Feb. 7, 2012 12:26 pm
Somewhere else, Where the pain abates, Where the respect is mutual, And wars are mere word exchanges, Where gender is equal, And the weak are not kicked, That is where I reside, Not here....? Read?MoreFeb. 7, 2012 12:25 pm
I see the barroom lech, Eyes on the rear ends of women, His prey, His weekend ritual, The ritual of that male beast, Tuppenny deviant, Bargain pervert, Early release recidivist, I try and burrow into that brain, And find I am playing a flipside version, Of his peculiar sport.? Read?MoreFeb. 7, 2012 12:21 pm
We all have it, from the humble teacup, To the needle and spoon, The prayer wheel, Worry beads, Sweating on a gym torture wrack, For the sake of the internal vanity, Pills and potions, Chemical interventions, Uniforms of piety, lust and intent, The strange sweeteners of this narrow and swift life, Post-post modern junkyard of the mind and body.? Read?MoreFeb. 7, 2012 12:16 pm
Apologists for stances, Ski masks and AK 47 bibles, Boring football chants ever second Saturday, Until the organisation decides you've has enough, Apologists for all kinds of doctrinal ordure, Men I see with rheumy eyes, Dreaming of Brigadoon Ireland, Scotland, Palestine, Words becoming hurtling bullets, No gentle Jesus here, Only the diktats of blinkered idiots, Armchair marxists, And...? Read?MoreFeb. 2, 2012 8:38 am
The tasks of Sisyphus, The myth of progress, The paths of glory, Unto the graveyard epitaph. All too we burn out, For vainglorious reason, For all the usual collisions, For all the times the wine turned to water. Messiahs in pinstripe, Wise words in short supply, Ordure the menu de jour. And all the time the ellipses of seduction, Pint tumblers, Whisky rings on the table, Wedding...? Read?MoreFeb. 1, 2012 11:08 am
I see the many forms of dementia on offer, In bottle, keg or draught. Necessary forms to keep away the doctor, By being the self medicating self.? Read?MoreFeb. 1, 2012 11:05 am
Some folk capitulate to mediocrity, Settle for mind-numbing TV, And nostalgia as narcotic, I count the casualties. I count the days between petty luxuries And wonder what I am actually for? No direction, No career, No purpose, No method, No teacher, Contentment. Just that. No real anxiety. Breathe in and exhale tension.? Read?MoreFeb. 1, 2012 11:02 am
Hardly tense, though moments pass slowly, The increments of difficult speech, The dull speech of reason. The quantum boredom, The dull thud of unreasonable social welfare punchlines. I will always be alone as we all are. More of the same. Marginal, Always marginal, Peddling as much sense as I can from the dross on offer, Prefrontal cortex at least keeping a lid on the possible...? Read?MoreFeb. 1, 2012 10:58 am
And so the day waned, Spent on inexpensive orgasms, Defeating the cynicism in physical congress, Endorphins freely flowing, Rare on these dull winter days, Days numbed by the cold, And the indifference of others. Glad to stand and face myself, Be aware of the face that has weathered These 42 years.? Read?MoreJan. 29, 2012 8:49 am
At the precipice there is always one, The lone voice urging caution, Spurring you on to higher ground, Real friend, Sometimes the only one that reads your lines, However inflated, deflated, Or self pitying. Real friend, The one that knows your past, And empathises with your present, And gives me hope for the future. There sometimes is only the need for one, One is all that matters, ...? Read?MoreJan. 29, 2012 8:19 am
Off the perch, I was never on one anyway, I never had any status, I am the perennial never was man. Back to the pub, Except I can't take refuge, As I'm in exile here. Geordieland, Where us Scots were relegated to our own, Disputed lands and violent pasts, Who the hell am I anyway. Garbage. Human trash. I might as well realise that and get on with the task in hand. My body's...? Read?MoreJan. 29, 2012 8:10 am
Various so-called friends, Parasites sponging hard fought pennies, Grooming my lady for future gropes. Horrific visions of a lonely future, As the old pals die out, Their illnesses my illnesses. I look to a invisible future, A marriage without spouse, Money the guarantor, As per bloody usual. Out-bloody-rageous friends, The kind I have to avoid, The mentally overwrought, The crazy on...? Read?MoreJan. 29, 2012 8:03 am
To lust a paean, To love a hollow laugh, To friendship the slam of a door, To drink a toast, To life more hollow laughter, I stand on the ledge And look for reasons not to leap.? Read?MoreJan. 29, 2012 8:00 am
Relegated to the welfare cracker joke, Societal footnote. Locked into a childish exchange with the other self, Trapped yet again. Wishing for a pain free future, But the oasis of calm only available In pill form, In moments of graveside peering, Wishing for a pain free present, It seems is too much to ask. The page expects much, And I deliver a thin gruel. Words worth naught.? Read?MoreJan. 14, 2012 6:56 am
Time out of joint, Time frozen in optimism, Time in renewal, Time for oneself. Don't often get that luxury in the mental purgatory of the day.? Read?MoreJan. 14, 2012 6:53 am
Hope, funereal hope, As you left your spiral. I watched the decline, And we laughed, I cried in that Scottish way, Internally, alone, under the sheets. Faith, deathless faith, Even though the evidence is far to the contrary, One has to maintain some kind of dementia, Necessary dementia, Small pieces of chocolate gold, Melting futures, Typical Celtic gloom. All pointing to manifest...? Read?MoreJan. 14, 2012 6:45 am
The empty glass, Emptying head, Empty pockets, Welfare shocks galore, Breadline, Buddhism by necessity.? Read?MoreDec. 28, 2011 9:08 am
I hear the misanthropy, The rattling of age old sabres, Sectarianism as club membership, The lie of nationalism, The irreligious football chant as gospel, Trash monks in sportswear, The moronic majority. I struggle to hear the child's plea, Help the boy within. Lost in time to the sociopathic father, The reduced mother, Scots-Irish bloodlines, Whisky sentences, THC inflected periods...? Read?MoreDec. 28, 2011 9:03 am
The limp handshake, Masonic intent, Rheumy eyes and whisky breath, Burns' oaths and auld Scots nonsense; The home of the idiotic loony visionary, Wha's like us, and all that communal lunacy, Trade unionists giving in to the the selfish urge, Masonic lines, boy's clubs for the terminally unimaginative. Laughing in the face of arcane questions. I will never join that club.? Read?MoreDec. 28, 2011 8:57 am
The Hastings endgame, The final punchline, A life of illusion, delusion and fakery, Freedom gained at others' expense. Comrades left for dead on expeditions, Partners sullied and traduced, Sanity left at the gates, Thelema: the rules set by the mania, The driving force of freedom and lust, Freedom the key. The Great Beast was never as bad as was painted, Selfish and a little idiotic, ...? Read?Morefriday the 13th jimmy fallon jimmy fallon michael pineda coachella 2012 constitution day constitution day
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