23 January 2015

Fuck Everything (or Bring Back The Old Mild Riots)

Can't shake that feeling that we've given up
Far too much in exchange for nothing
More than excuses to be unhappy

Allowing our heads to be held under water
Never let us speak poorly of this
Agreement bonded in secrecy

Smoke coming from the ground where dirt used to be
Kicked up to fight for much less
What pitiful worlds we have become

Mustering the shared strength for real change
Won't happen in time
For us to enjoy the spoils

11 December 2014

Raised By Wolves is a Hat Slogan

Sometimes you just get sick

The not so pretty girl being courted
By the obvious human waste
Bragging about being banned
From the prestigious establishments
The McDonalds and supermarkets
For calling people fat and stealing food
Standing by self proclaimed


Of the girl not far from here
Just as inexperienced with the pink
Bobble hat hiding well groomed
Blonde hair and a backpack
That screams transitional youth
Doing her makeup

To the recovering drug addict

You don't need to reveal anything
We all know
Those nights slept rough or for money
And chemical abuse are all too
Recognisable in your skin
The lines of experience and
Sunken eyes of a chequered past

Betray you

All of this is utterly pointless
There's no benefit to this
To these words
A fun distraction and exercise in

Building a quaint little part of the world

19 November 2014

Holding Hands in Different Scenarios

Constantly late when I'm running early
Try to read a little and get lost in
Awkward fantasy requiring eyes closed
Most of the way and a bag to hand
Feeling more or less vividly

Teenagers always have everything worked out
Perfectly down to every futile detail
Wonder if they'll look back and cringe
Probably not

Smiled at the girl with headphones
Got a smile back
Always intrigued to know if a little narcissism would help
Feel sick just picturing it
No smile back today

Close eyes a little less to visualise
Which feels somewhat pointless
Get excited considering a coffee
An obvious distraction

From a Canadian prospective the venue is
Less than innocent which seems odd
Hear the words and feel the movement
Looking into her eyes
Holding hands

18 November 2014

Quite The Opposite of Adrenaline

It doesn't comes close to making sense anymore
I've gained so much of myself that reality has become
So far to be much of a nothingness
I can't wish my pain upon anyone
Trapped within the prison I erected with glial
My own personal glory box
Fucking everything without discretion while
I hide myself away from it all from everyone
To keep myself on the fringe
Comfortable yet in agony
Loving and dreading the attention
Purchasing an early bird ticket
One day I'll have dim lit quiet spaces
To myself and those of my choosing

25 March 2014

Erroneous Honesty

When I consider all that I am
Everything ugly and deceitful
All my fallacious honesty

My basest needs and desires
Rooted in unlikely lust

Devoid of merit and talent
No distinction beyond existing
Thrusting my existence infinitely
Releasing all that is vile and rancid
Everything evil and hateful
Bursting forth from my core
Burning through pores
Blistering the skin

There is oddity in my odyssey
Through every misplaced vanity
Wanting more or less wants
Secretly and openly
I long to be adored