Ants. Colanised.
Duties. Realised.
Dead. Behind the eyes.
A soul. That often cries.
A rogue. That just defies.
A thought. That's justified.
A mind. That's realised.
The truth. Is built on lies.
A dream. The ant that flies.
A response. That's just a sigh.
Doubt. Now multiplied.
Reason. Ignorred cries.
Belief. Dream rectified.
Strength. From inside.
Result. Twice as wise.
Conclusion.....To be continued....
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Black & White 1.
Could I say I truly believe everything is black and White?
Could I say I think things are that simple, and we're all searching for the same insight?
I might. But before reaching that conclusion I'll do what I know best and preach confusion.
Teach delusion.
So you can find out for yourself if life's as difficult as it seems.
Or if it's all just an illusion and we're driven but by our dreams.
It leans more one way from where I'm standing.
Although I sit on the fence where I'm sure I'll be for my days outstanding.
Landing on my feet is my main priority,
and for this I trust fate even if he can be somewhat derogatory.
See for me, ideally. This would be the universal philosophy.
And perhaps if we all agreed neither he nor she would be the boss of me.
Maybe there would be no saying saying nothing in this life comes for free,
and maybe we would be more inclined to say exactly what it is we see.
Everything just, meant to be.
And inner peace achieved, mentally.
Mental. A mentality so tranquil yet brushed aside as if left to rot in a landfill.
And what is my other option?
Let my mind worry and develop a concoction of blurry unfinished agendas.
Get so worked up take to heart the offence of the offenders.
To me that’s senseless even if because of it I‘m often left feeling defenseless.
When I take control of the fear I begin to relax, think clear and realise what it is I’ve learnt.
That tear I shed gave me strength, however much it may have hurt.
And Once again I can sustain the belief that what will be will be.
That to get to the good I have to know the bad…you see,
I do believe that fate will take control ultimately,
But that’s not to say I’ll get there if I don’t strive to reach my goal positively.
I have to nurture this gift I was given,
And we all have a gift but once you know it it’s your decision.
Will you let it take over you and believe this is your path,
Or give up because of those that will laugh?
Be confident in yourself and believe me it will pass.
It won’t last and you’ll feel true bliss over those afraid to be unmasked.
Funny though…..I’m writing about thinking less, lowering stress, not letting your head get in a mess.
Yet as usual I can’t help but to confess my inner thoughts,
Which they themselves have been a test for which these are the final reports.
I have in fact just shown.
I can’t live my life on just those beliefs alone.
I don’t know what it means.
It’s just some thoughts on what I’ve seen and how it seems to me.
So yes. Maybe I do think everything is as simple as black and white.
But at the same time I also believe it could be total shite.
I’ll keep on going though,
So I’ve got something that I’m proud to show.
Coz if it really was that simple…I’d have nothing left to write below…
Could I say I think things are that simple, and we're all searching for the same insight?
I might. But before reaching that conclusion I'll do what I know best and preach confusion.
Teach delusion.
So you can find out for yourself if life's as difficult as it seems.
Or if it's all just an illusion and we're driven but by our dreams.
It leans more one way from where I'm standing.
Although I sit on the fence where I'm sure I'll be for my days outstanding.
Landing on my feet is my main priority,
and for this I trust fate even if he can be somewhat derogatory.
See for me, ideally. This would be the universal philosophy.
And perhaps if we all agreed neither he nor she would be the boss of me.
Maybe there would be no saying saying nothing in this life comes for free,
and maybe we would be more inclined to say exactly what it is we see.
Everything just, meant to be.
And inner peace achieved, mentally.
Mental. A mentality so tranquil yet brushed aside as if left to rot in a landfill.
And what is my other option?
Let my mind worry and develop a concoction of blurry unfinished agendas.
Get so worked up take to heart the offence of the offenders.
To me that’s senseless even if because of it I‘m often left feeling defenseless.
When I take control of the fear I begin to relax, think clear and realise what it is I’ve learnt.
That tear I shed gave me strength, however much it may have hurt.
And Once again I can sustain the belief that what will be will be.
