You do not have to spread it everywhere,
But I got across once more,
Wondering what terrible things they have in store,
Those proud folk of airport security,
Will our next humiliation be to endure a public donation of pee?
But think about it for a moment,
There are bottles of alcohol sold without judgement,
If I were the evil terrorist,
Once across I could buy all my terror tools vilest,
And all those measures,
Would fall short before bottles of liqueurs,
Silk scarf and a spark,
And the end result is far from a lark.
Distracted on the Internet
The bane of our modern age,
Is an aspect that should enrage;
Like how we waste our time,
The life and effort of our prime,
In pretence of eternal spring,
When efforts amount to nothing,
Perhaps we were distracted,
As inactivity has not yet impacted,
We settle in our delusions,
Waiting others to reach conclusions,
Staring at pictures of cat,
Surely that is not where our blame is at?
Pocket watch
Chain twisted in hand,
To me somehow grand,
Oddly treasured locket,
It is within my pocket,
Chunk of cheap labour,
Not shown to neighbour,
Antique and obsolete,
But I listen to its beat,
Its slow tick onwards,
As I wind it backwards,
How it binds my senses,
Frees me of pretences,
Time is running short,
A fact I cannot thwart.
Arsenal
Purple pants and hood,
And I am feeling good,
It feels like an uniform,
Yet it does not conform,
I do not wear it for show,
I wear it to become a hero,
I need it to fight my shadows,
I need it with my bow and arrows.
On Election Machines
Who should I vote,
Worthy of my note,
Strings of questions,
Promises in bargains,
Aspiration for change,
Policies all but strange,
Deals hidden and sealed,
Intentions never revealed,
Goals not truly understood,
Separate the bad from good?
With this machine we are all but doomed.
Gravity falls
What does it all mean,
Who is the gnome queen,
Will they deal with magic bean,
What lies hidden behind the screen,
When and who will cry for their spleen,
To talk of things I have seen,
I wish I was under fifteen,
And not over eighteen.
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Gravity falls,
Maybe Disney has balls,
And rediscovered their heart of galls,
Because this show just enthrals,
Cannot wait for what befalls,
Will they overcome downfalls,
Find secrets behind waterfalls,
Or even more strange cabals,
I'd watch Gravity Falls.
Youth and rebellion
Hold on tight,
We'll make it right,
Ain't no injustice,
To overcome our fuss,
Both young and free,
Immortality is our glee,
Ain't backing down,
Nothing will make us drown,
We are here to stay,
To fight in front line fray,
Mock us as you may,
We do it better with cans of spray,
We will change the world,
The society will be unfurled,
A new fucking day,
A brand new world without prey,
We are not echoes of past,
But the engine of change designed to last,
World views shall tremble,
Shatter and break for us to reassemble,
The world exists for us,
It is a topic with nothing to discuss,
You had your time,
We are not here to pay your dime,
No hope in being stern,
It is our turn for what we yearn,
The world is ours for taking,
See yours shaking and breaking,
It is time for new rules,
Because we are nobody's tools,
You just hold on tight,
We are the ones to make it right.
A little dancer (For a fantasy novel)
I would like to have a word,
Teach the skill most adored,
My little carnivorous shrike,
The art of swing and strike,
How to poise and dodge,
Cause others to dislodge,
Spin faster than the wind,
I shall have you redefined,
Suffer through mundane,
For your ultimate gain,
The only true award,
Is skill with sword.
Greece's 2/3; 21.02.2015 2/21/2015
Greece asked for six months,
So EU gave them four months.
Now news state how EU had a win,
But I must wonder if it truly was a win.
As cards folded down politicians hoped for naiveté,
Hoped that people never learned to see past their naiveté.
This is how the game shall be played from now,
Ask too much so you can settle down for now.
And I can see how it will go on and on,
How people just have to soldier on.
We are led by those without sight,
Thus there is no end in sight.
Wight King's Poem and Night Watch Oath (For a Fantasy Novel)
Oh, oldest of brothers three,
Brothers born under the tree,
Youngest fled from your fate,
Middle studied art in his wait,
You carried the burdens alone,
Even when skin turned to bone,
A king hidden under the stone,
Sitting by your lonely throne,
Awake in guard of our home,
With a heart longing to roam.
With you in mind we make this oath,
To guard the streets from things we loath,
We will always carry our daggers of silver,
To ward off those who long to pilfer.
We are ready to face dangers,
To watch and protect strangers,
Sons and daughters of this city,
Whether pretty, gritty, or witty,
Stand together trained in arms,
Act when called forth by alarms,
Ready to help who needs it most,
Never to make an empty boast,
But to serve the people as able,
To live by this code until unable.
Jupiter's Legacy
A mad god of lead,
A substance of dread,
A metal most malleable,
A source of profits palpable,
A lesson of human greed,
Of the corporate creed,
How profits rule all,
A message quite banal,
How little single life costs,
When money exhausts,
Defines opinions bought,
In conflict of reason taught,
We will all pay the price,
If we ignore the facts and advice,
We shall all loose the sense of our minds,
While the wealth grows and blinds,
Our minds poisoned by lead,
We are but things of dread,
Jupiter's mad spawn,
And
soon gone.
