Pop star pink

Really you’re a can of dreams
a product on a shelf
A mystery sold with stealth
cool as a cucumber
you don’t slumber
Your image bright as a summers day
To the music industry you pray
to break through
into the mainstream
a pop artist with an image sheen
singing a clean song
when you want to swear
creativity gone your left with despair
and singing in your underwear
to pull in the punters
life is full of grunter’s and groaner’s
and beautiful songstress moaners
sounding like their fresh as a big O
or dancing like a jiggle low
you all sound the same
but the money’s good
sing for all your worth you know you should.

Inside the mad man

The clammer of the overthinking overwhelmed mind

chattering away with itself like a overused hard drive.

Hope, but she is a caged bird waiting for her master

faith but all faith is enslaved in disaster.

A sonnet of despair, a song of solitude

a monologue of filth and the rude

a innocent boy and a prude.

A crazy overbearing self talk squawk

a chalk drawing of heart that’s been erased.

A penis looking up at the sky

A black dog biting its owner

A loner waiting for the strength to cry.

Freedom from attachment

but a wanting to be engaged and attached

Discourse divorced a face scratched.

silence like a scream

a dream turning into a nightmare

a blank stare

a daydream being expelled.

Hell carrying on into a lonely hello

An eye open that cannot be shut

a slut shutdown clown

love becoming only a noun.

They call it white lightening

They call it white lightening

I down you so fast it’s frightening

I often wonder on the consequences

the thunder if not restrained deafens me sequentially

blurred vision and stomach acid

I cannot restrain the panic and feel placid

are you my really my Dutch courage?

as you ravage my life force and cause discourse

Bad decisions and unsafe sexual intercourse

my money is gone like my dreams

Distant dreams but my sadness screams

in surround sound and high definition

I have pressed the fuck it button I gave myself permission…

Ready player 1 for the experience engine that is life

Ready player 1 for the experience engine
Life is the greatest game ever mentioned
a game within games
be the character in your heart
not the skin in which you were spawned
make the most of what you born with
so pick up that guitar
play with the fire
of love
fly your kite
spar and fight
and get your blackbelt
write about the stories and dreams you felt…

New Year’s Eve with friends

Holding hands and mumbling the words of auld lang syne.
life is having a great time
with great friends that are mine
talking chatting shit jokes and the blues
but remembering that this year is history and we can choose
to see the new year in
and this our new year to win
in the face of life’s chase
and we must grasp it with haste