That to get to the good I have to know the bad…you see,
I do believe that fate will take control ultimately,
But that’s not to say I’ll get there if I don’t strive to reach my goal positively.
I have to nurture this gift I was given,
And we all have a gift but once you know it it’s your decision.
Will you let it take over you and believe this is your path,
Or give up because of those that will laugh?
Be confident in yourself and believe me it will pass.
It won’t last and you’ll feel true bliss over those afraid to be unmasked.
Funny though…..I’m writing about thinking less, lowering stress, not letting your head get in a mess.
Yet as usual I can’t help but to confess my inner thoughts,
Which they themselves have been a test for which these are the final reports.
I have in fact just shown.
I can’t live my life on just those beliefs alone.
I don’t know what it means.
It’s just some thoughts on what I’ve seen and how it seems to me.
So yes. Maybe I do think everything is as simple as black and white.
But at the same time I also believe it could be total shite.
I’ll keep on going though,
So I’ve got something that I’m proud to show.
Coz if it really was that simple…I’d have nothing left to write below…
Friday, 18 June 2010
Fucking off
I’ve just made a massive decision.
I’ve got this vision you see I see myself where the sun shines constantly.
Where continuity is not an issue please believe it’s a matter of seeking mystery….
Blissfully distancing myself from the worries of jobs and wealth.
Stealthily carving the path that’s best for me and my health…
Delve… into a new way of living,
Develop this skill with a new beginning.
Sitting…back with time to finally relax. And. Chat. Crap.
Write lyrics in the sun with no other commitments. On. My. Lap.
FACT…
In fact, fuck that, I want to see how I react, when I don’t speak the language,
And all I understand is bonjour….je m’appelle Pat.
There are some things I will be sad to leave.
Mainly my lady, friends, family even you maybe.
But lately….this is all I could think about.
It’s not that I don’t care I just need. To. Get. Out…..
But don’t forget me, I won’t forget you,
And give me a shout if you feel to fly through.
I’ve got this vision you see I see myself where the sun shines constantly.
Where continuity is not an issue please believe it’s a matter of seeking mystery….
Blissfully distancing myself from the worries of jobs and wealth.
Stealthily carving the path that’s best for me and my health…
Delve… into a new way of living,
Develop this skill with a new beginning.
Sitting…back with time to finally relax. And. Chat. Crap.
Write lyrics in the sun with no other commitments. On. My. Lap.
FACT…
In fact, fuck that, I want to see how I react, when I don’t speak the language,
And all I understand is bonjour….je m’appelle Pat.
There are some things I will be sad to leave.
Mainly my lady, friends, family even you maybe.
But lately….this is all I could think about.
It’s not that I don’t care I just need. To. Get. Out…..
But don’t forget me, I won’t forget you,
And give me a shout if you feel to fly through.
Swings and roundabouts
My life's like a ferrace wheel.
Wherever I start I seem to finish.
Believe me it's not ideal.
Wherever I start I seem to finish.
Believe me it's not ideal.
Today
Today is the day I will create something never to be forgotten.
Whether it be soft or hard, it will come from the heart.
Somewhere near the bottom.
Whether it be soft or hard, it will come from the heart.
Somewhere near the bottom.
Do you see what I see?
I was born for this.
Born to kiss those with tight fists show them what they've missed.
This bliss.
Swiss offshore accounts account for shit,
You're not happy and you should admit to it.
When you do, that weight draped over you will lift,
We've solved the issue.
Tissue for one, new found happiness,
Mans done feeling glum now the funs begun.
Cup of rum, come see the sun.
It's beating down, now try and frown.
The sound of the city, no longer shitty,
But inspiring, since you can feel the comittee.
The underground alliance.
It's not rocket science but defience of conformity.
A better life surely.
The lighter side of feeling poorly, the beginning of your new life story.
You no longer bore me,
or anyone else.
Being true to yourself's helped develop good health.
Self confidence up. No longer giving a fuck.
For the things that we're told, before we get old.
We need to succeed.
Rest in peace the belief that that brings a man joy.
Work the successor to my favourite childhood toy.
