Lust

I think I have fallen in lust.
Yeah I’ve fallen in lust alright.
My heart was an absolute dusk,
That now has burst into light.

Crush

I am going to think about you
Until my face turns navy blue.
And maybe when I’m all thought out
My crush on you will harbour doubt.
But since this morning, my mind engaged
And heart with adrenalin enraged,
I have but thought of nothing more
Than the thing I thought about before.
Because no matter what I do,
I just can’t stop thinking about you!

You treat me like a paving slab,
(I think I need crush rehab)
And swallow up the words I say
As if they’re getting in your way.
You look at me as past or litter!
Jesus Christ! That makes me bitter.
But still I melt to speechless state,
Once shagging you I contemplate.
So maybe being used by you
Is why I’m here (near navy blue)
But still I cannot hate you for it,
In fact I rather do adore it.
So use me, abuse me, treat me wrong,
Play with my agony and lead me on.
Give me that fiery hormonal rush
And continue to be my loyal crush.

Burnt

When did I ask this heart to wed
This brutal feeling, from which it bled?,
And such a throb that had occurred
That to the depth of mind it stirred.
To still this day I toss and turn.
And oh my heart so hates to burn.
Yet walls I brick to soften fate,
Are useless and are far too late.
Have ever I so broken heart,
That even thoughts from head depart.
And now so lonely do I sit,
That have no love to hate a bit.

God! I Hate People At Airports

God! I hate people at airports.
They rush to be first on the plane.
Then they stand in a queue
With nothing to do
But wait to be seated again.

God! I hate people on planes.
They spend hours rearranging their stuff.
They stand still in the lane
Only then to complain
That people are not quick enough.

God! I hate kids sat behind me.
Flying must be an exciting fad.
‘cause they kick at my seat
‘till the journey's complete.
I think that I’m going to go mad.

Grapes

Isn’t it lucky how grapes
Are filled with tasty sweet juice.
Which otherwise could be filled
With any sort of horrid liquid profuse.
I like to pierce them with my back
Teeth and then chew.
And I think how glad I am
That they’re not filled with poo.

(I was on the motorway. Grapes were my only inspiration)

Harry's Belt Has Broken

Harry’s belt has broken,
His was his favourite one.
One minute it was round his waist,
Then next, the buckle’d gone!
His jeans felt suddenly baggy
And Harry’s bits felt loose,
And when he realised it had broke
He cried. It was no use.

Oh belt that was so loyal,
Why did u have to break!
No other belt will ever do,
Our hearts forever ache.

A Beach's Concubine

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That wonders in His sands.
A slave, I am, to every grain
That marries to my hands.

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That strides out to His Sea.
A slave, I am, to every wave
That crashes into me.

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That stares out at His view.
A slave, I am, to every sight
That catches me anew.


I wrote this poem on a beautiful, deserted Beach in Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand, where I literally was at the mercy of its stunning views.

Somebody

Somebody pressure the tip and cut me.
Somebody scream and interrupt me.
Somebody say I’m a door and shut me,
For I’m too tired to move.

Somebody tighten the fists and break me.
Somebody lower the head and forsake me.
Somebody start up the car and take me,
For I’ve got nothing to prove.

Somebody beat at the bush and bleed me.
Somebody take who I am and be me.
Somebody wrap up the words and free me,
For words are nothing to use.

Somebody force at the will and correct me,
Somebody think that it wouldn’t affect me.
Somebody, please, come and protect me,
For I’m so scared that I’ll lose.

Colourful Divide

Am I in such a world that cannot be?
That cannot understand a peace of mind?
Am I in such a place that conquers all the thoughts of Me?
That fails to conquer what is left behind?
And such an absolute it cannot falter,
And cannot see the colour of divide?
And what should hide this power but the Altar
And the politics and laws we must abide.
Am I such an incomplete that I am muted?
Am I such a body that I am not seen?
And so material and arrogance disputed,
By characters compassionless and keen.
Am I in such a world with no attention.
That makes a life within it a survival.
Which shamefully is of its own invention.
And fearfully is far from a revival.


Sometimes I fall into that 'Oh God, what an awful world we live in' feeling so this one is
about being frustrated with it all and a mild desire to become a hippie.

Catholic 26

So proud are you that you cannot state your fault?
So high and mighty fair and logic halt?
So absolute that body tastes of bread.
So self-defeating reason’s put to bed.
Embrace your fear and your punishment.
Deny man’s nature with the weeks of Lent.
(yet wallow in the agony of tempt)
Know no God, until you die unsinned.
Yet if it’s so no man knew God as friend.
You praise the gift he made from dust.
Yet to forsake not what you must.
You praise His name for what was good.
Yet to forsake not what you should.

So proud are you that none but you know God.
So high and mighty you escape His rod.
So absolutely that no more you entice.
So self-defeating you fail to see the price.
Oh life of waste! A suicide from Word.
That gave up life, for something so absurd.
(there is a song called life you have not heard)
Know no God, for you will die alone.
But be not sad, happiness is life’s own.
You worship Fate and not His name.
Yet truly you were not to blame.
It’s strange how stories do succeed.
Just be careful what you read.

17

Weren’t we just like when we were in love?
When sex was in each kiss and look and touch.
And no words were needed to say how much I loved you,
For no words could ever tell you just how much.
We lay intertwined with each other,
Wanting but not needing more than this.
Every look so cared for, every touch so soft,
And falling more in love with every kiss.
Weren’t we just like when we were in love.
Beautiful as such a perfect two.
And now were here all over again, in love,
And as you’re loving me, I’m loving you.