultivate like the plants
laugh, like Sylvia Plath could not
who are you black shoe,
I am but the eye
for this, the English countryside.
Rub my knuckles in the dirt
and wash upon the white
mix the trouble, of the skies setting
the oils and water from natural springs
birds and underground voles
moles, squeaks and sings
they must of course bow
with baton in paws
and confide
to the orchestra
for this, the English countryside.
I fell asleep on downs of spring like
encased in leaves all brown and hue
inspired by autumn,spring and summer
winter dreams the gales blew through
yet still I painted this mercy of trouble
to mount one day in a hall applied
be framed for all to look upon
this, for all to stand in awe
our grandeur
English
countryside.

Denial of a childrens spirit

2010-04-16T18:00:00.002+01:00

I'm smiling in spite of circumstance
teeth like a horizon
hoping that you hold on to me
the children i don't have
eyes caressing me through my impotent
an unfinished sentence
i wished i could complete
through a sunset you never believed
a bitter thought
i couldn't conceive
that bounce of a baby in a sunset
that non committal regret
changing of nappies
and breakfast feeds
of teats lactating
milk fibre and progress of genes
i crave to pass on intelligence
minus my hatred
plus my need and my love
romance and the ability to dance
the written word
subtract the absurd
child
I need you.
although i would try
multiply
in an instance
and yet
I deny.

Jaw chewing

2010-04-16T17:10:00.002+01:00

I'm biting the inside of my mouth
clawing at gums and circumstance
where the devil and angels meet
on a cross barrier
a fortified teeth grinding
sensation
an apprehension
a comprehension
of a jaw clenched
like a boxer in a brawl
a man on his knees
during the street crawl
begging for dollars and recognition
playing a guitar just to make
ends meet and romance
do you hold my tongue truer
than yours
you know you can't dispose
in a rivers end
wrapped in a bag of parts to a friend
holding back and spine
extinguish the scent with a hint
of lime and fruit
pursuit by the cops
cut off your hair and become naked
to escape
to dodge
I ain't going back to jail
to the chair i can't relax in
never will the Lords forgive my sin
put the bullet in my head
better off dead.

The who of are. Evoloution Charles

2010-04-16T16:35:00.003+01:00

I sensed your scent across the cross
the angry winds
the entrails of a destination
amongst the heather, purple
and blue within the honey due
to you, and the bees produced
soldiers ordering and workers feeding
and ants in the nest and hive
an evolution of breeds
in a thousand years time
adapted Darwinian predictions alive
to survive.
morphed and realised
a combination of a native
winged and walking
loving and stalking
pollen and finding the ground
Braille and sound
Ant bee, pollen of the honey and the aftermath
on the plants and leaves
me
hanging dry
environmental
crazy and sentimental
crying and sober
its all a part of the natural order
a dictation
evolved
solved
my meditation took me too far
its almost av ant Garde
yet I painted it all anyway
on a canvass of desperation
of inspiration
Charles I stand in awe
for in this thousand year of time
you are still the who
of are.

The Mist

2010-04-12T02:14:00.002+01:00

I dreamed
because of you and circumvented
on a wisp of clouds
a vapour
I mist
you.
I flailed and floundered
the beached dolphin
of sin and desperation
tired and interpretation
to find land and sand
and the blow hole suffocated
I tried
to appease and pleas
went begging
on a shore ditched land
with only castles
built by
me and the sea.

The Ghost

2010-03-27T17:28:00.003Z

The ghost
that lives in a happiness and yet
tosses and turns
rediscovering a time
a tick of a tock
a child and a second
born
does not make the cogs right
the intricate mechanisms
die
on the bed of the real life.
I loved you in a bald realisation
a cheerleader
English major dehumanisation
yet I seek alternatives
because of my own unhappiness
change me
i beg
change me
my children are perfect
unlike this sticky relationship
where my own dawn is false
the evenings are because
a tie us, to a pole
like a horse to a foal, will be with you
because you are the father
Tis true.

dressed to kill

2010-03-21T10:21:00.002Z

Tuxedo
served as a silver service
waiter
the ideal assassin
more salad sir
stabbed through the back of the neck
more salad sir
bled out
he can not shout
nor scream
bad service
a harvest of the mind
dressed to kill
to pepper mill
to fulfill a dream i longed for
why
the bow tie even of a yesteryear
when he announced a reduction
of jobs to my father
we lost the house and scraped
by
bye bye
twenty years of festering
this is my law
tuxedo.

Johnson says his is...

2010-03-12T11:13:00.003Z

Johnson called it an expedition
a pathway to perfection
a cleansing claustrophobic
life absorbing self cathartic
introduction to a container containing
anger and self destruction.
I call it a trip into the mind of ridicule
and sarcasm, an entity of a city
skyline with smoke billowing
and innuendo twisting and spilling
contrite only for itself on days
it chooses and chews and regurgitates.
You may call it whatever you desire
on the weekends or an evening
with the ones that you love
or the dreams of the ones that you hate
its an internal cerebral debate
Johnson and I and you
are not even sure of what It is
but its there, isn't it
inside of us
the middle, the hole,
the something that's missing
Its indescribable
isn't it?

Mass confusion

2010-03-12T11:05:00.002Z

Dragged
through the mire with the desire
to end
classical music of the eighteenth
century plays along
accompanying along side my mind
nagging
voices that never tire
constant, several different ones
its five
its seven
its four
its blue
its black
its green its eight
its up
its east
its blue its eight its west its black
dragging
through the mire
the wind is chilling
the trees, dance, finger wrapped
breaking the suns rays
speckled fragments of which
touch my face
I think I will sleep in the woods
tonight.

