Survival

Driving through the desert

In that beat up Peugeot

That had no aircon

We were patient

There was scenery rocks, shepherds

Avoiding the terrorists

Going places

Racing along quite well really

Trying to get to the Dead Sea

To the oasis

So Ori and I could show Mum

That place

And float

Have mud baths

Bath in the spring

Then going on to the red sea

Beaches, hotels

Going on to the pyramids

Camels, horses, Arabs.

The magnificent desert

With Bedouin, sparrows and leopards

Spanning Millions of years

of survival.

Rain

The word is God
But I can't manage that,
I end up sounding like
A used car salesman
(God give her a line)

Physical things
I can handle better
But I wish I hadn't
Sent that letter
(He wouldn't be my valentine)

You know, the raw stuff
A brisk walk
Laying down blinking
And sex, yes I'm good those things
(Sometimes, when the weather is fine)

But I just sit around with Con
He's my bestie
While all other peeps are at work
Talking shit about the test series
(Sometimes we talk in rhyme)

See here, it's akrasia
Words just drive me
All the crazier
Knowing best, but acting lazier
(I'm just me, and I'm fine)

God forgive me
For being a dumbass
Exploiting the World Wide Web
And talking brass
(Just give me some time)

More

Normal people have more

Of everything

Than I do

They have more mind

They get more fucks

They have more rocks

Efficient master clocks

I think I’ve had more shocks

Taken more knocks

One door opens

Another locks

You can moan and whine

or wine and dine

But all the same

You fall behind

You draw an arrow

in a bow

and aim and fire

at the enemy below

But they come

And they come

And they come

The blows of time, the tears of sorrow

So woe, I just don’t know

what to do sometimes

I’m just aware

It cost a dime

To read my chart

That spoke, only of, a broken heart.

Haha

How did it go
these middle of the night poems
all about angst and lust
I like the things you do
I like it when you belt my bum all blue
Octs I can't remember
it all used to rhyme
It all made sense
And was all about you
And being cool
All about needing
Your wonderful tool
Don't go to far
But we might be in love
Unless you mess with my heart
Get it together let's make a start
I think we click
I just love sucking
Your beautiful dick
I love Mcdonalds
Cars and sweats
Don't want anything else
Cause you're the best in bed

Hard Times

Delirium Tremens

Men

Menstruation

Menacing dreams

Nausea

Nightmare fag addiction

Dereliction

Delinquency

Shells at the store

Aren't sea shells anymore

Jesus be my Shepard

Our spirits restore

We ever lack

We often just want more

Help us be content

Hear the Lions roar.

I like the moon.

I believe in faeries doing mischief in the woods
I believe that one day I'll end up where I should
You should find some change under you pillow
for when you lose a tooth
And when the moon turns round and yellow
Beware of the werewolf
When the stars come out to play
Make a truthful wish
And when you find a penny in your pudding
Don't forget to thank your Mum for the dish
When you lose at wishing bone
make sure you're happy for the winner
And when you find some nuggets of gold
Be grateful to the spinner
When you're off out to play
Be sure to be home in time for dinner
And remeber Jesus words so wise to
Forgive the sinner.

Traveller

Traveling man
He's a hippy
Sailing 'round the world
Going to dance parties
And sleeping around.

Traveling man
He's a magic man
A black magic man
Cooks his breakfast
In a frying pan

Traveling man
Where is he now
He loved me once
But he's forgotten how
And the world comes
Tumbling down.

Traveling man mustn't miss me
Compared to all those sights and sounds
I only want it
With the lights turned down

Traveling man
Free to be me
Jet setting
With all the other crazies
First he's manic
Then he's lazy

Traveling man
Don't look down on me
I'm doing my own thing
I don't need criticism
or anything mean

Traveling man
With all his plans
A famous DJ
With thousands of fans
All I have left
Is the memory of holding hands.

Blindfolded

I love the smell of
Fresh chopped wood
On mossy ground
that's underfoot

I love the scent of lavender
Just out the back,
By the kitchen door
There grows a bush

And what about
A watery brook
of rock and sand
and myrtle wood

Or the aroma
of Jasmine
As you go upon
A suburban walk

Who can forget
The fragrant Franjipani
one, my first love
tucked into my hair

Chanel no 5 at night
Just like Marylin Monroe
Spray a little
Upon your pillow

And how about
Freshly baked bread
And ham and eggs
And roast dinners

Incense on the altar
Sandalwood through your hair
A hot toddy
Made with spices rare.

Just a few
olfactory delights
In all the world
Of sugar and spice.

Star

Maybe he doesn't love me
He's just trying to get in my pants
Hasn't asked how I've been lately
It's not on the cards that there's a romance

Perhaps my last guy
Was a bit shady
With a paradoxical stance
There was that slang to his rhythm
And the way he got into my pants.

Now there is no-one left to fancy
Except for an Internet romance
And it doesn't seem so important
That he's confessed that he can't dance

Because he's a hundred thousand miles away
And would he walk that far
Just to be with a girl who sleeps all day
Who would otherwise be a star
She would otherwise be a star
Yes she would
She'd otherwise be a star.

Used

These temptations
to do things
In the heat of the moment
Like smoking, shopping and sex

Filled up on desert
Staying up late
wishing that
I had a date

But why?
So they can get in my pants
And then
forget to ask me to dance

Then afterwards
Too close to soon
The walls closing in
In the green room

Feeling wierded out
Why is now the time
To express your doubts?
What was that all about?

Symptoms
from
smoking and shopping and sex
Just mark the box with and X

Why are these temptations
so strong?
Is it the devil
With a tongue like a two forked prong?

Tongues of fire
burning down the house
See it scare a little mouse
And everything is gone

It's gone now
I forgot to keep my temper
I'm a vixen, all happy one minute
All sad the next

It's all such an effort
And I try my best
But I just cannot
withstand the test

Baby come and change it
Suck my blues
Make me chicken soup
When I've got the flu

If you knew me
And I knew you
Maybe then would we
know what to do