The Gentle Con

Ha ha, you laughed,
And accused me of such malice.
Whilst you stay, Dolly Daydream,
Inland in your stagnant palace.

The drink, a gamble;
You profess no sense,
Just an extension of your shamble,
In aiding a downfall, tense.

You said do me a favour?
I fired, send me the papers.
I do not need emissive non-labour,
From one who commits idiot capers.

You think you know best,
Remote, away from the truth,
Yet it was me who was to invest,
Roulette wheel - a private pursuit.

For one who did nothing,
And omitted his intoxication,
Yet, still he did nothing,
The downfall of procreation.

I ask, do me a favour?
Keep your concern out of my life,
For I'm not yours to savour,
Not your trouble, not your strife.

You had your chance,
I tried to show you the way,
But eyes remained blinkered,
Mouths did not honesty say.

They say you still love her,
A pointless exercise,
As she lost it long ago,
A gradual - obvious - demise.

An empty vow,
That had nought within it,
A con it seemed within the home.
And so it continues infinite...

Perhaps she'll find the secret,
A meat-only-jaundiced-mess.
One who consumes on the quiet,
And sunbathes all-inclusive for less.

I wished you well,
I meant it true, completely,
But any help you ever gave me,
Was clearly interest-free only.

So now it is the end,
I mean for real this time,
Because what once was yours,
Is - really - now just mine.

So send me the writ,
As our journey is at the end.
And let's forget this bit.
Holy union? No, I pretend.

Repeat, Repeat, Heartbeat It Beats.

Repeat, repeat,
Heartbeat it beats,
And here we go again,
The one I had my eye on,
Is another one in pain.
Perhaps this is universal,
This is a perma-state.
When eyes and minds are closed;
I hope I'm not too late.
It must be the major,
As times they are so hard.
I seem to be a hoarder,
Of damanged collector cards.
So let me in for mischief,
And chat, and laughs galore.
Perhaps I hand you my hand,
In opening up the door.
Though this can be done solo,
You could do it D.I.Y.
But have you got a grasp of it,
Do you know the reason why?
A problem held it doubles,
And rides upon your back.
But don't worry my sullen friend,
My heart it will not attack.
So let me in for helps sake,
You can't do this on your own.
For the one who remains unopened,
Is the one that stays alone.
Repeat, Repeat,
Heartbeat it beats.
You need not be afraid,
For I only want to help you,
Not allow me to be laid.
So back up little brother,
And see what I can do,
For my motive is not sinister,
Why would I want to hurt you?
Someone must have come along,
And broke your life in two,
Remember times will always change,
They'll become electric for you.
So ride this time as best you can,
And hold your head up high,
For now you should tall posture,
And dream toward the sky.
So don't take this on in single,
Let the ones who love you touch,
Come out from your sanctuary,
It doesn't take too much.
Repeat, repeat,
Heartbeat it beats.
Repeat, repeat,
Heartbeat it beats.

Rough Wood

I didn't want to mention,

Though I have some information,

You can't think of refrigeration, 

For you know the situation.

Don't blow the lobe inflation.

You're going to miss the station,

Distracted by congregation,

Yet in need of aviation.

Don't idle on fine vacation,

As you've got a proclamation,

It's not an adaptation,

This drawn-out situation.

An endless dead location,

Make sure of correlation,

They have their expectation.

To soothe a sickly nation.

You know the implication.

So speed up exaltation, 

For we need a celebration,

Of child-like demonstration. 

So hurry up with gumption,

We need your salutation,

Don't open to corruption,

Just do your dissertation!

Snake Flower

Your nag is not the champa,
The scent will never be the same,
It's nauseous permanence a damper,
In memoriam of empty game.

So pass me the fragrant note,
One that rings white pure,
In memory of love and respect,
It's bound in smoke, folklore.

You're doing alright Jacque,
You have support, go on fly.
Now don't you dare look back.
Stay focused on your sky.

Because the snake tree smells putrid,
It's toxic venom oozes red.
And the smell that once was lucid,
Now reminds me of the dead.

My friend Steven

You're my favourite friend called Steven, 

And today I pen you this,

You're not a jerk like Martin,

Or a broke McQueen on the piss,

You wouldn't wrestle a croc,

And then get stung by a ray,

Because you're clever, and hilarious, 

And today's your special day! 

I'm glad you're my friend Steven,

Not even Fry can compare.

How could he, when the posh fop

Wouldn't wear spandex for a dare!

Jobs is no longer here,

And Merchant is a freak,

Tyler's lips scare small kids,

He's a lady dude, that shouldn't speak.

So don your mask, pussycat! Be proud of who you are,

For you're my friend, Steven;

Pooting around in your comic car. 

Blow on something noisy, and ring a tiny bell, 

For you're the bestest Steven, 

And damn that hair's so swell!

Don't ever call him Steve, just make sure it's Ste or Stevie.

It's akin to calling Saint and then turning up with Greavsie.

So let's hear you Clive Coogan, 

As you writhe and spaz with fun, 

If I was with you today, 

I'd have baked you an oversized bun (a muffin).

Mildred at 21

I know the lights hurt you, because they hurt me too.

The memories flicker, and fire bright blue,

You lie there in pain, no one knows what to say.

Your inflections reveal, this could be any day.

Mildred, young girl, you lie awake at night,

Gaining some comfort from the darkened respite.

Mildred, old girl, you were once just like me,

But your memory stutters, and one becomes three.

I spoke to you gently and smoothed back your hair,

If only they knew, then maybe they'd care,

The pain in your side is apparent to see,

Yet help is denied, and they had to stop me.

I held your hand tight, and whispered your name, 

The brightest blue iris, its beauty to blame.

Your chatter, your calls, it doesn't matter what you said,

For the Mildred that once was, is now left unread.

BIG NEWS! EXCLUSIVE (ish)

I found this today, and it made the tasiest bifkinpie ever. You will love it.

Dive in friends and see where you're going.

Can you see the future?

Good luck.

Get off your arse, and let's get to work.

UPDATE: banoffee cream pie

This is for all my sexy fans across the world - I love you!

Thanks for all the under-the-counter pain relief, chums. Do not in anyway feel responsible for my untimely death. 

Utmost

I saw a spark: a fire, a fight,

The utmost underdog might have might,

Endlessly - though - how wrong we've been,

A passive plea that should have gone unseen.

The saboteur is happy in fractious control,

To avoid the reality of being out-of-control.

But it's back to the start; repeat, rinse, recycle.

We've been here before, it's part of the cycle. 

Push it away! Your perspective is twisted:

Lethargic, gnarly, blackened and blistered.

Look to the sky, please find the light, 

I pray the utmost underdog might have might.