The straw boated man

2010-02-21T18:57:00.003Z

The straw boated man croons
his battered guitar sings with strings along
waves are crashing as the fishermen
plays, a catamaran fights
the wind and wins
a carnage of flags and palm trees
bow
in ordnance to the dance
of the seagulls pirouettes on invisible thermals
only they can see, and hold, and romance
The gentleman sat to my right
is slowly basted red
although no sun has shed
in half a week
so the sangria is doing its job
I laugh inside, and realise
that my tan too is finalised.
A troll sits on the sea front wall
performing fellatio on a mint choc ice cream cone
a troll? perhaps a she teen
I try to focus and take it in
a bridge is left unguarded I fear
a tear
From the wind breakers
on my cheek
as the cone ejaculates green
on her second chin
and I weep.
It is time to return the cell of an apartment
retire my desire
prey for fire and warmth
the sea front closes
disclosure
I flip a Euro to the straw boated man
and sleep, weep
in the salty
aftermath
spanish legs raised
can can.

I met a Muslim and a Scotsman

2010-02-21T18:31:00.004Z

It is no ones fault
except the forecasters who sold
the beds in the first place
I met a Muslim and a Scotsman
who swore in Arabic and Celt it had never
ever
happened before
the coffee liquor
and Quantro, may help me sleep tonight
to ignore the dust and stained sheets
and continue the fight.
A tattooed man smiles you see
he may be looking for someone like me
to explain the best bus routs to travel on
or the train I should board. to catch
I fasten the patio windows
double secure the latch
yet tonight I shall sleep
that much I guarantee
the house wines in my head
from the nightmare afternoon
yet it will, on a twist
set me free.

Do you fancy changing the world together?

2010-02-21T17:14:00.003Z

Do you fancy changing the world together?
with your blue eyes and mine of black
reversing the aneurysm
the heart attack
instigating a reason to butterfly effect
a porcelain skin, i crave
grave and willing on an inlet
ship out and deviate
on menus we can not afford,
do you want to change the world together?
we dont understand and yet we trans pond
on a lillypad of time
spawn of cream and cry
I ate a tear and try to respond.
forever is not long enough for me
we saw a soar rising sun in the middle of nextyer year
a shadow danced in a ghost in an eighteen wheeled V
banjo Ally was all it found
do you want to change the world with me?
they say its impossible
it could never be done
but I travelled to insania, and found
a laughing insecurity, a fellow place
in my mind
it's a retrospective bareback ride
that I need to saddle forever
do you fancy chaining the world together?

Sentinel sentiment.

2009-12-27T18:52:00.003Z

A cardinal scared and petrified
in a rock of roll and religion
peaked hat to forgive and emulsify
to climb above
and reach so high.
A priest of putrid sewage of language
spouted in abnormal times
embedded of a page
boy how did this look
in the middle, central eye.
Sir I will, and leave as a testament
a sentinel sentiment
a soldier to protect God in a thousand year myth
how dare you try
to dismiss this.
Layers so intertwined
I just lost interest in this rhyme
it is easy to dismiss this purified myth
I hope you all take the point of this.

I miss her

2009-12-20T22:34:00.003Z

I miss her,
especially with the frosting's here on in
the English countryside bled white
ice and degrees zero
no longer heroes
blond haired and actual
I miss her
with the tree mounted and decorated
tinsel tasseled as a scarf
craved to be part of a family gone
away, torched in brandy
I miss her.
The empty bed, solo no glow anymore
I crave her delicate voice and thoughts
sounds only
throats obscured, insecure, fused and melted
I miss her.
tantamount climbing a face
again and again in my head
slipped, somewhere amongst the ascent
decent, too fast, lost my legs
I miss her.

X M A S T I M E xxx

2009-12-17T21:43:00.001Z

Tis that time of year once again
when children glow amongst the lights on pine
awaiting Santa to descend down chimney pots
amongst the mince pies and alcohol beset to dine.
Whispers amongst parents, heard under pillows
a thousand secrets over years of time
will he, or wont he, am I good or bad?
the charades of anticipation in the noel bribed rhyme.
The glow of a nose guiding a sledge of truth
without Jesus nor God, just the red and the white
the snow it may tumble on the cards of the past
the decadent minced on pies of cartwheels delight.
Even the non believer can not stare into the eyes
into the son or the daughter and melt like the snow
with the history of pillow cases filled with gifts and no regrets
the dimmest cynical lights can illuminate and glow.
And so this is Christmas, beyond childhood pain
lets make it a new one, beyond the history we once knew
and gather a promise, amongst shadows of snow
this is glad tidings with white over blue.
So parents relax, within a knowledge of the myth
just as there ma and pa did on one winters eve
although we claimed, we would never do this
the power of Christmas forced us all to believe.

Cherubs we can not see

2009-12-14T22:04:00.006Z

Cherubs faces etched in a stone plinth
ready to cry in a rain fueled mind
moss gathered on the cheeks of angels
Botticelli engraved, marbled to find.
Dry side against the rain scoured east
the back of the hand rubbed and imbibed
friction of forensics lighting the timber
persecuting the jurisdiction written subscribed.
An ornamental, committed to the wards
nurses and doctors caressing the cells
angels of non believers, hallowed the grave
tramping on meadows, orienteering the fells.
Clouds lined with the silk of distrust and grey
of dust powdered like rouge on the buttocks so spanked
a pure voice of echos singing in a storm
a leader of men gathered, divided, and flanked.
Heaven allows him to divide and beset
to gather amongst the underworld in a fire of lava and rock
the dearest of the family held hands and clenched
we looked towards the sky unbelieving, no longer the angels mock.
The cherubs sang in a sarcastic tone
and the blood gathered all around me
next decades will be better
we pronounced in nebula we can not see.

