Poetry

Look ya best, lads

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look ya best

Ya need a little zest
Put on ya hair gel
And thermal vest
Button up ya shirt
Make sure to look ya best!
Put on ya dancing shoes
Remember we’re only guests
We’re nothing important
So why get stressed?

Roll up ya sleeves and fight it out
Nothing to see, just a little fallout
When ya get arrested ya best friend will bail ya out
And when ya fucking the girl next door
Over the garden fence, he’ll be ya look out

That’s it lads, stand proud
What are we even worrying about
We’re nothing special
Nothing to shout about
God forbid you forgot to pullout
Now got one in the oven
Well done, ya bleeding boy scout!

Ya need a little zest
Put on ya best
Smile for the cameras
Pretend like ya feel blessed
Turn ya frown upside down
A change is as good as a rest!

Dupe yaself into passion
Let me see it in ya eyes
Diamonds in ya eyes are all the fashion
So come on
Get a little zest
Start by looking ya fuckin’ best!

© 2016 June

Poetry written just now, no edits (even no editing spelling mistakes, can’t be arsed)

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Dear, someone i used to know
How is life treating ya?

Ah to be frank, I don’t care
I’m just in a weird mood
To be fair
I’m angsty
And you’re the one I want to target
You’ve just got that kind of face
Cuz I used to love it so
And now it just reminds me
Of all the dreams I had to let go

Then again
I’m learning about myself
And my heart was never in it
It’s never really been in anything
I thought it was in you
Like a seed growing roots
Turning to a tree
But then I realised
I’d never have moved to be closer to you
Like I’d put that much effort in, in the end
I’m all talk
No walk
You know it best
Thats probably one of the many reasons
You left

I don’t really blame you anymore
I’m over you in some sense
But in another way
You’re everything I thought I dreamed
So I guess a part of me still hankers after you
I’ve spent so long trying to make sense
Of how it ended, how you left
Told myself you were a bitch
A narcissist. And you know it’s probably a bit true
But not as much as I like to colour you
‘cuz see it’s moments like this
When I show my true colours
And I see that I’m probably equally to blame
If not more so

How do you deal with a person like me?
Cycling through moods
Quicker than a person changes underwear
And they’re hardly normal moods are they?
They’re full sweep in intensity
No one seems to express them or feel them
As intensely as me
People say there is someone else out there
Always experiencing life similar to you
But people often agree once they’ve met me
And gotten to know me
There is no one they can think of that quite experiences such intensity

Full swoop from thinking i’m cured
To thinking I’d rather die
To thinking I want to talk
To thinking I wanna be alone and never see anyone
To thinking I’m a genius
Who will save the world
To thinking I’m so fuckin dumb
I might aswell not even bother
To thinking i’ll never consider suicide again!
I’ve been saved! I’m cured, all is well
To thinking the noose is just in the other room
Might go and kill myself, i can’t stand this hell.

I’m not a nice man
I recognise that
Thats why I’m angry at people
Who act like arseholes
When I keep it all inside
And actually I’m just like them
And possibly worse

People think i’m fucking shy!
I know! What a lie
They’re the people that have met me
On the best of days
But fuck, you should hear me
If i’m just irritated or angry
I’ll say whatever the fuck i want
Be rude as hell, yea proper arsehole
Making myself sound like an entitled prick
Some people think i’m so self aware
When actually I’m so fucking lost
And drowned so deep so long ago
I have no idea how i tick
I just go each day at a time
Ticking like a time bomb
With all these intense moods of mine
I’m never inbetween or just simply okay
No, no, i’m always the fucking extremes
Either so bad I’m ready to die, or so good I’m ready to save the world
No in between for me
I’m either over excited
Or I’m completely numb
Do you know how tiring it is to live with a brain like this?
Fuck.

wish I never met you

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I wish I never met you.

because then I wouldn’t have to say goodbye

ignorance is bliss

never in sight, never in mind

but here you linger behind my eyes

i can’t get away from the ghost of you

when your not here

cuz I picture your body dancing

to every song I hear

then when you’re near

you light up the day

but I also know

it’ll never be

so I go back home

and hope I can get over you

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I’m gonna take on the world
Take the bull by the horn
Bring something you’ve never seen
Gonna take on the universe
Lift it like I’m Hercules
Bold as brass
Yea that’s me
I’ll take ya money
And give it to charity
Become my own personal Jesus
It brings you clarity
Don’t listen to that fucking clergy
The man in the sky giving the gays lergy?
Fuck that, that’s bullshit that
God is a metaphor and in it you will find
A description of nature
Nature the creator
Because you and I, we’re Jesus
But so too are the snakes, the fucking alligators
Yea we’re all natures creation
Don’t you forget it
We’re made in gods image
As in humans are made in natures image
See look around, we as a population
Take on traits of every animal
In the animal kingdom
Cuz we, we are created in natures image

I’m sisyphus smiling
Hercules lifting the roof
I’m superman
Fucking bullet proof
Got it in my veins
I’m Jesus, I’m god
God = nature
God = creator
What do humans do?
They create
Sometimes in peace sometimes in hate
It’s all god, or nature
The words are interchangeable
Because God is nature, nature is God
The earth is God itself. You are God
And you are Jesus
For you can create a better you
If you so choose
Yea fuck the religious shit
Churches too
It’s not some man in the sky
Don’t lend yourself to misdirected fears
Fuck that shit, keep your head clear!

Earth has humans

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Tonight I got into a conversation with someone about religion, man and nature. He was disagreeing with me that everything is nature in the end. Essentially my belief is that everything still boils down to nature. I mean literally EVERYTHING. Even this laptop i’m writing on now, I consider to be something that exists because of nature, and is therefore in itself a part of nature. It seems a hard concept for a lot of you humans to get your head around, that this laptop, or that car parked on the street is also nature. We have catergorised them as ‘man made’ and therefore ‘not nature’ my contention is man is an animal, man is natural, the cars we build are a manifestation of mans natural ability to build. We can only build from and with what we have to hand to us on earth. Sure it looks very different to it’s original form, each component looks different to it’s ‘original’ form, but isn’t change a part of nature?

He brought up the belief that man was created, I can’t remember the exact way he worded it, but it was something like “nature was here long before us” and bringing up the creation part. That got me thinking because of the way he worded his ‘argument’ (It was a friendly ‘debate’ not a nasty argument) about this idea that we were created and put on earth. Nature existed before us and then we just got put here from god or aliens or whatever it is you wish to believe. I hope it’s aliens and not god, as I don’t put much faith into god what with the whole wanting everyone to worship him or it thing. If this is the case, we were created and ‘put here’ then aren’t we parasitic?

Humans as parasites

Smashing!

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Romancing death
Kissing that skeleton
With stale cigarette breath
Teeth clashing, tongues lashing
Bones smashing
And in his glad rags
Death doesn’t half look dashing!

Gaping holes
I’ll give ‘em a good thrashing
Thunder’ll be flashing
Between the teeth gnashing
What a night to be out bashing
Having a shindig we’ll die fucking laughing
Music on, shoes tapping
Romancing death
And everything’s just fucking smashing!

© 2016 June