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The Blank Page

22/1/2018

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The blank page is a menace, wicked and smug
Its white stare as damaging as any old drug
The gaps in its lines seem to widen with time
Assaulting your senses as you think of a rhyme

Its Arctic Plains are hostile and impenetrable
In zero words calling your writing terrible
The pale monolith has mastered the craft
Of making you feel small, time-wasting and daft

It's where that rusty old roadblock to progress is found
A ceremony for dreams but nothing is crowned
The brain has ideas but the words simply don't come
Feel your ideas drip drip to the beat of no drum

The blank page feeds on your creative plight
To the point you feel that you can't even write
It never forgives, it makes you forget
Don't let it turn your gift into a thing you regret
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The Kid

22/6/2016

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I gave birth to a demon
His father is Satan
The horns and red tail
Made it so perfectly blatant

He threw up my dessert 
All eighteen flavours!
He dranks the blood of the car
And possessed half the neighbours

He only speaks in Latin
And watches violent porn
For Christmas he made me
A crown made of thorns

He can't handle happiness
But thinks corpses are cuddly
The creepy little bugger
Won't even say that he loves me

Yes after all the horrors
That's what the worst part is
Never have a one night stand
​With the Prince of Darkness
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South London Love

22/6/2016

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I lost your number on the 3five8
And missed our date near New Cross Gate
Meeting you was ducking great
But I accept this stubborn fate


So farewell then my South London love
It was special to meet one of us
But I still thank my fucky stars
​That you crossed my drunken path
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Ode to a Narcissist

7/6/2016

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He promised you jobs, security and wealth
He promised you greatness, in sickness and health
All is possible he said, if you hand him the crown
He’ll punish the criminals: the blacks and the browns
He’ll build a damn wall, and if, God forbids
Some still get over, he’ll deport their kids
He’ll deport their mothers, yeah that’ll teach em
Hell, some of his biggest fans might even lynch em
All these feminists and socialists are bound to fail
Who needs society when you’re an alpha male?
Fuck professors, social workers and therapists
They won’t help him kill the families of terrorists
He expects the cowering media to regard him as royal
He wants mountains of power and barrels of oil
He’s gonna milk the planet for all that it’s worth
And if that doesn’t work he’ll start nuking the earth
And if you believe this is just kicking up a stink
Take a look outside, it’s closer than you think
If he says the right things with his dramatic flair
Make way for the despot with comical hair
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Damn the Tube

24/8/2015

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Damn the tube on summer days
It sends me into a slumber haze
Thick as shit, the air is plotting
​Stuffy vacuum, heated coffin

Bakerloo looking like the end of time
To the hellish horrors of the Central line
Packed like turkeys, free will has gone soft
Forget to touch out, roll-on has worn off

Taken hostage by the labyrinth of Bank
The God of fresh air is drawing a blank
Fall in the Northern like a sunken ditch
Panting like puppies at London Bridge

The soulless glint of Canary Wharf is not far
Spy the dystopian ghost of the DLR
Ride on murdered communities, a silent glide
Machine over man, is it likely to fly?

Entering real East, smells authentic
Round about Bow, the carriage gets hectic
Walk through young families and tired men
To reach the haven of Mile End

Before you know it, that time again
The broken path that beckons no friends
Jelly legs fall under London's seduction
Edge of the City, the brink of corruption

Phallic suits chat up mums of two
Arranging shallow dates in Waterloo
When St. John's wood has no luck
It'll end in tears in a gastro pub
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Twenty-Three

24/8/2015

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When we were twenty-three
We were caught in between
Too young to just settle
​Too old on the scene

We got high in the park
We got high in the yard
The highs were higher than day
The lows lower than dark

We got more paranoid
Our moods changed to the season
We sat out in the rain
For no goddamn reason

We on-offed d'alcool
And acted like students
But then when we'd see them
We'd treat them with prudence

We dreamt of seeing Bishkek
And burning our money
Our existentialism based
On the need to be funny

Our time divvied up
Between cafés and bongs
We found the music of our lives
Not knowing the names of the songs

A political cynicism
Was our fatal flaw
We coated religion in knowledge
And showed fashion the door

We swam in pessimism
And fell in love with the bus
Convincing barely ourselves
That the drugs found us

We put a bookmark in
The goals we were pursuing
We sat in the Tuesday fog
And asked "What are we doing?"


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Akkdal

16/12/2013

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Sit in my castle on a throne of tears
Stab carrier pigeons to deliver your fears
Cut my hair with your cleaver of choice
Rainbow dust mites keep fearing my voice
My egotistical scar keeps picking itself
Fiery phoenix in a suit selling your health
Cherished photos burn in my retina
​I decorate cakes with the scurvy of prisoners
I detonate land with Hercules grip
Carry a spare abdomen in case my hernia sticks
Drinking salt water on my wedding night
Place a Haitian curse on the wanton bride
Drive your dream car off the edge of the moon
And force you to inhale the derelict fumes
I burned Satan's contract, but still rely on a Judas
I keep a devilish arsonal, I trust in a Brutus
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Breather

2/2/2011

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You have never seen such vast plagued souls,
The empty ashtrays mock the beat beat beat
Smirking. Typical bloodlusts, human rat traps,
The weak prey on the gossip and humanity of all.

Never have roses failed to radiate pure red,
Desert sands erode fake synthetic bones.
Mother nature wearily clenches her old fist
Not in empathy, but in vengeance to mankind.

​The key to escape this prison of savagery,
Shrouded by the overgrown ivy of hatred.
Searching Vietnam's soil for fragments of hope
Finding only bitter ends and blood-red herrings.

Dusty drugs, wrinkled fingers clench withered faces
The blood drips down the last Emperor's blue wrist.
A perplexed eyeball strains to identify your soul.
The irony lost, we have been nameless for too long.

Everything seems bleak to the mechanised brain
Enslaved to the engine, history can't alter itself.
Frosted tint on stained windows to the grasp of reality,
Obstruct your first class view of the ugly truth

A laughable existence, a secular prominence:
Is this dusty social cobweb all it reduces to? 
We could have been so much more, so much
Alas, regret is only a human emotion.
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Insomnia

11/1/2011

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70,000 trains running at light speed
All heading north; left, right & centre.
Yesterday's bloodshot tears remain,
That mouldy brain is deeply hesitant.

Every silent wisp has a deafening ring,
​The padded walls enclose the sanity.
Paranoid movements, elusive thoughts.
Things that go bump in the mind.

Discarded ramblings scratch the eye,
Murdered memories dutifully dug up,
Perverted wits only covered by night,
The deep shade shadowing the sickness.

Aching reflection, powerful madness.
Wet dripping brain needs a mop or two,
Cold sweat trickles down the stressed spine,
Counting down the slowwwww hours.

Saving grace. An injection of reality.
Sunshine and rain doom the feelings to repress.
Life is here! A mental cipher, to relax
Until the smirking moon crawls to its rightful place.

Once again.
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