The bridge, go forth.

2009-11-26T13:47:00.004Z

I wished to be decadent in a decade a plethora of miles away
where a silver glow slid on slides of mountains
and her eye lashes brushed against my heart
the end of a Hollywood film drowned with me in a siren of fountains.
The car stripped on a boulevard, whisky flows and never tires
sparkling wine of a valley in a feather boa wrapped around the neck
a waxed moustache tweaked and manicured in a flame of coal fires Christmas morn
we climbed and bid the captain hello, on the nineteen thirties deck.
spitfires and hurricanes fighting abroad,
a sword driven into a dress that flowed in a dance
I closed my eyes and dreamed of a place that is so far beyond
in a world that caressed the only things I became and dalliance.
golden haired and beyond a punishment
ivory and white tapping on polished floors
no more regrets, no more resentments.
Lets end the rules that made us stand and lay be out
bravado obrevado, I thank you and try to relax
be an observer, so enticed, I can only flout.
the cable cars conductor announced the tax
To the both of us I pay the ticket
Just to move on and give in I sway
San Fransisco bays and announces love
the golden gate bridge, go forth, and play.

Lost Muse

2009-11-26T12:33:00.003Z

A poet needs a muse, and without one, in the short term, one can draw upon the loss and anguish as an inspiration, but after a while, it is more difficult. I lost my muse, my inspiration, I wish it could change but apparently it can not be so. Sunsets and full moons, rolling landscapes, family and friends, can only deal so many hands as a contribution for a poet. A muse is an irreplaceable gap. I have taught myself to be strong in the past, and I will do the same in the future, but it does not stop me missing the challenge to impress the one person you wish to impress most of all. I miss you, I will not be the same, but perhaps I will be different in another way.

Ta Da

2009-11-20T09:20:00.002Z

A rancid ranch in which a cowboy falls
stalls and extinguishes his cigarillo
the ghost of the sand in which he trod
on his way to the prostitutes and the purple silk of a bordello.
Whisky on rye in a sodden glass
holster lowered a little lower than yesterday
threatened by the maddest part of an insane man
a coyote cries yet does not bay.
I watched her from a distance and grew to fall
fell in love with a silk worm dressed in a enigma
threw down at the first challenge and re addressed myself
ta da.
A bullet in the side of me
she scattered as I bled
don't mess with a cowboy inner self
do not touch the grey cells of a Yankees head.
There is a monument dedicated to my grandfather
it lies on a hill a thousand miles away
a bearded portrait is all I hold of him
yet amongst his grave I feel I lay.

Burning embers

2009-11-13T12:01:00.003Z

The spiders web sites a discovery on a dew dusk morning
Magellan straits and narrow his aim for the heart beats of scorning
discovery of a new passion and lesions, on a bare naked back
the touch of your lips sharpen then relax.
We tumble and fumble in a tog of goose feathers quilt
dug and hug in a passion of silt
I enter you and share the heart of my life in a cello of candid expression
a life time of anguish exposed in a neanderthal repression.
Yet it is all I know how to do for you,
without money of offers and gold digging true
the raw animal instinct that I hid for so long
the words I wrote to entice, the melody of a nineteenth century song.
Share the rest of your life with me
hold my hand and let us see what we were meant to see
I will chop the wood for the fire we craved
the burning embers of the passion
saved.

The town of Independence bleeds

2009-11-13T11:23:00.002Z

The sun set and I, smiled
through the relief and the reprimand that no longer
enticed me to dance
I wear a tuxedo with bow tie let loose around my bearded neck
drinking a complicated mixture of Tabasco and tomato
in a tall glass of exposure.
The lunar girl grabbed me by the hand and smiled
she invited me to the bedroom and we made love
the sun heated in appreciation
the night sky transformed, into orange and purple blues.
The cafe table of our life was set with coffee and sugar
sweet and black with a thousand adventures to discover
our very own waiter craved a tip in his hand
a silver service charge for leading this depression, through the a la carte land.
Then the jazz man hobo, sitting alone in the street, smiled a toothless smile
I held your hand closer, realising how lucky we are
I throw him a nickle, and his grin grows wider
my heart shrinks into the red, my thoughts grow milder.
So we sit by the river, watching the ships with lights sail by
I grasp you closer to me, afraid of letting the love drown
the body heat is all the insulation we need
on the banks of anonymous, the town of independence
bleeds.

One hundred years old

2009-11-13T09:30:00.006Z

So I reach a century and am decrepit
yet in my mind I dance on tap shoes and scream
amongst the cells locked in my mind I see
The trenches and incomprehension's
of a place I craved of peace serene.
I have reached the branch of life that has wilted
falling leaves of everyday I no longer want to gather
My fight was fought a half century ago
the children passed me by
I have no enemies left, I have no longer a foe.
Wheel me out to the piano bar and leave me
a statue of history who can not clean his own arse
grey follicles on a head of non descriptive imagination
I can no longer abide
this is my station.
Would you like me to guide you through the map that is life
circumnavigate through oceans of feelings
circumvent your emotion and ignore lust and love
evacuate the city of humanity
exist in the depth and not in the town of above.
For apparently I am one hundred years old
they asked me to tell the story of a triumphant life
I can not, I do not care
Look at me all you wish and crave and like
my soul is yours, to dissect and bare.

Aldus Phillies and his Amazing Victorian tunneling worm!

