Wrong blog, again!
Walking through town
Past rows of houses
Filled with families, homely scenes
And in the air
Tempting me as I pass
The smell of cooking in the air
A smokey, delicious aroma the air
Cooking meat, fresh steak sizzling
Filling my nostrils
Causing salivation
And a little faster step
Hunger assisted
A little extra umph to get home
Danger stalks the land
Baring ill towards all
Coming in innocuous dress
Like the plaid trousers of the golfer
That is the strangest part
Danger can seem so innocent
Foolishly so, as if only a fool can be hurt
But it is never that simple
And life makes fools of us all
Danger stalks the land
Seldom does it miss its prey
Billy the fiend
Or so it seemed
Was caught by the cops red-handed
But his lawyer was good
And arranged that he would
Escape without getting branded
Delay after delay after delay
Not sure if progress will happen
Or can happen
Instead I spend my days in meetings
Making progress reports
To explain my lack of progress
Citing supply problems, bureaucratic fuck-ups
The sheer impossibility of the job
Yet they do not listen
To them I am a cog, a wheel in the machine
Easily lubricated with money
And occasional shouting
Yet how can they expect the best
The full potential
For a caged bird cannot fly
And I am in a cage
A cage of paperwork and deadlines
How can I soar, how can we reach new heights,
When we are weighted down so?
Posted it on the wrong fecking blog! Shows where my mind was this morning. 🙂
Wish me luck
My fate is not my own
It may as well be the gods deciding
For all I know of their plans
Their schemes for me
Wish me luck
Preparations complete
As well as they can be
All done that can
All that is left is to trust in planning
Getting the future right
Correct divining of the circumstances
Wish me luck
I am at a crossroads
What happens next deciding on this moment
How I perform
Future in my hands
But fate with the gods
Wish me luck
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Joe
Wee dog keeps barking
Trying to scare lawn mower
Not having much luck
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Sun beating down strong
Real good for spanish students
Feels much more like home
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Looking for a job
MacDonald’s or Burger King
It’s good to have choice
I looked with glee one day to lunch
To some delightful treats to munch
A chocolate biscuit creamy cake
Which took my near three hours to bake
I thought about the treat with joy
And knew this sweet I would enjoy
But low, I found when mid day struck
Someone my vaunted cake had took
What more these wretched lowlife bums
Had left the plate, covered in crumbs
I vowed that vengeance would be mine
That I would get the little swine
I sent a memo, made to all
That upon this thief my wrath would fall
Unless the fiend confessed tout sweet
And bought for me another treat
Yet no offenders came on up
So I started hunting down the pup
Checked the desks all round me
Viewed the morning CC TV
Alas, no solid lead came out
At which point I left a blood-rage shout
“You think you’ve got the best of me?
This is not done, oh you shall see!”
I spent the afternoon in thought
About the lowlife perp I sought
When time to leave I spied a note
From the intern Jane, a little dote
She said “I would thank you for today
Being nice on my birthday
And allowing one and all to take
A piece each of your lovely cake!”
With that my memory came clear
That I agreed the little dear
Could take herself a little slice
Of the cake that looked so nice
And with that I could not say no
To other who wanted a go
So when I left it, most was gone
And feasting did continue on
So in the end I came to see
The punk who took the cake, was me.
Why is it?
That I miss you so,
That I am lost without you,
That you cannot escape my mind,
That there is no running from my memory,
From the ghosts of my time with you?
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Why is it?
That my life is on edge,
That I cannot fathom a life alone,
That your absence is like the cruellest torture,
That my heart feels empty,
A cavernous space left by your passing?
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Why is it?
That you are not here now,
That the red light was ignored,
That the doctors couldn’t save you,
That they buried you so fast,
Before I could say all my goodbyes?
Hypnotising me with your eyes
Staring right into my soul
Without chance of fighting back or resisting
I succumb quietly
And await my fate
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Disarming me with your smile
Those pearly whites, dazzlingly bright
Blinded as if staring into the sun
I cannot see what you are planning
What you want to do
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Killing me with your words
Dagger-like syllables that pierce my heart
My self sliced by each comment, razor-sharp criticism
Lead here by you, like a fool
I have no option but to be taken
Another victim of your temptation.
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