Boyed it off.
I tried and trust it's a flop way to live.
Give give give get back a pat on the back,
come on now where's the fun in that?
Sat chatting crap with a boss whose a twat.
Lack of stimulation dumbing down the magnificence of creation.
Feel my elation.
I'm here to show you there's another way,
a brighter day.
Feel the sun in november, march and may.
No time to delay you only live once.
Perform the stunts you've always foregon.
Know you can say the sun shon down and lifted you up.
It's not down to luck, it's up to you time to duck,
out of this.
No longer let your soul be suck,
take the piss.
Take hold with a firm grip.
If it hurts give it the flip or let it slip,
Slide.
Enjoy the ride.
And if you need some help in me you can confide.
Born to kiss those with tight fists show them what they've missed.
This bliss.
Swiss offshore accounts account for shit,
You're not happy and you should admit to it.
When you do, that weight draped over you will lift,
We've solved the issue.
Tissue for one, new found happiness,
Mans done feeling glum now the funs begun.
Cup of rum, come see the sun.
It's beating down, now try and frown.
The sound of the city, no longer shitty,
But inspiring, since you can feel the comittee.
The underground alliance.
It's not rocket science but defience of conformity.
A better life surely.
The lighter side of feeling poorly, the beginning of your new life story.
You no longer bore me,
or anyone else.
Being true to yourself's helped develop good health.
Self confidence up. No longer giving a fuck.
For the things that we're told, before we get old.
We need to succeed.
Rest in peace the belief that that brings a man joy.
Work the successor to my favourite childhood toy.
Boyed it off.
I tried and trust it's a flop way to live.
Give give give get back a pat on the back,
come on now where's the fun in that?
Sat chatting crap with a boss whose a twat.
Lack of stimulation dumbing down the magnificence of creation.
Feel my elation.
I'm here to show you there's another way,
a brighter day.
Feel the sun in november, march and may.
No time to delay you only live once.
Perform the stunts you've always foregon.
Know you can say the sun shon down and lifted you up.
It's not down to luck, it's up to you time to duck,
out of this.
No longer let your soul be suck,
take the piss.
Take hold with a firm grip.
If it hurts give it the flip or let it slip,
Slide.
Enjoy the ride.
And if you need some help in me you can confide.
Queenie
Sign in. I'm clocking up the hours.
If I do this job much longer, think my sould my be devoured.
I've scoured. Through thick and thin.
Ate a la carte, then munched from a bin.
My cardinal sin, I'm in, back out,
This work larks shit what were y'all shouting about!?!
Perks arn't perks if chicks, in small skirts,
Can back up, and reverse,
And so, become emersed.
While the rest are dispersed first,
Believe me it hurts worse.
When a boss with no sense,
Hense gets you trapped in her curse.
In her thirst, for the top.
She's only gone, and forgot.
We know exactly who she's not,
And we see that person a lot.
Stop. Playing your games,
I don't give a shit if that's your name.
Your claim to fame's exactly the same,
as 50 percent of the dames in the game.
Hey. I'm just speaking my mind.
What? Did you expect me to be kind?
While you're sitting drinking your wine,
thinking that everything is all fine.
I'm glad someone's having a good time,
Although I'm still not quite convinced.
You definately dont have a prince,
Let alone a king that's watching you mince.
In her thirst, for the top.
She's only gone, and forgot.
We know exactly who she's not,
And we see that person a lot.
Stop. Playing your games,
I don't give a shit if that's your name.
Your claim to fame's exactly the same,
as 50 percent of the dames in the game.
And I wouldn't say you smiled that much.
Wouldn't say you looked that happy as such.
Think it might be a nerve I've touched.
Looks like someone shoulda passed you the dutch....
If I do this job much longer, think my sould my be devoured.
I've scoured. Through thick and thin.
Ate a la carte, then munched from a bin.
My cardinal sin, I'm in, back out,
This work larks shit what were y'all shouting about!?!
Perks arn't perks if chicks, in small skirts,
Can back up, and reverse,
And so, become emersed.