2009-11-07T04:04:00.005Z

The worm was forced to tunnel
through the blackness
heading toward the west coast
driven on
the only direction,
darkness down
ridden hard
to its destination.
The Congo no longer
a real invitation
after captures screams, the raptures
Serene, forced upon
to hold the beast, celebrates it capture.
Victorian circus whipped and slithered
amongst its cream of blood
humongous muscles that dived
through the clay and mud.
The worm dug the tracks, and im afraid it bled
the tunnel, Aldus Phillies cried
must be built in simply decades
the workers feared and died.
Towards the states united
the beast,
he was driven delved so frightened
yet his fortitude beyond redemption
Aldus remained enlightened.
He rode upon His back and swore
Give me the African river beast
I travelled south to tame Him
I order his sweat for now at least.
So the worm swam through the clay fields
heading towards the American shore
with a bleeding head of virtue
with Phillies wanting more.
The Victorian tracks did follow
as the engineer, he had planned
that nineteenth century connection
across the Atlantic dream expand.
The Congo worm, tamed, reigned and exhausted
never saw light at tunnels end
yet the train ran through to daylight
the English man would remain your friend.
Yet not to the captured Congo eel
although a promise had been made
with a grasping of a human hand
The worms fingers had been splayed
and doubted Oroonoko style
a promise to a prince extinguished
the railway and the bile
a life had been relinquished.
For the Congo one died in its passage
yet the tunnel from east to west
was made on the back of emptiness
and the African did its best.
So Aldus was rewarded
for the tunnel from Victorias land
and yet the five hundred thousand year old worm
died as it was born
in ancient sand.

Quantum Gravity, My little theory.

2009-11-04T14:23:00.003Z

I know very little about quantum mechanics, and even less about quantum gravity, having just watched a BBC documentary does not leave me anymore enlightened, apparently however, black holes are hard to explain, also, why or how the universe is expanding is also hard to figure out, and it is not from lack of trying. I have a theory, i have no idea if it could be in any way correct, but its fun to try. so here goes, What if we are in a black hole? What if the universe is not expanding but our own galaxy is shrinking, making the universe appears to be moving away from us, when in fact we are moving away from it, into a black hole that has been consuming us for, well, a long time. Maybe we cant see black holes, because we are in one, and the light from the outer universe we observe is dissapearing as we get pulled in to the mouth of our black hole, there is apparantly a black hole at the center of every galaxy, but we cant find ours, what if its because we are in it?
This can probably be dismissed mathematically, and scientifically in seconds, but sometimes I just like to apply my non academic imagination to a very academic situation and come up with a theory, you know, just for a bit of a giggle.
Please, if you know any quantum physicist's , or good will hunting type mathematicians who care to ponder this, ridicule it, and then dump a bucket of cold scorn on to it, please show them and let me know, I'm a great believer in constructive criticism, especially in subjects I know nothing about. Ta.

Abused again.

2009-10-29T21:41:00.003Z

I thought she would have stood by me
through the thick and thin
the cause and cave she invited me in
dark and shiver, alone
a stone, thrown in a puddle
with ripples, stripped, bare
I craved another
heart beat, pulses
imp
minute in a minute
of time driven and drawn
on a sketch padded feet
able to climb the trunk driven tree.
Quiver, in a hole protecting
abjecting an absailing
down side of the house
I showed you a mouse and yet
you were not that much impressed.
I digressed, did not progress
confused
I believe my mind has been abused
again.

Foreign land impossible.

2009-10-29T20:56:00.003Z

The creation of the melting pot
a nineteen twenty southern home
my grandmama baking a cake
for the Lords sake
I needed to exit stage right, right?
Called up to fight
Over to a European war of what and because
And I is black not white this cause
cigar smoking in a trench jazz room
not yet invented, instigate, faculty
see a million times, the Hun of time
I cried his name out,
I teared his throat, and shout
vocal
Local, other brothers
scattering in a french trench
gramophone on a scratch
like the one on my cheek
record
drive through the ford
and cross, arms raised
above the head
the rifle, this black cheek
buried
shot.
. . . . .
shot.
and buried
in a white sand on foreign land
unmarked
impossible.

Sweet corn

2009-10-18T14:33:00.003+01:00

I met him in a cornfield
he did not announce or even insinuate
his name or history
yet I knew him already
his smile was a warmth on a bitter banjo morning
his hair was flailing in an invisible wind
the tears were sopping his cheeks
blankets moist in a eye brow scorning
questions you
and I dared to run
amongst the cob and lob the answer
in His face, golden,
disgrace the lord
in my scare crow mind
flight
beyond my sight
the tears in the plowed
corn.

The little Gothic girl

2009-10-18T05:44:00.003+01:00

Dressed in the dark
purposely, on a back of rebellions horse
careering through our walls of life
mascara running faster than we can
down the eyelids shut and she cried
yet we stood by her and decisions
made in a plaster scene background
of glitter and dresses serene
in catalogues of teenage life
tattoo do you
hair of a ravens wing
flying pale against the sun that
continually sets in a dark place
Oh little Gothic girl
blankets to cover the face
skulls and a crossed bone
depressed yet i
the hairy monster of the mountings
pictured on a wall, nailed, straight
look back, not down on you
a photograph
oh little Gothic girl
do be true.

Medic!

