A letter to Suicide

Suffocating in the waters of despair,
Undulating & torn I prayer,
Insurmountable woe beyond compare,
Cataclysmic emotions I have but dare,
Insomniac delusions that are soo contrary,
Depressive thoughts whilst I watch and stare:
Enliven thy spirit from body with care!

Proverb 25

"Eat your dinner whilst its hot!"


A response that Leyfinder Nightstorm gave in response to the reading of my texts at dinner time.

Proverb 24

People like cooking; they just don't like having to cook.
People enjoy cleaning; they just don't like having to clean.
People are often mean; they just don't like having to be mean.
People love to complain; they just don't like having to complain.
Its a bit of a funny dichotomy this is; that people can enjoy a task in one context and hate the same task in a different context.

You are not a piece of meat!

(1) You are not a piece of meat,

With legs just clad for chaps who tweet:

About their rags of fugitive deceit,

And in their eyes abundant Critique; Retreat!

And born of personage;

And crafted like clay.

You are the deliverance:

Of some mans Payday!

(2) So who was this crafter,

Who sculpted your mind,

Who belittled your pride,

Who taught you to waggle your fair-hind?

This is the convent of societies sign,

A declaration of equality mine:

To be is to act under your tyne (3);

And your tyne is to get your act in line!

Footnote:

(1) This poem was inspired completely from thoughts I had after my philosophy seminar earlier on the "Freedom of Women". I wanted to express my views on how we as a society indoctrinate our children and then later adults who become this suppressed; isolated being.
The subject matter of the seminar (revolutions in thought) mainly focused around the theories raised by Mary Wollstonecraft.

(2) I go on later, after the first or second stanza; to express my opinion that this suppression and lack of equality is a issue which cannot be fixed without the root cause of the problem being amended; in this case that issue which condemns the rest of society into subservience and allows itself to be lead by that of a despot.

(3) Tyne was originally time, I decided to change it to tyne/tine because it actually seemed to make more sense with what I was trying to convey as well as a more logical rhyme.

What I was trying to express was the driving force which tells you to stay in line which in this case is an ambiguous (sharp) force. This could be government acting under the guise of authority; parents under the guise of carer or even religious pastors under the guise of spiritual authority.

That which turns youth to age, soil to sand and life to death.

I strike a pack,
Against the one; who makes us weak,
Who turns us bleak; easy to seek.
Though it may never speak,
You find it does so often reap!

We must all beat, beat, beat;
Against the one who makes us bleat,
Who turns us grey,
With every passing day.
This one we must slay!

A faceless beast,
So full of nothing.
A trackless beast,
On souls it feasts;
This one must rest in peace.

Let us strike a pack,
Against the one of darkness & dread;
So many are lost,
So many are dead:
Will power; Sheds light ahead!!!

In remembrance of my Grandad Cole.

Written to this Clannad - Coinleach Glas An Fhómhair.
Whilst walking with my dad and Tess near pinks farm.

Clannad - Coinleach Glas An Fhómhair.

The National Health Careless System

The health-care system is a fucking fraud;
No brain'd Shamblers roam the ward.
Laughing, cahooting; unprofessional whores!
With frightful respect to our patients or laws!

They moist the mouth with nothing but spores;
Boasting about their reverential cause.
Quoting those long forgotten; pause
Because of certainty with flaws!

And why the flaws,
Without any righteous case?
And why the flaws?
Pathetic reason; apathetic embrace.

Therefore you tip them upside down;
Like cattle prepared for the slaughter,
I shun you; life-robbing soul harvesters:
Stringing us along, whilst you prance, FOOLISH!!!

To a happy poem for your new year!

Happy hardcore metal, you know it existed .
Ah pluto; you are so far away.
Why must you bark and bite in that way.
You twist your head and say; no way!

I am here, so let out a cheer!
You may indeed all relish this beer;
So again anouce a mighty bounce!
To let your fellows roam and prounce...

Toward time ticks but every ounce,
Click - clock; the hour of none.
It was not ment as a wicked pun,
Aboard time sails like feathery flounce!

So know they not but words too humble,
Abreed the on this vesil before the rumble;
To let your mind open and thus; unwind!
Sleep well you paladins of the midnight hour,
Avast; Will Power!*1

(This is a reference to the lyric from Hammer Time,"Stop; can't touch this").
This new poem was inspired by two elements:

1. Firstly I have recently had the  desire to want to express my creative side. I have missed poetry and this is a first attempt for the year. A proper attempt which I have actaully bothered to record .
2. I listened to this song and wrote some of the poem in time with the song

Remix - Manowar  Kings of Metal Techno Happy Hardcore