While the rest are dispersed first,
Believe me it hurts worse.
When a boss with no sense,
Hense gets you trapped in her curse.
In her thirst, for the top.
She's only gone, and forgot.
We know exactly who she's not,
And we see that person a lot.
Stop. Playing your games,
I don't give a shit if that's your name.
Your claim to fame's exactly the same,
as 50 percent of the dames in the game.
Hey. I'm just speaking my mind.
What? Did you expect me to be kind?
While you're sitting drinking your wine,
thinking that everything is all fine.
I'm glad someone's having a good time,
Although I'm still not quite convinced.
You definately dont have a prince,
Let alone a king that's watching you mince.
In her thirst, for the top.
She's only gone, and forgot.
We know exactly who she's not,
And we see that person a lot.
Stop. Playing your games,
I don't give a shit if that's your name.
Your claim to fame's exactly the same,
as 50 percent of the dames in the game.
And I wouldn't say you smiled that much.
Wouldn't say you looked that happy as such.
Think it might be a nerve I've touched.
Looks like someone shoulda passed you the dutch....
Just missed your bus
Just missed your bus,
Kick up a fuss if you must but trust,
It won’t lust after you,
Like you want it to.
Dust blown up behind, I can smell its distant fumes.
Choose another route,
Here’s a clue for you brother.
Discover the other undercover travel lover,
And pay for a cab with him,
Need I explain again?
Plus you’ll dodge all the rain so that look you’ll manage to maintain.
Then again that costs a lot of money sonny jim,
And I’m not being funny, I wouldn’t wanna share a cab with him!
You’re in….luck…here’s another bus.
I told you it wasn’t worth all of that fuss…
Kick up a fuss if you must but trust,
It won’t lust after you,
Like you want it to.
Dust blown up behind, I can smell its distant fumes.
Choose another route,
Here’s a clue for you brother.
Discover the other undercover travel lover,
And pay for a cab with him,
Need I explain again?
Plus you’ll dodge all the rain so that look you’ll manage to maintain.
Then again that costs a lot of money sonny jim,
And I’m not being funny, I wouldn’t wanna share a cab with him!
You’re in….luck…here’s another bus.
I told you it wasn’t worth all of that fuss…
1st Report
From my most recent report,
Overdrawn and out of sorts.
Move with more than one cohort to maximise my train of thought.
Sought the answers, took advice from the chancers,
Liked straight edge, now I like pole dancers.
Fell behind, moved ahead,
Learnt to shut my mouth when enoughs been said.
I'm not well read, I dont read at all,
These words flow down the river as if my mouths a waterfall.
I recall the fall, and picking myself back up.
Dousing out my burning heart with a hypothetical fire truck.
Would I put it down to luck?
Come on now would I fuck.
I'm only who I am today from the way I learnt to duck,
And weave. Understand my feelings not just perceive.
Believe me it wasn't easy I've fought my thoughts and they've fought me see,
I'm prepared to take the fall.
No matter how big or small.
Coz when I reach the top I realise I need it all.
Overdrawn and out of sorts.
Move with more than one cohort to maximise my train of thought.
Sought the answers, took advice from the chancers,
Liked straight edge, now I like pole dancers.
Fell behind, moved ahead,
Learnt to shut my mouth when enoughs been said.
I'm not well read, I dont read at all,
These words flow down the river as if my mouths a waterfall.
I recall the fall, and picking myself back up.
Dousing out my burning heart with a hypothetical fire truck.
Would I put it down to luck?
Come on now would I fuck.
I'm only who I am today from the way I learnt to duck,
And weave. Understand my feelings not just perceive.
Believe me it wasn't easy I've fought my thoughts and they've fought me see,
I'm prepared to take the fall.
No matter how big or small.
Coz when I reach the top I realise I need it all.
Seeing Blindness
Silence on the tube the mood is heavy and i'm ready.
Feeling glum already but i'll keep my focus steady.
Screw face as I take place, amongst the rat race that's before me.
All blind as to not see the truth behind what's making them happy.
The city never sleeps, it comes alive behind closed doors.