2009-10-18T05:03:00.003+01:00

Drown the thoughts in a glass of insomnia
kicking
screaming amongst a perspex
plastic
birds circling in degrees
obtrusive language only Grandma would appreciate
be cause of the second world war
the falling on beaches and peaches rouged
on cheeks in irrespective
dis respective
alto ego played on a double
bass
caught on a line hung in a river
drown to the sound of a tank
shivered its turrets
syndrome of a mind i caught at ninety ninety years old
fidgeting in an armchair
despair he did
since the gut was sixteen and lied
volunteered
feared the god who told him to do this
be blissed in a apprehensive
amongst the trench and tackle
double back to save my one legged friend
send in a medic
a dog collar wearer
Dr point if my view fits
sits
anaesthetic
Medic
Medic

Aztecnology

2009-10-18T04:06:00.008+01:00

aztechnology
ancient stones gathered
on shoulders of giants
wind pipes dressed in llamas tricolor skin
rhythm beating of the still heart
trom bones
vulture coiffure rotting in a dessert
ice cream melting
smelting
the irons of life together
pyramids bleeding triangular
singular reason
scat mans boogie
on ancient landing
pad
insomniac feeding on vestibules
globules gathering on a leaf
sad
perhaps and collapse
relive and relapse the past
faces of the visitor in the sand
pyramid
aztechnology
alien being on earth we know
we draw on the inside of the wall
feeding the child that lives in the inside
abide by the rules they dictate
suffocate to satisfy
there is a new law to abide by bye.
released
escsped.

I west coast of Africa

2009-10-11T18:05:00.004+01:00

An African post
stamped, on my heart, like
Oroonoko, dragged, against the sand and
desert slavery held in a hand
a prince. a giant
forced and raped with muscles
flexed
a princess Imoinda
complex
allow the man to grow, show
that the united states west Indians flow
against the rivers of the
tom tom drum, and bow
and arrow against
the confederate
infiltrate
remember the African King
fight against the native Siberians
Russian against the bearing
straight
Inuit
and then the white.
from the east of us, Spanish, English
against the all of the us
U s
a
i say
feeling poorer against
the east men, with pale faces
races against the east of
Atlantic and
where we came from, on slave ships
slipped and died on decks
to compete with Eastern Asians
who travelled within
one long longitude
we evolved from the same place
middle Africa
we sought each other out
for that is the sin
it is not all that far
this place
the being
West
Africa.

In the town of New Orleans

2009-10-11T16:10:00.003+01:00

The eruption of a volcanic
satanic
operatic
pause.
a Faustian deal made
three devils
kidneys, displayed
heat, on a babies sheet
talcum powder
cheeks.
We cried on the new Orleans street
death marched in
with the sin and cause
with the trombone because
we never wanted horns to play better
the leading lady dressed in black and lace
without a trace of mourning
dawn
double bass
Im dead and glad i am in
the glass case coffin, laughin
shiftin amongst the spiritual cacophony
after the last plane of time symphony
oh when the saints go marching in
i pass onto the after life
and see my family kicking high heels behind me
dressed in noir and night times stars
saxophone, rang, i answered
hello, glad you are there
a thousand light year stare
yet the crab claws are gonna grab me
and deliver
shiver moma
look over me, im down stairs
let it loose
hullaballo
let it loose
and i will catch you on the flip side of life
i lived as an infant
i grew up in my teens
i existed amongst the gutters
in the town of New Orleans.

Insipid mama

2009-10-04T18:04:00.003+01:00

emotional void
bleeding tar pits of sweat
no scent to cover the cultural seeping
angry at the are of the you are
pirates of sailed regression
and I say this Michael
I don't a;;ow myself to be happy or sad
good nor bad
i tread on steady waters
non appreciation of genius
the world is not constructed of scaffolds of colours
its an architecture of non desript sketches
cathedrals of couture don't exist to me
play guitars and conscript words
for a war of imagination
I will not appreciate, can not gravitate
I hate to tell you this son
but i'm the black and white mum.

Red inside us all.

2009-10-04T16:40:00.005+01:00

my blood on ebony skin
ivory has done this to me again
elephant tusks and complains
severed the beast inside of me
cowed and undiscovered
amid African sand unloved.
Held, meld on to the deck
wake I love, children of my god
gone. tied to a new religion
fellow men entangled in bangles of steel
questioning the reasoning of the vanilla essence
waves of depression, swamp the ship
can a be in
islands
i do not know, alone
plantations
work for nothing
currency of life
coins of sweat
up rise like Oroonoko
King of my homeland, against the fresh mane lion
trying to progress with no hope
i took an axe to the white mans head
he bled
dead
blood
like I do
fool, he is just the same as me
as I see
on the floor
as the other white men, beat
me, killed
me
red
inside
us all.

Lost Poem

2009-10-04T15:44:00.003+01:00

I lost a poem I was really proud of
It was a bout of slavery, and I was a black man
In it, because in words I can
Be anyone, but it disappeared from view
fickle words diluted into digression
over hanging like a stalactites repression
I lost a poem
in the realm of technology
And this one does not make up for it.

Thank you Mam.

2009-10-04T13:24:00.003+01:00

twenties quick step
moonshine a flowing in underground
bars me, and a smile
pin striped in glory
tell me a story of repression
aggression and do la do la do la do la
on a sidewalk of treats and treason
and trickles on the apple citation line
pulled over, stop on a nova star
by far, we rode on the keys and progressed
I digress, she taught me the words
to the cha cha change of my inside
in the nineteen twenties
foxtrot, I'm becoming cliched
flick my heels and see
dance on sidewalks of apprehension
I try to be clever, but would rather
be someone else
so I will, hum it baby
this maybe my first love song
casually i will go, jumping in puddles
what rhymes with puddles?
fuddles
duddles
i will muddle
through this
Bing bang
alekazam
thank you mam.

Triple Billed

2009-10-04T12:51:00.003+01:00

sun sets, triple billled
duck and behold the morning
swan dive in the apparition
of orange haze
destitute under a bridge
beg to please
anything goes, suck you off
feed the child
umbilical cord ripped
heroine
jabbed in the vein
of hope
no blood to bleed
constitute the amendment
fifth, I do not talk
pillaged and progression
sins ten fold suggestion
prostitute of preemptive presumption
it it your assumption that lead me to a bed
this child needs to be fed
Mistress of a mattress
to follow blindly, extraordinary
high and hugging
sly and drugging
the world
of mine
digging on the coal face
babies cold face
resuscitate, destination filled
orange sunset
triple billed.

