The Naive (Part 1 of 2)
January 28, 2012
Returning to the, the mind frame of the winner
Experiment this instant; no such thing as a sinner.
Here in my company, pills, beers, fizzy tablets and
Marijuana: party time has come; the man with sand
Is not required. Time to trip and forget
Stress. The boss is gone; I’m glad I met
My dealer when I did, my eye feel like crystals –
Being on the South Coast… No fear of pistols!
Feel the music, the bass is your heartbeat.
You know what happens next: move your feet
To the arousing rhythm: self-consciousness
Is futile, as long as you maintain consciousness.
You don’t like the buzz? Man, that’s a-OK –
Jut as long as you light my joint: don’t get in my way.
Drugs, not just the preserve of the massively rich –
Nope — for me and you, when all we want is a switch
From the same old: had this conversation so many
Times, so I’m gonna change it up by spending some penny.
Worth every one, my body throbs, inhibitions go –
You’re celebate, a virgin, inexperienced, I know.
I’m not pushing this stuff, just letting the flow
Of my warm brain explore new ideas, so to your mind I throw
Them — chemicals, you see, are all that your
Brain understands! So a few more can’t hurt poor
You — fuck depression, try this hallucinogen:
It’s as crazy as what I let go from this pen.
The Confident One (poem)
January 27, 2012
My veins are alight — passionate vehemence
Ignited, the tongue of the flame quivers,
Shakes, dances and hates. So let heat commence –
Taken for granted, I will combust… No more shivers
Now: total destruction ensues. Took me at face
Value… I used to cry here; instead I’ll explode –
So, so, alone, I feel like a disgusted new race.
I’m declaring war: the fuel you are sets me down this road
At breakneck pace. Frozen winter landscape
Where I did hibernate; a graveyard now, where trees
Are tombs. How the sun does scorch, and rape,
Pilages, defiles… I am the fire — whose goal’s to freeze
Unappreciation, to layer a cake of ash. Stand where
You are, just accept my promise: fate does not exist.
Take existential liberty and love how many years spare
You’ve got! All the blood that once spilt from your wrist;
New red will take its place. Take account
Of the wisdom you have: but search always for more:
You’ll never know what you need, when hate could mount
Your being, everso fast… Remember what you’re living for.
So do not take all for granted,
As my pen on paper cannot always be planted…
Fade — Part 1 (Poem)
January 26, 2012
To borrow time, that’s why I came –
I’ve nowhere to run, no-one to blame…
You’re killing and you’re hurting,
So with suicide I’m flirting:
It’s pitch black, all around me.
I’m begging, I’m crying: just free
The man, how could he have cancer?
I came alone and any sacrifice, for an answer
To how long we all have left…
As right now I’m empty, I’m bereft
Of all the smiles that I deserve –
He’s the one who’s ill, but it’s my nerve
That’s truly offended:
From humans I am descended,
And I can’t stand and watch this
Slow extraction, before I can even miss
His presence; I have to watch him fade,
After all the memories he and I have made.
Death — death, answer me, please –
I’m alone and I’m broken, I’m on my knees.
He took such care and pride
In health, so why should you side
With extinction, and pull him away?
What do I have to do, what do I have to say?
Every emotion, I thought, had its place…
So I’ll keep my strength, just in case:
But how can I escape tragedy
When death’s pagentry
Is so final, so cold, so brutal –
The very end, you wan to mute all
Future events. I want to scream
At what I deem
Ridiculous. But here is the thing,
Which really multiplies that sting:
Life will carry on, without a second’s pause.
When one is closed, infinite doors
Open: but behind them lie more memories
With which I take with unrestricted ease,
Only to have my friends and loves
Stolen from me, just like fragile doves
Shot down and ruined, without remorse –
Where can I hide, where can I run? When this course
Of life, it brings me head-first into heartbreak;
Just how can I these tragedies take?
Cannabis taxation: common sense
January 25, 2012
I’m going to be writing a number of pieces on my opinion on the decriminalisation of narcotics, most specifically on the legalisation of Cannabis, in a variety of mediums: from a literary perspective; from personal experience; from a political standpoint; from an angry standpoint, and others: all backed up by science, of course.
For now, I thoroughly recommend this link and commend Sir Richard Branson for speaking the truth. Luckily, he won’t get the sack like Prof. David Nutt who also spoke common sense. Definitely worth a read.
“Back from the brink”, and other cliches
January 25, 2012
Allow me to indulge in cliches for a moment.
Today was the perfect example of a day threatening to spoil what has been a sensational week, but which, thanks to resolve, has become another excellent set of memories. And so, I’m afraid, cliches best fit the situation. Here are a few of the awful things which work well: ‘I fell, but I got back up‘; I came ‘back from the brink‘; I thoroughly ‘would not give up‘; I ‘looked into oblivion‘ but did not jump.
Horrible. Disgusting. Putrid. Read the rest of this entry »
Ally (poem)
January 25, 2012
It’s short and sometimes sweet:
Doesn’t happen often, but when we meet,
Who could stop us? Two-person army,
Truly unstoppable — the only way to calm me
Is to see your face, to know I’m not alone…
The purpose of this is to let it be known:
When you insult my being, it ain’t just
Me who’ll retaliate: no, my partner here will bust
A hole, three times your shot and
He won’t miss: you may be sand
Hidden in a desert; but we are the wind
Who’ll never lose. So we’ll keep you pinned
To the floor, where you and dirt reside –
Our battle tactics to each other we confide…
This verse is simple and that’s the point.
No hidden meaning, just oil to grease the joint,
That holds us together, to unite
For the inevitable: to withstand your fight,
To endure the pain, then we’ll make you pay:
‘Cause carpe diem, baby: we always seize the day.