Brain food

Spring lambs jump in fields

making their mothers so proud

turn to food for thought.

Horizon

Ride the horizon to its end

grasping at its windswept breeze,

in the belief that just for you,

the sun will never set.

Humanities creation

Celebrate in humanities gratifying creation,

cherish every encounter along the way,

aim for the highs of loves pure sensation.

Longing to find emotional relation,

the perfect soul is out there to be found,

celebrate in humanities gratifying creation.

You yearn for the drug of the hearts beating elation,

for that special feeling to share,

aim for the highs of loves pure sensation.

Structure strength through a strong base foundation,

forming a perfect partnership,

celebrate in humanities gratifying creation.

Being satisfied in life through another’s validation,

provides you with all the affirmation you need,

aim for the highs of loves pure sensation.

Now craving this perfect feelings reciprocation,

you approach each situation open hearted,

celebrate in humanities gratifying creation,

aim for the highs of loves pure sensation.

At the end of the day

Forget all your stress relax and unwind,

lie back in that soft cushioned chair,

end the day without a worry in mind.

In this reality life has been kind,

appreciate all you’ve been blessed with,

forget all your stress relax and unwind.

In moments of peace see all to which you’ve been blind,

happy within your present situation,

end the day without a worry in mind.

Look and admire the creation of mankind,

you contemplate your amazing gift of being,

forget all your stress relax and unwind.

Search deep inside and you’re true self you’ll find,

thank your own god for all you’ve become,

end the day without a worry in mind.

Now tiered and relaxed leave every woe behind,

contented in happy wandering thoughts,

forget all your stress relax and unwind,

end the day without a worry in mind.

The liberated busker

Sleeping in doorways at the train station,

hugging a bottle of wine as your friend,

people looked and pitied your situation,

but to this world you’ve a message to send.

Your passion in life was a love for song,

you even slept with guitar at your side,

happy each morning waking to birdsong,

grateful each moment just to be alive.

So you would busk each day for your breakfast,

people would only donate their loose change,

you always smiled as people went past fast,

you sang songs of such variety and range,

wishing through music to make people see,

you felt this world had truly set you free.

The innocent cliffs

Angry oceans careering into cliffs,

waves furiously bombarding

the white rocks off shore

with intense frustration,

assaulting each and every stone.

The main body of land

is receiving the brunt

of this mass of waters temper,

innocently suffering

through no fault of its own.

This outburst of crashing swell

seemed completely irrational,

having no true logic or reasoning,

and the only form of provocation

was the slightest change in the wind.

Alzheimer’s

.. ..

It’s all the things you know

that you don’t know your know anymore,

forever forgotten moments

lost in the mind.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Knowledge has abandoned you,

intricacies of life’s events

gone AWOL,

leaving you in limbo.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

They’re on the end of your tongue

but still you can’t express them,

never recalling times past,

images trapped within the cobwebs of your mind.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

You feel disheartened,

struggling to recollect yesterday,

periods of blankness

overcast the soul.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

I can see you struggling,

trying to kick start your brain,

battling the illness,

fighting with your memory.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

.. ..

.. ..

Anorexia

.... 

.... 

.. ..

At 13 the problems began,

caught by the bug

of habitual starvation.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

What started as an ideal,

now was an addiction,

a state of mind hard to break

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She was dying to be thin

And willing to do anything

To get what she wanted.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Whether through society,

environment or mental anguish,

no one truly knows.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

But she was just short of 6 foot,

just over 4 stone

and now only 15.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She’d achieved her goal,

but the mirror continued to lie to her

and she believed in its reflexion.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She’s now lies in a hospital bed,

suffering immensely

and needing to be fed by force.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Even so the condition has gone too far,

no longer is she dying to be thin,

she’s just dying.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She is so light there’s was no imprint

in the bed or the pillow,

not a crease in the sheet.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

The only mark that will be left

Is in her friends and families lives,

who have watched her fade to nothing.

 
Voices

.... 

.. ..

