Monday 13 August 2012

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I used to enjoy this time of night - people would be online and just yabber on for a while. Time was when people would log into a PC and communicate - before that; text messages, before that - phones... Before that even was face to face communication. Now that we are all online via wireless devices, does this mean the death knell for social communication as we know it?

This could all become a disjointed mess of communication, where no one knows anything (what's new?) as to what's happening, or indeed happened before them. Google is everyone's friend nowadays, yet no one seems keen on using it. 

Why are people getting more and more frigid in the age where socialisation and knowledge is predominantly there at your fingertips to make you feel the king of the planet? 

This world will become what it becomes; but I won't bow to pressure. I'm keen on knowledge. Gone are the days when the pen is mightier than the sword - Behold the all conquering behemoth that is the World Wide Web, consuming and devouring all before them. Equal to no one, but poor English techniques and memes.

I'm happy in my bubble; I'll live and die as I see fit. It's those that feel the insecurity of proclaiming their position in the World in terrible places and poorly constructed English that I feel sorry for...

5.


Your damage of mind was so far gone
I cannot be the only one to remember.
We had some great old times -
Laughed together, sang some rhymes.
But in the end it was all for nowt...
You became decayed, I a lout.

Preferences changed anew and again,
I thought we were each other's friends.
I came home and kissed you hello
Through rain, sleet and snow
We trundled merrilly, wearily on
But now I'm still here, and yet your gone.

When it all came to a crushing end
It was time to realise that I'd lose my only true friend.

And if that faint recollection of I listening
makes me a saint in your humble positioning...

Then I want no part of this facade;
My "Everything's fine" life charade.

People like us, we don't care
So long as we have air
To breathe.
A nominal normality;
Food in our belly and fire in our hearts.
What point in loving if in the end we all fall apart?

Why not just give me a chance...
I'll take your words
And we can dance - Perchance.
One night I can dream...

I miss you mother; your will remains.
I am that legacy; I shall never refrain.

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With you I dance to magic
I can stand the beat,
I can experience the tragic
And pure wave ecleticism within your greets

Mah momma told me to love and obey
Oh baby listen to these words I say.
They are real and never shall subside
To mess with you is messing with my pride.
We both deliver sanility and like minded-ness
We both see each other's kind-hearted-ness.

Believe me baby, I've never seen
The kind of loving of which I've been
Exposed to but this once in my life
You make me feel there's more than strife.

And with you I can stand the heat
Seeing you I can hold my own
Whilst unrefrained I take my seat
In a vein so un-known.

Whoa my momma, before she die
She say boy,
Son, don't you cry;
Be truthful, love and obey -
One day we shall see a much better day.

Believe me baby, I've never seen
The kind of loving of which I've been
Exposed to but this once in my life
You make me feel there's more than strife.


Whoa my mooma said come now son,
Stop being the tearful one -
I'll go someday soon, now don't be mad
You'll set things straight you'll be a dad...
Don't you lose that shit you got
You know that my life is going to pot...
Don't let loose, you can't deny
That you can get on, on that you'll rely.


So I'm calling you up now on standard floor,
My veins are bleeding and my neck is raw
Come now save me by knocking on my door
Before I go cryptic on this lucid whore....

Mah momma told me to love and obey
Oh baby listen to these words I say.
They are real and never shall subside
To mess with you is messing with my pride.
We both deliver sanility and like minded-ness
We both see each other's kind-hearted-ness.