P1

 

 

Address

 

About to make your first address

crowds like pixels on your television set

and your sweat, your sweat.

 

Lives depend on me,

eyes ascend on me

my son 

my wife

  the friends I'll see.

 

One man’s fear is another man’s joke.

Crack, quip, fire and stoke

.

.

Stop.

 

It's not what I am or what I will become; but what.

What becomes of me, if I turn and run.

 

Open your mouth, hold on to your belt

“wa-wa-welcome to Wimpy sir, how may I help?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P2

 

Commute

 

Eyes locked upon the concrete slabs. 

gravity ties the eyes to the the grey mirrors of your life.  

 

Head-hunched by the weight of the day. 

Head hunted before it's begun.  

 

LinkedIn, Synced in with the apathetic sway of the marching

sardines.  

 

Commute, mute, deaf to the dawn song.  

Expressionless on the less express.  

 

Trade a smile, if you dare.  

Give them nothing, just get there.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

P3

 

Wonderful Curse

 

What a wonderful curse 

to close the gap of distant friends in a single tap 

face to face has no app 

 

A world of backseat fantasy  

where nature rendered in 2D  

replaces mucky hands and knees  

and breathlessness that's well received  

 

An endless knowledge of masterly minds  

history stored for all of time  

learnt not lived  

a modern mime 

 

Pen and paper etch further away  

as backlit screens and servers display  

I'll strain my eyes  

get more done in the day  

as Mother time ticks away 

 

efficiency, is now your pay 

 

What a wonderful curse  

to have it all 

in idle screens  

and miss the call  

for greater things in sacrifice  

above, beyond, the next device  

 

 

 

 

 

 

P4

 

Number one

 

 

I’m a one hit wonder 

wondering how life could serve up this blunder

 

I’m a one hit wonder 

but the problem is

 it stole my thunder

 

Now I’m a memory 

a distant melody 

they’ll never see there’s more to me.

 

Started with a bang  

I never even wanted to join that gang

You’re in through thick and thin

respect is your mistress and fear is a sin

 

You don’t know what it’s like

a punch is a handshake in some of them’s sight

 

My life was full of risks

dancing on switchblades and running in mist

 but was it worth all of this

 

Altercation sensation 

clapped up 

trapped up over one slap up

slip up

 

He wasn’t meant to die

 hunched over a step bleeding eye to eye

He should’ve kept quiet 

and I should have never

ever

 gone to that riot.   

 

I’m a one hit wonder 

but inside here

 I’m just another number.

 

 

 

 

 

P5

 

Rollercoaster

 

 

Dip, 

As we move along the track 

The ride is more exciting but the monies getting crap.  

 

Paying the price for people of past  

Rich men laugh  --- The poor harassed. 

 

It's a long climb time to the top whilst everything soars against the

drop.  

  

Double dip,  

Here we go again. 

If you want to survive, be creative men. 

Re-session the session, buckle stretch and belt.  

And we're out.... 

 

to an uncomfortable exit

 Leave the riders behind 

our views misaligned  

 

And like a fine cheese that meets the rind 

 bitterness lingers amongst a crowed interlinked. 

I thought it would be fine to bring a drink.

 

 

 

 

P6

 

All Eyes

 

 

I am the centre of attention 

like a Golden Deity 

people pay for me 

sway for me 

adjust their day for me.   

 

It’s a dangerous place to become comfortable.  

 

Vultures wait for me 

prey and bait me 

waiting for a slip  

until they find another drip 

an intravenous high until the next guy.  

 

I am at the centre of a tension.

 

 

 

 

P7

 

Relate

 

 

You may be intelligent, but can you relate. 

You may be successful, but can you relate.

You may be rich, but can you relate. 

 

because a person detached drives me irate. 

I do not rate a person detached. 

 

You say you’re here to help but we've never spoken,

you’re a face for a body that doesn’t realise its broken.

 

I need help but you need it first, 

you’d need to walk in these boots to understand thirst. 

 

You say you make a difference with a stroke of your pen, 

But I need a sword to get out of this den. 

 

You’re on my side, but you’ve never been on my, side. 

 

Born apart from pride, in the jungle I hide. 

Whilst you atop your ivory thrown you suck the gelatine from every

bone. 

 

I, like a paper napkin that cowers from gravy, because the stains of life

have laid it on thick lately.

 

And you expect me to thank you greatly.