Category Archives: spoken word
Cerberus
If I were an alien
If I were an alien
I would not let on
that my planet was inhabited
it would be cloaked
and that is no joke
for human beings like playing war
If I were an alien
I’d have peace in my world
We wouldn’t be fighting over religion gender or sexuality
we’d have an utopian society.
If I were an alien
I’d simply just be
Seeking answers to this reality
I’d want to find a way to time travel
and unravel the universes mysteries
see what happened at the start and the end
and in between.
If I were an alien
I wouldn’t have pets I’d have friends
I’d nurture creatures to grow
I’d help them to develop
and envelope their hearts with love and creativity
If I were an alien
I’d live a great and long life
full of awesome experience and knowledge
I’d make sure my fellow alien’s also foraged
for knowledge, for learning is infectious
I’d not let anyone be directionless.
Eyes of the eternal
Real tears shed
Eyes of the eternal
Can see the dead
not long gone
Just out of sight.
Like the bird that takes flight
into the white room
with white robes
I looked for you and I froze
I saw you with my undying eyes
you are not gone you can’t die
You live on in my mind
and in a different dimension
of the goddess’s mind.
The white rabbit prince must die video
Radio memories
The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.
The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.
Your heart is not my home
I can’t work out whether I feel upset
that I am alone
or that your heart is not my home
I screamed your name in the hospital
When they held me down
and injected me
Love never happens for me
If I could reach out for your hand
and you accepted my words and deeds
maybe it work out differently
but I am a soldier
I fight with the courage of a lion
or maybe I am still trying.
Adventures in Advertising
Mind boggling
Google goggling
4D
Dimensions of reality
technicolour explosions of light
Interwoven into our sight
Surround sound system
Crisper than crisp crackling
boomier than a bass dropping sound woofer
audio clarity crystal clear
name dropping colour trapping
sound mapping
Sonic flow
whats is better than this I don’t know…
Interface your internet
Respect your Ciri dialect
reality vivaciously virtual
turn on your super clean washing machine
from out of the house
when you not even there
pay for play for
Must have Netflix
your next hit
Prime time video
orgasmatron specs
supernatural sex
With robots please respect
Flex your pecs at the drive in gym
super slim
wide on
Touch screen
latex rubber dream
machine
Stupendous short skirted
Pert nippled
waxed laced and bowed down
In an avalanche of grace
Beautifully designed
apple stacked
peach backed
ass clapped
wrapped in platinum and gold
Liquor
gigantic
Ginormous
credit busting
luscious fruity delicious
prized pricks
that will make you desire
Fiery flames
Floating toting
Great balls of fire
and jerk fireworks.
Miss Rain
She hides ink in her pen
But even when
she doesn’t write
she is full of fight
Her eyes are light
but her tears are rain
hiding her story and her shame
Queen someday
pavements followed
the truth is hard to swallow
Breathing it in
choking and trying to grin
her poems she could have shown me
kept within
unwritten mysteries
our shared history.
