LEST I FORGET.

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LEST I FORGET.

Here I sit like father a son
Bent on one desire
Eyes cast down there is only one delight
To make the grade succeed, be there.

Time is just a thief set to steal your life
I am just a rag and bone man
Collecting all the dreams of those around
Praying their disease I might catch.

Learning my lines, no glossy magazines
Reading and remembering, oh my head aches
But a shadow grabs my stomach
And takes away its self-respect.

There are dusty strings upon the wall
I want to touch but ages cast
Disconcerting eyes to chagrin me
Cannot I have my chance yet – I want it.

Change is just a metaphor
For life that never moves.

Too late the die is cast my way
I smile and sup my beer
The warm liver nectar
To chide my dreams no more.

When placing ink on hallowed parchment
I place myself before the questioning eyes
To stand the test of challenge, I seek to
Brush aside the dust that hides my heart.

Torch the deceiver, I thought I could see
Reflection by the pillar, was salt sent for me
Teacher, teacher, teach what I know
Mould my mind so heart to follow
Make me what I am, I am, am you!

Liven like the halbern heretic
That I know never will arrive for me
Feeling like the death I warmed to eat
Sad like the object I wanted to lust
Seeing no exit, except where I came in
Heading for that warmth lest I forget – I forget.

GRUM

LEAVING.

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LEAVING.

So here it goes once more
Another chance to plug the gap
One more cue to make the grade
Mind and body energize
Before the time was nigh.

Yet having eyes cannot see
Plain no lies, no plutocracy
Banging head to shake the brains
Ranging the guns against the air
Don’t mind that there’s no-one there.

It seems strange to field a hope
That when the credits come to read
Someone somewhere still believes
That credits gone where credits’ due
Is that a dream to make believe – after all?

Know not ever, not a care
Tired are the eyes to climb this stair
Shadow lies the noose for that.

Time is the angel stealing the breath
Enemy and friend all rolled into one
Never to know the pain it wrought
Always to count – down to its end.

Lost has the soul ever searching
True is the spirit knowing it all
Gone is the music once sung
Left by back door, exit stage right.

Seeing is not believing
Knowing is never to do
Action the precursor of life
Dying the deed that it brings
Unable to sway the immovable
Chastisement not good enough
Shatter the need that lay within.

On the bed of nails it ends
Whisper comes to steal the breath
Unfinished sonnet, unfinished foe
Left to the innocents, never to know – or go.

GRUM

IN OUR DREAMS.

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IN OUR DREAMS.

I feel alone when im not with you
destroyed and dejected I cry
How can I be expected
To live a life so cold.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

If time is the healer of all the wounds
Did I ever really care enough for you
Was the feeling strong enough to bare
The burden of distance to keep us apart.

So they tell me our dreams are theirs
In the city of fear we make our bed
Giving it over to circumstance
Enslaved by desire to simply survive.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

Can the believer really take it back
Watch the deceiver s/he will reveal all
I know the story, then so do you
Time is the healer, has it for you?

In our dreams, we pray for it all
In our dreams, we never fall
But life isn’t simple, if it was
Why is death so humiliating.

I have no heart to push the pace
There are no dreams that live like memories
No shadows to hide the destiny
From sight, I see, do you?
Walking like the living dead
I dread the sentiment I must share
Two parts are never a pair
Only halves of a conundrum never to be solved.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

GRUM

Smile.

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1) Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.
2) At the end of every party there is always a girl crying.
3) One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger.
4) You’ve never quite sure whether it’s ok to eat green crisps.
5) Everyone who grew up in the 80’s has entered the digits 55378008 into a calculator.
6) Reading when you’re drunk is horrible.
7) Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes you feel really manly.
8) You’re never quite sure whether it’s against the law or not to have a fire in your back garden.
9) The least pretty woman on a night out gets off with the georgeous guy and you lose respect for him.
10) Nobody ever dares make cup-a-soup in a bowl.
11) You never know where to look when eating a banana.
12) Its impossible to describe the smell of a wet cat.
13) Prodding a fire with a stick makes you feel manly.
14) Rummaging in an overgrown garden will always turn up a bouncy ball.
15) You always feel a bit scared when stroking horses.
16) Everyone always remembers the day a dog ran into your school.
17) The most embarrassing thing you can do as schoolchild is to call your teacher mum or dad.
18) The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.
19) Some days you see lots of people on crutches.
20) Every bloke has at some stage while taking a pee flushed half way through and then raced against the flush.
21) Old women with mobile phones look wrong !
22) Its impossible to look cool whilst picking up a Frisbee.
23) Driving through a tunnel makes you feel excited.
24) You never ever run out of salt.
25) Old ladies can eat more than you think.
26) You can’t respect a man who carries a dog.
27) There’s no panic like the panic you momentarily feel when you’ve got your hand or head stuck in something.
28) No one knows the origins of their metal coat hangers.
29) Despite constant warning, you have never met anybody who has had their arm broken by a swan.
30) The most painful household incident is wearing socks and stepping on an upturned plug.
31) People who don’t drive slam car doors too hard
32) You’ve turned into your dad the day you put aside a thin piece of wood specifically to stir paint with.
33) Everyone had an uncle who tried to steal their nose.
34) Bricks are horrible to carry.
35) In every plate of chips there is a bad chip.
I got this from another website and it made me smile.

LAURENTIAN SHIELD.

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LAURENTIAN SHIELD.

Looking through a hollow window frame
At the desperation outside
Wondering where it will lead
In this sullen, heavens hell.

I take my stupefacient
That seeks to stultify my mind
Closing another chapter’s rollick
Lovelorn for what I know not – not yet.

And as the hawfinch bends to drink
The feeling I have been there before
Sings like a madrigal beckoning me
To partake of this seasons solitudinal malaise.
I seek to seek the Chiltern hundreds
Though never have I raised my voice in angers stared
Not egregious nor full of effrontery
But effusive in my self sought demise.

Well filibustered once too often
I climb my ivory tower and so to sleep.
I’ve grabbed the jabot the magisterial onager
But there is no gavotte, the time I know
I will not heteroclyne for anyone
There is not enough time left inside.

Irony the thief of mind has come to
Leave me intestate, prostrate staring blankly
From inside this withered hell, I
Mesomorphate twixt living and dying
Too afraid to raise a cry knowing only
Those who breath are sure to die.

This seriocomic picture book paraphrase
Eking out existence to feel the
Catatonia that blames this on erstwhile pointless career.

It’s not without remorse I grip the taffrail
But the tryst has been appointed and I
Must reach to make the appointed hour
The willy-nilly fortitude has come to go and so return
A laurentian shield to wine and dine the soul
But always through this frameless window
We perversely call life.

GRUM

KILLING MACHINE.

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KILLING MACHINE.

How long will the mind be bent
The shoulder pushed to the wall
Will time be a saviour to set free
Or a shackle the weight to drag down.

Like the shadow only time will tell
Bending in toil to gain the grail
Giving up life to live like a fool.

So shouting like angels
The rooftops we employ
Harbour the sinister
That seeks to destroy – free will.

In a dream the world it seems
Like a fantasy come true
But alike in the distance
Is not the same at home.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Placing the charges from belt to belt
Counting the numbers till it doesn’t count
Numb at the thought of it.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Hurly burly the bustle of life
Organisation the disenchanter
Seeking not the battle
It endeavours to win.

And wild is the rose
Whose petals are tender
Young is the heart
That seeks to pretend(er).

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Well here it is
The fledgling knows
Broken wings must grow into legs.

GRUM