Tag: poem
When I can’t get out of bed
I Do – 15th February 1993
I don’t need your anger
Your futile two-faced hostility
I don’t need your cold cynicism
Your stupid emotional blackmail
I don’t need your problems
Pushed back onto me
I don’t need you as a friend
If a friend you claim to be
I do, however, need to get this off my chest
Cast Off, Disperse – 9th February 1993
Forget about the past
I don’t wish to repeat it
Some things don’t last
No need to try and beat it
Living up to expectations
Impossible to perform
Start again, new relations
Positive action, reborn
Learn – 8th February 1993
Together we separately practice
Things we wish to learn
You learn to juggle with one hand
I learn to express my feelings
But I still need to learn to express them to you
House Tidy – 5th February 1993
You make a mess then you leave
I got home and can’t believe
That everything has been left to me
You’re so lazy but can’t afford a maid
You just leave everything for me instead
Some kinda friend you turned out to be
Look After Yourself – 29th January 1993
Carefully watch each step you take
This could be the last mistake you make
Look after yourself as you walk away
You may not be welcome back someday
Grass Greener – 23rd January 1993
It’s clear this town isn’t mine
I’ve been feeling it for a while
Every corner holds an angry face
Every friend, a sarcastic smile
So, I’m leaving this black hole town
That’s no good for my soul to play in
And I’ll find grass greener yonder
That’s where I’m intending laying
15th Sep 2024 – It seems in my mind that I already knew I needed to move on.
Patient Man – 14th January 1993
Just waiting at my window
Looking for that sign
That tiny bit of inspiration
Waiting to be mine
Off I fly at new tangents
New perspectives and ideas
A flurry of activity
Fighting back my fears
Rave The Whale – 13th January 1993
Past caring, passed caring
Eyes popping, flashing lights
Ecstasy takes you away
Passing on future nights
Save the world, someone
Before there’s nothing left to save
Stop the music, please
Educate the rave
8th Sep 2024 – As the alternative to the alternative, punks turned into ravers and the passionate resistance to the ills of society was forgotten for the bliss of entertainment. I hated it.
Butterfly From Caterpillar – 7th January 1993
Your ambition is to own a house
Mine is to walk on my hands
Your ambition is to own a car
While I’m still practising handstands
Your ambition is for home appliances
Mine is to say hello to everyone
Your ambition is a pension fund
Mine is to fly right ’round the sun
Your ambition is….
7th Sep 2024 – Highlighting differences between my friend’s and my thinking at this time. My eyes were still wide with joy for the world and I sooner or later found my way to having a house, car, appliances and a pension anyway. I never actually made it to be able to walk on my hands though. But that wasn’t the point, really.
