Losing My Faith

When everything around you seems so bleak.
You tweet,
Your innermost depressed thoughts,
Desperately willing anybody to listen.
You want somebody to do you a favour and favourite.
It's not your fault you're not particularly popular,
That you're not in follower fashion.
You see the problem isn't just your lack of v lines,
Or your lack of shaved back and sides.
You try to be kind, have a laugh and fit in,
The trouble is you're unconventional,
Non conformist.
What happens in public is merely a performance,
Street art designed to appease the masses.

Phil

You see our friend Phil, he's a little bit weird.
Or as my Nan would say queer.
Regardless of what my testicles would testify,
It's the female form that catches his eye.
I calculate you're about 3000 miles away,
Probably still being fakely gay to get your end away.
With you being out there in the wilderness,
We've struggled with the awkwardness.

Black & White

It sometimes feels like your universe,
Family, friends, home and job.
Simply exploding around you,
Solid foundations becoming rubble and dust.
Entrenched in a war zone,
Bombs, bullets, bitches and bile.
Shrapnel, sparks and shock waves,
Impacts from all angles.
When it seems like there's no escape,
No path with which to retreat,
There is always an option.
Look inside yourself.
Relax.
You forget you have yourself,
Your oldest friend.

The sun shines down,
The air and breeze are warm.
Everything is humming in harmony.
The world is happy to have you in it,
You're just as happy to be in it,
Part of the puzzle.
It's the most elaborate jigsaw,
You've just dropped in the last piece,
Relief.
You're content,
The colours are brighter to your eye,
The Strongbow sweeter in your mouth.
"What are you smiling at?".
A reason doesn't present itself,
No reason is required.

Cathy Heath

A lot of water has passed under this particular overpass,
Character has been sculpted in abundance.
The rational one of the group, she's never crass.
My apologises, these words lack cadence.

Oh Miss Heath!
I respect you so.
For you never believe anybody to be beneath,
You're solid gold like the Ballet of the Spandau.

The Soul

May I introduce you to the red carpet to my mind.
The incorporeal,
The bodiless,
The immaterial part of my nature.

It is said to be where the happiness resides,
One's actions it inspires.
Troubled, blackened or longing it can be,
And if you're truly unfortunate it can be all three.

Easily bruised and battered it's a fragile thing,
It needs constant love and affection.
Simply beautiful in full swing,
Love of another is the only chance of it's defection.

When bared it is poised on a knife edge,
Your body slipping from a window ledge.
Smoke and mirrors are just the half of it, it's simply not there.
Invisible yet a feeling, like cold dead air.

When the sweat starts to force it's way out and your skin starts to prickle,
Those winged belly creatures churn and insist.
And I'm pretty sure when you see a figure with a hood and a sickle.
The precise moments you know your soul does exist.

Alan Kay

You beautiful Asian man,
With your double denim.
You filthy fake ginger menace.
You smash body combat like it's going out of fashion,
Your jab cross jab is sick and the music ain't clashing.
Unlike Phil you, eat buffets like a pro,
But you aren't that desperate, you wouldn't pay a hoe.

The Mad Scientist

I'm ecstatic when you invite me out yet I find myself declining.
It's definitely not because I hate you,
Believe me, when I see your face I'm smiling.
I'm scared I'll be off the ball,
That I'll say something that makes you like me a little bit less instead of more.
You stimulate all of my senses,
You make my skin sweat, my pulse race.
I'm scared my mask will fall,
And I'll be exposed for the uncool, nerdy fraud that I am.
My big wobbly head is a big wobbly compass point, you are my north.
No matter my location, rotation, situation,
Simply magnetism in action.
Synapses paint a picture and I'm drawn back to your being,
Powerless to resist,
The insane idea to the mad scientist.

The Walk Home

As I walk these blacked streets, I'm nameless.
Like an extra on Shameless.
Don't mistake me I have no with to be famous,
Just an aim to not be so aimless.
The music cascades over me.
With it's wub and it's dub,
The bass cannon, the wobble and thud.
An image of you awakens and grows in my mind,
As does a vision of my bed.
I'm not sure which I require more at this present time,
But I know if I had both it certainly would be present time.
Even though I see you so clearly,
Reality dawns.
As the rain rolls down my lenses and makes the world blurry,
I'm in a predicament.
Leave the specs on and be blind,
Or take them off and be blinder.

Two nights

For just two little nights we were just as one.
It was after hours,
we were alone,
nobody was around.
The first time was alright,
I failed to impress I'll admit,
I couldn't rise to the occasion.
Despite a massive attraction and some gentle persuasion.
I don't know what you thought you saw in me,
I'm not writing this to gloat merely through glee.
It feels like so long ago but I remember it vividly.
Drop for drop.
Blow for blow.
The second night was much better,
we were more relaxed, more at ease.
Both still just as eager to please.
We arrived in the dark and you left in the night,
it felt so natural, masterful we didn't care about the collateral.
I can't believe it's been so long.
I miss the passion,
that audacious, saucy look in your eye.
The look so similar to when,
two worlds collide.
So violent and peaceful like a interstellar explosion.
Let's have a little cuddle, enjoy each other's company,
and if it happens again then here's to night three.

The Night Out

In a sea full of people, strobes and the humming of the bass.

All I see is your contours, your face.

The way you ebb and flow, you're like a perfect tide.

I attempt to steal a stare,

I know I can't have you.

This only serves to increase the attraction.

It feels like a one sided exothermic reaction,

I bring all the heat and you're bringing all the cool.

An Ode To Ellesmere Port

They go around in their hordes,
with bikes, beer and burberry.
They go around in their hordes,
unlike cats, queens and clergy.
They go around in their gangs,
with chips on shoulders and no respect.
Desperation descends as the crate runs dry,
There's no more spends, no money supply.
This leaves only two options for the group of hoods,
Go home early or steal some buds.

Just A Little Story

The air was still and warm, it was somewhere between lunch time and late afternoon and the Sun was still suspended high in the vast endless cerulean sky. Suddenly the peace was broken with a primal squeal, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Fuck!". Harold the poor elderly emu had just stubbed his toe on what he thought was a rock. All of a sudden 4 legs and a head slowly appeared out of the rock like structure, "Hey! I'm hanging out of my arse here! I don't kick you when you're hungover!". Harold looked baffled, confused by what had just taken place he carried on walking swearing under his breath, after all he only had 20 minutes to meet his mistress.
Lennie the tortoise continued "Hey! I'm talking to you! Show some respect I'm 72 next week!".
"Sorry mate, I'm just in a rush you know. I have to meet a woman half my age for sex." said Harold over his shoulder whilst continuing to walk away, hoping that the honesty would render Lennie speechless.
Lennie suddenly perked up and started trudging after the old hobbling emu, "Well sonny-jim I can beat that! Last night I had sex with a woman a tenth of my age!" with a beaming smile on his face.
"Really!?" exclaimed Harold.
Lennie had a smug grin on his face and slowly nodded, getting just the reaction he was after.
"Isn't that really bad paedophilia?" Harold questioned.
Lennie still looked extremely smug, "It would be if she was an 8 year old tortoise, but I was pretty drunk and you know what beer goggles lead to.".
"Oh my god! What the hell did  you have sex with then?!"
The tortoise responded "Well, like I said I was pretty drunk. She kind of looked like a tortoise, she was very quiet and didn't move much though, I had to do all the work, but it was fantastic sex!".
Harold looked confused and paused for a second, "So a bit like a rock then?".
"Fuck!".