Draw

2009-09-26T17:30:00.002+01:00

approach me, come on approach me
on the dead leaves of fall, stand up and be counted
draw that pistol, sketch that leather saddle and you will die
if that's what you wish
i shall take and introduce you to the after life
but you go on and blame me, for the stupidity
the insanity, its all caused by a mid morning sunset
you called out my name, in the saloon
you decided that I was too old to do this again
well, I'm a going prove you wrong
just one last time young un
my middle finger is a twitching on the pearl handle
stare into my eyes, and see i mean what i say
turn around, walk away
i give you one more chance,
don't make me kill another son again
don't you do it, ain't no ladies going to respect you more
a corpse don't marry, nor have young uns
i will put that bullet in the middle of you
straight through you son, i am that hired gun
i may be sixty, but i ain't lost my touch
back away, i pray, back away.

Draw.
I walk, good night son,
sleep well.
just right there in the dirt
where you fell.
,

When I were out walking

2009-09-26T06:52:00.004+01:00

When I were out walking but a few days ago
I met a man from the east side, a genius don't you know
he smiled through teeth of anguish, chess pieces on his brain
intense blackened eyes, like his king queen bishop insane.
When I were out walking on the pier of New York
I met a man selling shell fish, fresh from the east side of the coast
his head was all grizzled. gnarled with knowledge and age
he talked of wars and sacrifices, he was a seaman of sage.
When I were out walking on the coast of Delaware Bay
I smelt the essence of history upon a cockle shop day
passing octogenarian couples, white haired commitments delight
not forgetting the immigrants, recalling the fights.
When I were out walking, but a few days ago
a red lobster, face scaring the children as I go
the bottle of booze, wrapped in brown paper
this hobo a travelling, in the midst of the later.
I sat on the east coast, having made it by rail from the west
just a skinny old man dressed in slacks and a vest
seeking others just like me, a family I never did know
the calling of ancestry, that allowed me to delve oh so low.
When I were out walking I stumbled and fell
in the high tide of the east coast, no more time for this drunkard to dwell
I am here for a reason, to wash all the pain away
salt water of the east side, it is the end of my day.

The death March, April, May.

2009-09-25T21:39:00.003+01:00

Bare shoulders
laid on a slab board
kneading of manipulation and massages
messengers and fortification
defences, tensed
high fenced
do not touch me there.
spine tingling, bringing
a death march, April, may
allow you to invade
a blade, of precision, cuts the meat
in two and diced
double sixes
gamble, that they never find you
only, perhaps the tissue
that you cried upon
ligaments and fissure
a passing passion of the issue
I published
for the hunters to follow and find.
they did
bars me from doing the insane thing again
in the marsh lands I spread
the horror
now locked up in the corridor of the row
and the light will go out
I have a sponge upon my head
the priest reads the rights
the contemplation of the last meal
is truly, eaten, fed
cackle with a laughter
of electricity, of the darkened mourning
tis night time of horror
tis the right time for the dead.

Kite to the moon

2009-09-11T12:57:00.002+01:00

The point of riding the back of a kite
is to travel to the moon
with the thread let loose
aim for the Crater
on a dark side of earth
the point of riding the back of a kite
ribbons flailing in the inexhaustible air
no atmosphere
yet I peer at the end of the string tied
satisfied I guided it
lunar ticks inside of me
cast out with the fly on the end
beyond sight
the point of flying a kite.

Mr Knock Knock

2009-09-11T08:54:00.003+01:00

knock, knock
who's there
its the angel of death
what do you want, I'm six years old
knock knock
i answered the door Mr knock angel
your parents
what about mummy and daddy
they died tonight.
Is this the babysitter telling me?
In a car crash across the river bridge to home
no, I'm seven years old
grandaddy says you don't exist
knock knock i do
I live the life within you
you can't, i have no life in me anymore
my life died on the bridge
knock knock
i chose that for you, i always have
not anymore you bastard saint
you allowed them to drown
did I
you did
knock knock
its a joke no more.
knock knock
who's there?
the river was shallow, they survived
angel of death
you lied
that's what i do
to disturb and provoke you
Honey we are home
eight years old
continue.
Drowned faces found again
nine years old
sea the weed in me
nurture me to suck on the teet
you are too old
I'm not, you took them away,
we are here baby
that nasty old knock knock has gone away
really? mommy, really
No its me,
I love to see the pain on your face
teens
and pronounce i can without doubt
college years spread on campus
no more dread
fall in love with the girl I met
so pretty, i want to marry
I want to evolve
knock knock!
No, go away, I'm happy now, i don't need you
yes you do, I'm Mr knock knock
inside of your head
you should have been in the car that night
I will never go away
My friends call me guilt
here's my card
I'm thirty years old
I don't care, tap, tap, tap
I'M HERE TO STAY WITH YOU FOREVER AND ANOTHER DAY,
I have a two year old child, you are dead
KNOCK KNOCK
No
KNOCK KNOCK
No
KNock Knock
NO
no, no!
I have a three year old baby, you can't control me anymore.
I can and will,
Goodbye Mr knock knock.
Dont leave me
i need you,
im nothing without you
I'm
knock knock
who's there...........
no one at all.

Early morning kill.