I can feel the pain among us, that's so readily ignored.
Rest assured it's not unnoticed, yet the focus is drawn away.
No matter how messed up we're told our people are Ok.
But open your eyes and your mind will follow.
Make others smile and your life will be less hollow.
Half our nations fucked, the problem lies within the crux.
The things we believe, lives we leed.
Selfishly taking away from others chances to succeed.
Take what we dont need whilst the poor man scrapes for chicken feed.
Gets ill, grows old. Ill still yes lets unfold,
His history, his misery.
When he went from being a visionary to a fixture in our fair city.
No home no love no family, life's just one big uncertainty.
It could have been me! It could have been you,
We could be shifting those big issues.
Collecting donations, outside stations.
Feeling elation from mere conversation.
Not to be looked at like dirt, or looked at at all.
Coz believe it or not they've survived the fall.
So far with a smile and still standing tall.
We can make a stand, fuck the government if we can.
Stand up to Gordon Brown and show him my back hand.
New plan, yes fam, show love to next man.
I do, you can, come together London town.
Feeling glum already but i'll keep my focus steady.
Screw face as I take place, amongst the rat race that's before me.
All blind as to not see the truth behind what's making them happy.
The city never sleeps, it comes alive behind closed doors.
I can feel the pain among us, that's so readily ignored.
Rest assured it's not unnoticed, yet the focus is drawn away.
No matter how messed up we're told our people are Ok.
But open your eyes and your mind will follow.
Make others smile and your life will be less hollow.
Half our nations fucked, the problem lies within the crux.
The things we believe, lives we leed.
Selfishly taking away from others chances to succeed.
Take what we dont need whilst the poor man scrapes for chicken feed.
Gets ill, grows old. Ill still yes lets unfold,
His history, his misery.
When he went from being a visionary to a fixture in our fair city.
No home no love no family, life's just one big uncertainty.
It could have been me! It could have been you,
We could be shifting those big issues.
Collecting donations, outside stations.
Feeling elation from mere conversation.
Not to be looked at like dirt, or looked at at all.
Coz believe it or not they've survived the fall.
So far with a smile and still standing tall.
We can make a stand, fuck the government if we can.
Stand up to Gordon Brown and show him my back hand.
New plan, yes fam, show love to next man.
I do, you can, come together London town.
Eyes Wide Shut
I'm dreaming....
Well before I'm sleeping.
The thought of you's casually creeping inside my mind, that's fine,
but beware if you search you might like what you find.
I'm inclined to be kind.
The design and the way I was shaped it was fate,
Let's not procrastinate.
Man looks for his mate, they re-create,
From his mind and his soul, so before he grows old,
He can tell and be told he's fulfilled his life goal.
He's passed on his dreams and ambitions.
Made some right decisions.
Been shown and shared visions and completed all his missions.
Some things have been fulfilling, and some things not quite so much.
Fealt the love of his friends, and the feeling of a womans touch.
Won, lost, cut costs,
Cared a lot then not given a toss.
Loved his job but hated his boss,
Not known a god but still prayed to a cross.
Times to remember, times to forget.
The ones you'd call angels, and the ones you'd call skets.
So make your mind up and place your bets,
Create your legacy or get left with the rest.
Well before I'm sleeping.
The thought of you's casually creeping inside my mind, that's fine,
but beware if you search you might like what you find.
I'm inclined to be kind.
The design and the way I was shaped it was fate,
Let's not procrastinate.
Man looks for his mate, they re-create,
From his mind and his soul, so before he grows old,
He can tell and be told he's fulfilled his life goal.
He's passed on his dreams and ambitions.
Made some right decisions.
Been shown and shared visions and completed all his missions.
Some things have been fulfilling, and some things not quite so much.
Fealt the love of his friends, and the feeling of a womans touch.
Won, lost, cut costs,
Cared a lot then not given a toss.
Loved his job but hated his boss,
Not known a god but still prayed to a cross.
Times to remember, times to forget.
The ones you'd call angels, and the ones you'd call skets.
So make your mind up and place your bets,
Create your legacy or get left with the rest.
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