Am I denying myself sleep to prove a point?...

Hmm...

This is directed at the world incase there are any insecure folk reading who may take what I say personaly.

Don't miss the point here... I give you more credit than that.

The great ones are the ones that are in denail.

Tragic.

Isn't it?

Hmm...

Here's one to ponder.... It'll have you cracking up I'm sure...

It shouldn't be a revalation...

But it is.

Oh?

Are you happy with your miracle?

This one is purely lyrical. So read it all and think you're cool. Then wonder why you feel so small. Are you happy with your miracle?

I figured it out. I'm writing it now. I'm getting it out. so you can read it now.

Halleluja.

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Heroin does this to you.

This time of recklessness, make not with logic. Don't waist time planning chaotic. Everything in it's right place. Thoughts arise. Now this picasso face. Try colours you like. Not what I might. The art of making a mix tape. This one moment before the rape. I'll apologise for the mess tomorrow. Just take a look at me now. I know. When the young die early. And the old wish they were free. Irresponsibility burns colourfully. So quit acting deliberately. Cool is the pursuit of youth. Youth being the pursuit of recklessness. Watch others wildness and wish no less that you were that way dressed. Stressed, unhappy and inclined to believe that attention is the cause of applause and shopping in stores with doors on the floors makes you cool. This is the broken rule. You're a fool if you see cool in the mirror. Die your hair black. Never look back. Wankers.

''Writers block.''

This is an ode to the poem I never wrote. A shadow now coats as the black cloud floats. I had the answer I swear. A piece of writing better than any adivice. It's message was clear. It rings in the ear. The song of life but now it's blocked by fear. I wish I could show the light burn bright. I wish I could tell you it's going to be alright. But this is merely a tribute to ponder. Where be yonder?

Below is probably one of the worst pieces of writing I've produced but I love it because even if no one gets it. Thats the point.

The Point.

I'm a square ball of wool. Tangled like a fool. To the right of me she sits. And further right my stool. Flick the switch and I unwind. I tell her that she's blind. Give her a treasure to find. I know she won't mind.

We're all clowns here I say. She think's it's a game and decides to play. Gives her self on a plate. And lets me show her the way.

But we're all clowns here I tell her. Look to the right and see, it's an empty seat for me. But I chose left to see my self-hipocrocy. Because we're all clowns you see.

Still she insists that the game must persist, I explain that she missed the point I made exist. So I give up and pretend. Say I see life round the bend. To humor this friend.

But we're all clowns here. And now I've come to here. This song, poem or piece bollocks writing I hope she finds enlightning...

''Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right.''

You sat in the middle of myself and I.

You'll never know why you're as perfect as Pi.

But now you must know that Pi is a lie.

We're all clowns here, you and I. The best you can do is laugh or cry. I'm no saint, you're no sinner, we all paint our friends and pretend we're the winner.

Now I know this wont make sense to many, but it applies to you and any.

We're all clowns here. We live in fear. We play life by ear. We learn from a peer. But he's just another clown here.

So when you find the one that makes you think lifes begun, remember this simple sum...

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right.

Gone to try my luck at having a social life at 7pm on a sunday evening.

Stranger things have happened.

I've never been one for idle chit chat, I thought perhaps it was me lacking something, but no, I realise it's everyone else.

I can talk about myself for years.

The Trap

mushrooms, life, people, society, socialising, insecurities, ignorance, intelligence, youth, age, power, art, god, religion, everything, looks, music, sex, drugs, depression, friends, poetry, clothes, weight, metaphore, language, mushrooms

If only you knew.

''Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right,''

Probably one of the most beautifuly created metaphores...

Utterly ammusing...

One day you'll know... I'll try put it into writing so you get it..

Love ya.

Little girl lost.

I think you say things when you mean them. It's not a different language when I hear them. I'll tell you that I see it. The point I miss but you believe it. Tables turn...

Her house moved in a storm. The girl slept till morn. Unaware of what had gone on. No change from the norm. Untill reality had worn. Two lovers torn.

This isn't creativity or poetry. It's just the way I think and speak. Last week it was my 'philosophy'. That's the point. You see?

Complaints for saints.

The problem became more than just in your brain.
When you looked to someone else for an answer to 'sane'.

I told you the difference between thought and word.
An explanation I think you should not of heard.

Stick to writing with colours and scenery
Don't waist time with meaning and what's here.

Truth is an apple you're given for free.
Don't throw it away and ask for the tree.

It's seriously hilarious seeing and listening to people come out with the kind of profound bullshit I've been trying to tell the world for years.

It was once called intellect.

Now it's become something discussed in pop music.

Still... None of you Really Know.

Wankers.

Redemption for kings.

You won't learn anything. I watch the glass bitch smirk. A stand in for thought. I made a writer girl work. Quills and paper wont do this love justice. I'll fill my glass and urge her to suss this. Whoever gives happiness ties hidden knots. The emperor's new clothes came in a box. Now the time has come to jump ship or fence. The least I can do is end this pretence. You never knew I could be so smug. You never considered that I pulled the rug. The king ammoung blind. I lay my sight down to find. Now the king ammoung kings. I make jest of these things.

I can give you life. I can take it away. I created this game. Now I'm not gonna play.

You all missed the point.

This thing will soon be active again... Just wait untill I see the light one more time.

If you think 'cool' is in your grasp then you're grievously mistaken.


Cool is what happens when you're looking the other way.


Van Gogh never painted the Sunflowers because they were beautiful, they were beautiful because Van Gogh painted them.


Likewise, Bob Dylan was never cool because his name was Bob Dylan, The name Bob Dylan is cool because it belonged to him.


Maybe I won't make sense to you.


Maybe one day you'll realise something and think I'm God, or something. I seriously doubt it though.


Hmm...

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
she studied sculpture at St Martin's college
that's where I
caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola."
she said "Fine,"
and then in thirty seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you."
or what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do."

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said "Pretend you've got no money."
but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure?
Are you sure you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't understand
she just smiled and held my hand

Rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your Dad he could stop it all
Yeah
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance, and drink, and screw
because there's nothing else to do

Sing along with the common people
sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
laugh along even though they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool

Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite and never warn you
Look out
they'll tear your insides out
`cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks it's
all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why

Rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your Dad he could stop it all
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and dance, and drink, and screw
because there's nothing else to do

I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
Aa-aa-ah la la la la...
Oh yeah.  carolina

Common People - Pulp

Don't listen to me, come and see for yourself.

Now I am here I will tell you what I see, a clown crossing the road, a blind man pretending to see, a preacher questioning me, a rich man crying to be free.

Have I ruined it all for you, shattered what was so true to you? Turned rose into blue for you? I'll take all the blame for you, question your intelligence for you, and laugh as my mind tries to be you.

I still see pink when I think, can taste the sweet drink before I notice the boat sink, I can still feel the warm air, the breeze blowing through my hair, and wonder why I ever had a care.

Now you try to be there.