2009-09-11T01:26:00.004+01:00

I sat on snails glistening shell like
during processions of midnight
gatherings
remembering them
amongst stars of yesteryear's forgotten
dew a hearing
on early morning web sites
transparent globules of gathered
water
droplets, calm and hanging.
An ancient log recorded, a
hundred years and rotten still
alive, with dawn
colours erupting on the lines
the musk smell of the dear
beloved, carried on the wind
the scent.
suddenly my pupils copulate together
focus on cross eyed hairs
rifle through drawers mind,
cease are, all hail
trigger the fuel and fire.
One shot
on purple heathers back
she fell
roe roe roe we gloat
gently down redeem
merrily drunk and high on life
i wish it was all
a dream.

Retarded Atheists

2009-09-05T06:45:00.003+01:00

I'm tired of this, jump on the band wagon syndrome, I hate God, I hate people who love God, I dislike people who hold out for the afterlife, just accept that after we die their is nothing but dust and darkness. Screw you, if you apply your intellect to scaremonger amongst people who have chosen religion as a way to calm themselves, go in to a kids playground, and punch a five year old in the face, then tell his parent you did it because you could. It takes the same amount of arrogance to proclaim you are an atheist without original arguments, as it does to proclaim you have found God, ooo, look at me, i have quotes from,,,,,from who, other retarded atheists, who find it easier to dismiss religion than accept, big wow, step down, who do you think you are?
I can argue with the simple kid in class, does that make me better than them, No.
If they want to argue their cause, their belief with me, does that make them wrong? No
If i give them gravitates and cause, reason, and ammunition, does that make me retarded? Yes.
If you claim to be intelligent, shut up, Atheism is not a religion that needs to be spread, it is an intellect of automatic acceptance, it does not need a label, a badge, a reason, it is a step of evolution, do not brag you have thumbs, simply use them.

speaking in tongues

2009-09-05T06:10:00.002+01:00

Du bis meiene libe
du bist meine liben
du bist so schoen
ich vollen de gehaen
hand on hand
fur immfurt
ich liebe dicht
ich stets vil
meine austvistz
graspen entezvzl fur das nicht
bon marche a la trepidiarese
avez las odivideosa
real a concubine
trippleadore
el fuse ce core
tre
bien, la duutticcelotti
massa cor e toure
du bis meine libe
du bis mein liber
du bis so schoen.
a full stop here
a comma there
a word divided
i was not
appreciate
duutticcelotti
the chimes
the songs
i speak as good in
manipulate around rte
tongues.

confusion

2009-09-04T20:11:00.002+01:00

I never felt the material of felt against the rub
of Arabic tents, red light candles in midnight
sub scarfes wrapped against the sumer cold
red eyes leering against a bar begin to fold
arabic scripture, imagine you
, dessert
afterwards, in towel, silk,
maricach market, incence me
you will,
i plat against i8n a milliojbn e times
i feel my fingers platy io bn;, ghca nnnn onot control
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as fast a bv s i can
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i have begun to
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i apologise
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Trying to think and questioning???

2009-08-27T20:57:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-27T13:28:00.004+01:00

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

2009-08-27T10:36:00.005+01:00

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

2009-08-27T09:21:00.005+01:00

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

2009-08-27T06:39:00.003+01:00

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

2009-08-27T06:25:00.003+01:00

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

2009-08-24T09:08:00.002+01:00

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.

2009-08-23T20:20:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-23T16:30:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-23T16:03:00.002+01:00

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.

2009-08-18T10:16:00.002+01:00

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.

2009-08-18T09:11:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-15T20:28:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-15T15:54:00.006+01:00

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

2009-08-15T07:02:00.005+01:00

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.

2009-08-13T20:51:00.001+01:00

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

2009-08-11T20:28:00.001+01:00

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

Every word I say.

2009-08-11T18:04:00.003+01:00

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.

2009-08-05T08:29:00.002+01:00

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

2009-08-05T06:37:00.004+01:00

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

2009-08-01T08:24:00.003+01:00

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!

You instigated an investigation in to my identification

2009-07-27T14:45:00.001+01:00

You caused me to seek
and destroy.
To regress from being the unhappy man
to the smiling boy.
You caused me to awake in the morning
and not wish to die.
You allow me to fall from the bridge
but this time I want to fly.
I am wrapped inside the barrel, Niagara falls with hope
so many times i have wanted to escape
this time i plunged and coped.
the essence
the presence
you instill within me
i will travel over oceans,
you allow me to be free.
You instigated an investigation in to my identification
I will no longer be the falsification
that has been my life
for too long now.
I see the world through untainted spectacles
it is no longer unachievable
no disrespect but respectable.
you make me,
give me edges
a point to prod and survive
i smell the freshness of your essence
and i am glad that I'm alive.

Delight and illuminate

2009-07-25T20:53:00.003+01:00

i left
because it was not right
i swerved
because it was not straight
i gained
because i was behind
i developed
because the picture needed
i raised
because the walls hindered me
i told the truth
because the lies inhibited me
i became sane
because insanity drove me inside
i found a reason
because not doing so denied it
i crashed the fence
i instigated
i propagated
i proposed
i supposed
i disposed
i left
because it wasn't right
fight
i implore you.
fight
delight
and illuminate.

Faking the lunar landings......really?

