Wednesday, 12 March 2008

Shit's how i feel

In silence, I sit, content for a bit

But the days worn me down, to nothing but grit

Nothing too bad itself, but it all adds up

When you carry your baggage till you want to give up

It’s not the way I am, just the things that I do

And I accept to be happy you must have bad moods

To be good all the time, that’s a nursery rhyme

Free of bills, love troubles and money not mine.


I accept, without regrets

I must feel this way,

Wallow in deject

Wait for another day

When more comes of life

Than I can ever speak

When self sacrifice

Brings me all that I seek


But tonight’s the night, and it wont be all right,

Sitting here alone, and I feel like shite

No money left, to socialise,

Shit-tip of a room, I need to realise,

The lies, inside, that I tell to myself,

Drifting through time, not seeking help,

Just getting by, day to day,

Slowly hoping mood taken me, art to create.


I accept, without regrets

I must feel this way,

Wallow in deject

Wait for another day

When more comes of life

Than I can ever speak

When self sacrifice

Brings me all that I seek


When you think of things you shouldn’t have bought

And lessons not learned when they’ve proper been taught

Sitting in your psyche, close down that deep thought

It’s all gonna be good, theres no need to abort.

The mission, autopilot on, Ignition’s right

Accept todays shitness, for tomorrows light

It’s human to cry, in the depths of the night.

The mood will pass, and you will be fine.


I accept, without regrets

I must feel this way,

Wallow in deject

Wait for another day

When more comes of life

Than I can speak

When self sacrifice

Brings me all that I seek

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Blunder

Blunder

I fell sideways,
Losing my balance,
chance to flit to air and carried
By gust or guts or bike or bus.
When it passes I’ll let you know,
Then we can talk again.

I fell downwards,
Body turned to rock,
Skimming across the lake,
To sink like stone to darker zone
Just touching, then returning.
When can we talk again?

I fall far
All corners sagging and soggy.
I get up and dry each day,
Fear what was in is now without
Hoping the time comes
When we can talk again.

I fall all ways
I blunder, voice thunder
Mind floats in inertia,
Gravity free, wished to be
But water falls,
That we can talk again.