Count them: Inscape

Count them
They are many
Many many many
Or have you forgotten?

You could see them so clearly
Gifts of the Father
Love of the Mother
They filled you up
With protection
Surrender to their shelter
Space to maneuver
And wriggle about in the wonders of life and all of its majesty

Those invisible hands are still ever present
Though you count solely on yourself
You miss the love they afford you
You're quiet escape into yourself
Has left you lonely and abandoned by your own hand. 
Protectionism is an island, 
which no man can inhabit

Fear and loathe not
Sip of her warm cup
Let yourself be swallowed up by her Sea
Someone please remind me
To count them

August 2012


You claim to have come for the challenge
But you stand there in proverbial hands up in defeat
Can you really say you gave it a go?
Did you fight the complacency,
Your usual routine--
Or were you just pretending to be hard and mean?

You perpetually play the victim
And you go patting yourself on the back when you assert
It doesn't come
Natural to you
To see inadequacy
Your flaws stand before you
(Invisibly, too blind to see)

Wallow you will
Swallow your pill
It's always hit or miss
A slap or a kiss
Play it down
There's no need to bring on the tears of a clown

Get moving

August 2012

Fed up

Fed u
This bloated,
Weighed down
Nasty feeling
Underwhelmed by most everything

Locked to my bed
Saying shit underneath my breath
It's all in my head

Faded colours
Pale face
Break it all
Nothing can replace
My mouth crumbles
Teeth fall
Drunken stumbles
Need a car chase
Need a crashing car chase

(Inspired by Paranoid Android - Radio Head)
August 2012