I did not;

I didn't have a book on my person today,
To type is much easier, lest the feel has faded away,

My creativity is starving in spite of keeping up with things not yet legal,

My life has turned into turmoil, I don't know when to eat,
My body will start to crumble and lead me towards retreat
;I am not hidden, the sun's shine will not embrace today.

Another case of self-denial, one more life down the sink,
I did not ask for help, you know everyone sees it for a joke,
My humour will be the end of me, they say.
But i'm not singing for the group,
I'm all out of key,
Defeats the purpose of doing it alone, don't you think?

Yet i'm still having fun complaining;

I DID NOT have sex by my lonesome last night, boo-ya!

GIRL POWER...BANG BANG

She'll treat you like she's got the gun,

She's got the fire to make you turn around and run.

She knows what she wants so she goes out and gets it,

All in her stride and she never regrets it!

ROLL THE DICE

BEEN DEALT A BAD STACK OF CARDS.
LIVING ON MY OWN HAS BECOME RESTRICTIVE.
SCRATCHED OUT LIFE, THAT'S MY LUCK,
PUT A HAND ON THIS PAPER, TELL ME,
DO YOU FEEL THE SAME?

YOU'LL BE A LOVER IN MY BED,
THE TRIGGER INSIDE MY HEAD.
STANDING IN THE LIGHT,
BEGGING FOR THE NIGHT.
I'VE STOOD IN HELL,
QUESTIONED BY CONVICTION, TELL ME,
DO YOU FEEL THE SAME.

LIFE IS BUT A ROLL OF THE DICE.

MORNING COMES.

And the morning arises
along with the comfort of no clothes.
A stretch of the bones
and the elongation of muscles.

The blackness has no feeling,
no matter what happens, it's never giving.
She feels embarrassed so she turns away
before the morning ends, I think she'l go out today.

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU....

I had a dream about you.
I thought you were awake.
You told me things no one else has.
You bought my demons out under the command of your hypnotic spell.
How did you leave your memory with me?

It's been so long now.
Your scars bring relevance to life.
It will carry you forever.
I'm telling myself a story,
with no words that can think.
I react to find it's birth of life.

THE INTERNAL EARTHQUAKE

AM I WORTH SOMETHING?
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

YOU KNOW OUR LIVES WON'T LAST FOREVER
WE'RE JUST REMEMBERED BY EXPRESSIONS IN STONE.

I'M FAILING TO KEEP MY BODY INTACT
MY HEART WANTS LOVE,
BUT MY MIND IS SET OUT TO DISTRACT.

MY LIMBS START TO SHAKE FOR NO REASON
HIT BY AN EARTHQUAKE
LEFT TO FIGHT THE WRATH OF LESIONS.

I KNOW MY LIFE IS NOT OVER
DOES SOMEONE OR SOMETHING STILL WANT ME HERE?

THERE ARE NO MORE CHANCES,
NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO FEAR.

I KNOW WHAT'S BROKEN GETS THROWN OUT
I'LL FIND ANY WAY THERE IS NO DOUBT.

NICK CAVE

He's got hair, with the luxury of neatness.

Thick, black hair, one strand hanging loose.

Thinkers eyebrows as straight as crossroads.

He wants to say what he's thinking, but he's too busy thinking!

His eyes are remaining shut.

He doesn't want reality to sink into his mindset.

The creative path will be lost if things become real again.

He draws to inhale, the anticipation of the next idea.

Provoking it, trying to find which path to follow.

He smokes three cigarettes in a row.

He will get there.

He doesn't want to rush it.

He is alone, just him and his creative thought storm.

SHE

She wants to be single while she travels the world.
With no heads or tails, there isn't too many choices.
Either accept the idea or send yourself into the spiral which 'could have been' more.

Is it manners or scars that get left behind?

Blood Brothers

He has a voice,
A positive outline for an iconic genius.
Undeniable character,
Vulgar, swearing, tea-drinking, British vision,
that needs to be seen to be believed.
Says what he means and don't give no shits.
CHILD OF THE DAMNED.
Energetically charged as he performs his unrelenting masterpiece,
the constant interaction,
bringing together a world-wide family.
THE TROOPERS bellowing out his tunes en masse
the sense of unrivaled welcoming,
for a moment, you're not alone,
the dense congregation of intimate spirits collide.
As the night unfolds and comes to an end,
IRON MAIDEN transformed me into a link of the BEAST.

Love

How can I keep my emotions intact,
when nothing but the world's of trouble get in the way
Do I love you like my heart had intended?
or will I sink like a rock to the bottom of the lake?
The weakness of my being is also my strength
I'm vulnerable to the objection of love.

My mind always wanders away from where it should be.
I've tried to keep a girlfriend but it's me that gets in the way
I've retrained my heart to want what it can't handle
I don't know why,
I can't help myself.

I will always want what I can't have
A loving tragedy of struggle and I'm only hurting myself.
There will never be an end to this
I think of love, you will agree that it's only the passing of pain
if only you could see what I see.

INNER VOICE

The inner voice that demands you be you
Won't come out and shine on through.
Everything you try to keep turns it's back away from you.

Run of Negativity.

It's cold in here..