2009-07-21T07:46:00.002+01:00

Lets think about this, just for a minute or two. Its been forty years since Messrs Armstrong and Aldrin set foot on the moon, since Neil uttered those now famous words, "this is one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind", I always suspected that was a verbal error, and recently Armstrong confirmed it, it should have been, "this is one small step for A man" which makes much more sense! Anyway, 40 years.....40 long years. And still in all those four decades, some people out there, have continued to insist, the moon landings were staged, a 1969 production, filmed somewhere in some dessert, back in the states, so that the U.S got one up on there old adversaries the USSR. That, over the last forty years, not one individual has come forward and said, to anyone, and i mean anyone, not just a member of the press, but even a member of their own family,"you know what, you are right, it was a fake, oh, that is one sweet relief, all these years living a lie, we were in Arizona, can you believe that, in fact Armstrong, he is fake too, and Aldrin, both made out of balloons and squirrel fur, yup, and the pictures you saw, not real at all, oh and the equipment that's still on the moon, its not really there at all, in fact the moon's not real, that big old ball in the sky, we made that".
One thing, (apart from the overwhelming evidence for the positive argument, and the fact that most of the conspiracy theorists tend to come across as being a tad, well, menta)l, that convinces me the moon landings were genuine, is, if they were not, why stop there. Why not fake a Mars landing? If the Americans had been able to mock the moon landings and keep the story covered up for forty years, why not, using the unbelievably brilliant effects we see employed today in the movies, make up a Mars touchdown. Imagine if you will, The Americans pull Peter Jackson to one side(Lord of the rings, King Kong etc) and say, Pete, here's a bit of an idea for you!!
The Americans could fake a Mars landing, and even better than that, they could create a budget for the real thing, Billions of dollars, making space exploration become a reality, the tax payer wouldn't mind that, its a positive step, NASA can do it, select a crew of American heroes, throw in a Brit and a homosexual, in fact no, a trans gender, and a north Korean and an Iranian, and Nelson Mandela, and fly those dudes to Mars, Whoohoo, old Pete Jackson, now so beyond those poxy Oscars, sits in his workshop, masturbating over his new film, project 'red planet' and within five years, oh my, touchdown "this, is, another stepping stone, for mans continuing exploration, of our imagination, and of our technological capabilities" or some such shit.

President Obama, within the next few days i am told, will be making a pledge to send man to Mars, to go back to the moon, and use it as a launchpad for continuing exploration. He has the vision that Kennedy had, he sees that us, humans of all creed, need a distraction, away from the continuous, mouse trap on the nipples, news, we seem to wake up to every morning. We need a shiny object to follow so we don't notice whats really going on with all the other underhanded, falsities, perpetrated by our governments. Damn it, we need hope. Is Mars that hope, you bet your house(while you still have it) it is.
And when it happens, will it be an animated pixar version we will be watching on our TV screens, or will they have actually achieved the glorious beginnings of mans natural propensity to explore and conquer. Well, just like the moon, i guess only time will tell.

The plinth

2009-07-19T11:09:00.002+01:00

On tuesday night at 8pm, our programme manager will be on the fourth plinth in Londons Trafalgar square, broadcasting live, for Sheffield Live!, you can here it on the radio or on the web@http://www.sheffieldlive.org/ you can also watch live @http://www.oneandother.co.uk/, so have a look and a listen, I wont be able to attend will be watching Alan do his stuff, Good luck mate!

yesterdays show

2009-07-18T08:54:00.001+01:00

http://www.canstream.co.uk/sheffieldlive/index.php?id=17409

Radio show

2009-07-13T18:51:00.002+01:00

So as any of my twitter pals will know, i have now started presenting on a local radio station.
http://www.sheffieldlive.org/

Monday mornings 7am till 9am, and Friday afternoons 12pm till 1pm.

Just means I may be a little bit busier, but should also mean i have new material for the blog, so listen if you can, and keep on reading,(the music on the breakfast show is great, with a lot of new, debut songs from local artists.)

2009-07-07T09:20:00.002+01:00

The below was contributed to the UK brights discussion group, i personally loved reading it. comment or discuss below the piece. And visit the link, thanks.

What does it mean to be open minded? writers link below.

2009-07-07T09:17:00.002+01:00

A green table behind a door is physically possible. A whale drinking tea and talking to a geranium while both orbit Mars is not physically possible.

We use belief in the first instance because both absence and presence are possible.

"I believe there is a table behind the door"

"I believe there is not a green table behind the door"

are both acceptable statements.

We use knowledge in the second case because our knowledge of the physical universe is that it is impossible.

"I know there is no whale drinking tea and talking to a geranium while orbiting Mars"
It would be absurd to say "I don't know if there is a whale drinking tea and talking to a geranium while orbiting Mars, so I can only say that I think / I believe there is no whale drinking...."

God is physically impossible. This is not a metaphysical or philosophical trick. It's a statement of fact.

We know that the Jewish-Christian-Muslim God cannot exist because omnipotence, omniscience and infinite compassion cancel each other out.

The only other possibility is a God that started the universe working and then sat back to see how it turned out. If such a God exists - and there are very strong arguments* that suggest it doesn't exist - then that form of supernatural consciousness is so remote from our own lives as to have no meaning or relevance. And the whole point of God is that he/she/it is relevant to humanity. If God is not relevant, God is not God.

God - a supernatural consciousness that created the universe and is interested in / involved in human lives cannot exist. And because God cannot exist, God does not exist. And that makes the statement "I know God doesn't exist" the only description possible by a rational individual.

Non-believers who say "I don't know if God exists" or "I don't believe God exists" or "I believe God doesn't exist" are simply refusing to take the discussion to its logical conclusion.

Martin

www.godwouldbeanatheist.com

* I'd say that the arguments = proof that the non-involved supernatural consciousness doesn't exist, but it would make this post too long.

2009-07-05T11:16:00.000+01:00

The Abyss

I fell,
into the void i swore
to avoid.
I intended, to swerve against,
deflect the evidence,
but its forces were so immense,
I fell.
It enraptured me
a quilt of togs
bogs me down
soggy,
yet i would have it
no other way.
I fell,
She engulfs my mind,
my heart, stroked
attacked
she resuscitates,
massages back
to life
this lifeless
reason to be.
I fell
listless
unable to defeat
I cave, without mercy
or regret
I fell
in love
in to
the abyss.