How little we know of our past
On those great libraries of old burned and sacked,
Often by hands of those with orders to act,
Events in our history marked as crimes,
Ever reminders of changing times,
Who could measure our loss,
With no means to cross,
And calculate the cost,
Of that we have lost?
So if I had a time machine,
I would travel through time unseen,
Not with a gun but rather a fireproof suit,
To record what we lost when libraries turned moot.
That ugly grimace
What is with that face that barely moves,
Face that no matter what only disapproves,
Is there ever a more foul sight to be seen,
Than a face that only knows how to be mean,
How I wish I would never have to see it,
How the merciless glare makes me feel unfit,
How has the world kicked and wrong you,
For you to loose it all and grow so very askew,
Is there really no joys for you to long for,
How can your every breath feel like a chore?
We are all going to die
I think it is rather fine,
How we are all going to die,
To have our days numbered,
Even unremembered,
Because I did what I had,
And at the end I feel glad,
Sorrows and regrets yes,
But not the whole mess,
Reasons to smile and laugh,
Make the bad weigh only half,
I spend my share under the sun,
I had good time on my run,
So I do not fear what is to come,
I know of no reason to feel glum,
So when my old body finally fails,
I will be ready to ride the waves,
Thus as we are all going to die,
A final glance at the blue sky.
Totoro pouch for your phone
It was out of stock,
With no shipment to dock,
Here I stare my screen,
For what will never be seen,
My phone seems so bare,
How I long for what isn't there,
Oh Totoro pouch for phone,
Without you I can only groan.
Still thinking
What should I do,
How to see through,
My choices ever so hard,
With consequences charred,
I'm stuck in this serious pickle,
And not because of being fickle,
What should I do is hanging in the air,
With this predicament simply not fair,
How the choices bind and confuse,
While the people await for news,
Of how I finally made up my mind,
And produced a decision signed,
Yet here I am still thinking,
With my confidence ever shrinking,
I know not what to do,
How to see through.
Poem-lah
You are late-lah,
- I am sorry-lah,
What is your excuse-lah,
- It was very rainy-lah,
The sky has been clear all day-lah,
- Yeah but it was super rainy on the motorway-lah,
We got here on the same motorway-lah,
- But you got here first and it started to rain after you-lah,
I don't care. Let us just see the movie-lah,
- But I do not like this movie-lah,
You asked to see it yesterday-lah,
- Yeah but I saw it yesterday-lah,
Why did you not call me yesterday-lah,
- Well you were stuck in rain-lah,
Oh yeah, rain-lah,
- So do want to see another movie-lah,
Nah, let just go eat something-lah,
- But I am allergic-lah,
I did not even suggest anything yet-lah,
- Food allergy-lah,
Fine let us just stand here-lah.
A Top Gear Job Application
Dear so called Top Gear,
Unlike you I am young and without fear,
Compared to you I can expect to live forever,
So I am free to partake on whatever endeavour,
From journeys to races without a need for urethral,
With a child like glee instead of your facial diarrhoea,
With me those big heads of BBC would not have to beware,
For what the three of you could utter out of simply being unaware,
And although I myself have my own strange, odd, and fickle opinions,
I come with enough sense not to spread them around like a flock of pinions,
Namely I would not share my proverbial frogs on BBC's prime global distribution,
Like how there seems to be undeniable practicality in what became known as the French solution,
Those clean cuts for all branches of the monarchy; from queens to the royal babies,
And if you read the former out loud; you cannot take it back with a maybe.
Thus I present and offer my somewhat varied set of reasonable skills,
Expertise in driving on the both sides of the road for shrills,
And my degree in engineering unrelated to motoring,
Or how I am rather poor in the art of pottering,
Thus I can but ask; how hard could it be?
So please spend the moment or two,
Think of things you've gone through.
Now I am pretty sure that you can agree,
How there are places you do not wish to see,
And how I could go instead, were I on your show,
Think of all the terrible places you would never have to go!
So call me,
I work for almost free.
To kiss a fool
A kiss,
Short bliss,
Nothing amiss,
A moment to miss,
No reason to dismiss,
Yet you gave me a hiss,
I do not know my remiss,
What should I make of this?
Hundred
I suppose this is a milestone,
Hundred poems of varying tone,
Who would have ever known,
I could write so many without a moan,
So perhaps now is time to atone,
If my poems made you mad enough to groan,
Feel free to write reviews as I bemoan,
With luck perhaps I could improve and hone,
Until I finally claim my poet's throne.
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You reached the end!
There should be a second volume coming up after about a hundred days,
Yup, it is about one poem a day writing speed you can expect from me,
Then few days more goes into act of formatting,
And some hours more to produce the cover.
I am also working on a fantasy series,
It is going to focus a group of kids, magic, thieves and talking rats,
And how they go about finding their place in the world.
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