You don't have a lot to show, from this life you were given
You suck it all out, to give, 
You've made your own prison.

The mistake has been done
You started it and made it become.
You've driven yourself to blankness,
You're in a consistent hole of sadness
We can all see, YOU don't know how to try
So why don't you join a group for the soul-less  

The indifference makes me attracted
but OUR worlds found the way to be contracted.

It felt like this was the last way out of my personal hell.

With what I say i'm crying,
It never gets me anywhere.
It's forced me into a river of lies
Your mind must think it's dying.
My pointless choices need no introduction.
I'll just stand by and await repercussion 

I know a guy that'll tell you to go FUCK yourself
His world isn't in order, all he wants is someone else, someone to hold, someone to love,
His problem is his own head.
He will say "Yes", just to pass the time.
but He will really mean "No" "I won't give you what is mine"

Here you are, thinkin' you've got the shit,
And somehow you think you can get away with it.
Have all the fun your body will let you handle,
All it can do is find it's way back to haunt you.
The skull is now a broken, melody without a beat.

Yeah, Michael (a.k.a WRITER) you really chose a great way to spend your life
and what's left of it, 
As I knew you would, before even you did. You would screw it up.
I've watched you,  watched your life glide by.
Everything you have touched, another person, a t-shirt, the fucking keyboard.
YOU! make them leave you. You're a child. a 26 or 27 year old fucking child
(Not that that would be BAD.., but you know, i'm just refusing to grow up). 

Life isn't all fun and games. There's a serious part somewhere...

seventh of the twelfth

"That kettle is making a lot of noise"  I murmered to myself whilst trying to hold in the explosion of laughter.

After all I should be able to write something that has absolutely nothing mathematical: the kettle declined it's tune and multiplied a few things and belted into a melody.  Yet some how reminds me of Christmas Ugh, what a different sort of month: 

The shopping centres, 

the roads, 

the random acts of kindness, 

the donations, 

the giving, 

the taking, 

the acceptance,

the greed, 

the alcohol, 

the trouble, 

the forgiveness..... 

I could go on but I've lost my almond, Ahh the month of things...

Heartwork.

I knew it was my world, yet I still deceived
I take in all the hate how can I still believe?
I put all my trust into positive negativity
Bad habits a MUST, the destructive road to lust.
They are defining me.

Try and think of the following line,
Convince your mind it's actually alright,
but it's not afraid to lie to you.
Prescription will change the body
Controlling what the thoughts want to do,
I am redefining me

I'm trying to find the right people or place,

To help me turn life into more then a waste.

It's not the right me i'm getting to know,

Do they really care which way i go?

They are  just wolves in sheep's clothing

Look, I'm considering what's wrong with me,

But there are people I've had in life, 
that have left and made the past be.

In the end,
It's only my life I've orphaned

Surely there are other worlds for me.

THE INDIFFERENCES

I wonder what will happen when I change,
All I've taken out of life has left me out of range.

My version of 'thank-you' is to hand over the keys,
My force filled barrier is then thrown away to please.
Trust is won, but has been battle fought,
It's not a life lesson, but a lesson to be sought.

Collected beliefs that make you interpret facts into rights,
Questioning their sanity will only turn days into nights.
It's funny how one event changes the way you do things,
without realisation of the consequences...

I've done it to myself,
so it's how it's meant to be.
No need for anyone else,
My wings will set me free.

PAINTING SURPRISE

Popular
Adventourous and
Impulsive,
New artwork
Takes a little extra time to
Imagine how it looks
Now you've got the image in mind just,
Gaze into the detail.

Simplify the 'Ahh"
Underline the artists name,
Persistant to keep on looking
Reality can not interfere
Imagine thoughts growing without control
Strange to still see people walking by
Excited, but hopeless my eyes give it away.

The dog's for grog!

That girl was nervous when I whistled at her dog
And now all these junkies roll in
Only with a new taste for grog
The first drowning reaction,
instantaneous distraction
I'm trapped with low abilities
And I'll never see anything free.
The deceiving act it might begin
But the impulsive habit's just wearing thin
Your mind shuts down, reflexes take hold
Bodies forced into a negative mould

Anaesthesia has kicked in.

TRAVEL

I came back with two shoes and minus an iPod!

The putrid musk of Rotorua 

A delicacy of food and booze traveled through the abundance of green.

Window down, assaulted by a waft of shitty fragrance

Courtesy of the distant herds.

A meat pie certainly awaits my arrival!

ESCAPING BOREDOM

My breath contaminates the air.

My initiative stagnant, inertia unfair.

Reformed out alive but restricted, sanitised.

And still boredom has arrived

But has come out enormously sized.

My mind is trying but it doesn’t seem to work.

Is it there or just outright denying?

I can’t escape boredom how hard I try. 

CONTESTING RIVALRY

You know you're not much good

You try your best without even trying

You have no idea what you’re up against

Do you think you can pretend forever

Ahh... Come on you can do it

Just teach yourself to be able to do it.

Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.

You mark it down and hope for connection

Putting thoughts to paper will it be your resurrection?

Apparently these days it’s another various

The day rolls on with no simplified consequence

But then again how can you find the one that won’t slip away

And here you are.