Those real but unreal voices that haunt us,

they tap into our skulls

sending us mixed messages,

trying to destroy our souls.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

When we look in the mirror

they tell us,

you’re too fat,

you’re too thin.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

We place faith in friends

Who have earnt our trust,

Sharing with them our darkest secrets,

Then they begin to question our judgment.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

On the multiple choice exam

we know the answers c,

but they tell us otherwise,

leading us to doubt.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Our partners say they love us,

but they won’t let us believe them,

destroying all our hope,

belittling all we are and have.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

We know we shouldn’t pay attention

and we don’t really want to,

but they’re always there,

taunting us to listen.

heres a new blog of a poem i knocked up the other day, its a bit warped but i see no problem with that, i hope you dont either. its purely fictional and is more a performance piece that a wtitten piece and its now track one on my playlist. feedback is welcome.

The moaning vampire

.. ..

.... 

.... 

Who said being a vampire was fun?

they must be weird,

it’s just one trouble on another,

my un life now is just hassle.

.. ..

.... 

.... 

I can’t sleep,

I mean how can you kip

hanging from a ceiling?

all the blood rushes to your head

and you get really dizzy,

it’s so disorientating.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

I’ve only just grasped flying

and I never thought I had vertigo

but you try it.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Landing is another matter,

my knees and elbows are all grazed

as if I’ve spent a night in the doggy position,

I keep getting all sorts of smutty comments.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Also I can only go out when it’s dark

and the night life round here

is just monotonous and boring.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

When I do go out

I must look a mess,

how can you check if your outfit looks good

when you have no reflexion?

and my hair is probably a state.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

I’m just not suited to this life,

but how can you die

when you’re already dead.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

And the steak in the heart thing,

that’s just a myth.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Trust me,

I’ve tried.

all comments are most welcome. cheers, chris.

Teenage passion

.. ..

.... 

.... 

You look on lustfully

no love in your eyes,

just desire in your mind.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Her in the short

split seemed black skirt

stood opposite tempting you.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Your only 17

but your sex drive is high,

you want to taste all parts of her.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She stands in high heels,

long slim legs,

breasts bouncing with every move.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

You place your hands in your lap,

sat there erect

trying to grab her attention.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She smiles and says hello,

she has such a sexy voice,

seducing you with her smile.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

You say hello back

and begin a dialog,

your crotch begins to tingle.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She laughs at your humour,

this 16 year old girl

also seems attentive.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

You’re stiff in all areas,

getting carried away in your head,

your thoughts are so presumptuous.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

She reaches for your hand,

all she says is come

but you reacted too early.
 
 
 
 

Fantasies fulfilled

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Lying on the bed,

only you and me in the moment,

frisky and enjoying the togetherness,

A time I had dreamed of for so long.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

We fulfilled all of my fantasies,

everything I had ever imagined

happened there and then,

I couldn’t have been more satisfied.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

We bonded in perfect rhythm,

the friction was just right,

my eyes closed in the ecstasy,

it couldn’t have been more incredible.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

Time flew by,

I had been living for this forever,

it seemed to pass in a minute,

I felt so happy with myself.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

I could feel your love

during this passionate sex,

it made us hot to the touch,

we were sweating through the motions of sex.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

The orgasm was amazing,

long lasting and juicy,

moisture was everywhere,

we were both covered in lust.

.... 

.... 

.. ..

I opened my eyes

after this period of pure desire,

then placed a towel next to me

Where I wish you were lay.
 
 
 
 
 
 
i hope you enjoyed them, chris.

Leaving the church

In a moment of self realization,

Reality hits as harsh

As pilots first lash of the whip.

I began persecuting myself

For my lack of belief.

I condemned my religion to a painful crucifixion.

No miracles were to be performed

By this body,

Water would remain as water.

No matter what length of time

Would be given,

This temple would never

Be rebuilt.

Faith had abandoned my mind,

And I denied knowing Christ,

Three times.

My place of escape

I want to lie on your flat top,

It's so homely and comfy,

You're my place of isolation,

Aloneness and me time.

Your sheets are so vibrant

Giving colour to my life,

When I am in you

My dreams all come true.

Floating away into slumber

Always seems so appealing,

But only with you,

No one else in the moment.

You house an Eden of memories,

A look to the perfect future,

No other place

Is as inventive as you.

Whether the sun is shining,

Or the moon big and sky high,

I want to lie within you,

And surpass the boundaries of my mind.

Contemplation

Without a door,

Is anywhere open?

Without a clock,

Does time exist?

Without a calendar,

Do we have a birthday?

Without education,

Do we still learn?

Without words,

Can we still talk?

Without clothes,

Are we always naked?

Without numbers,

Can we still count?

Without TV or theatre,

Is there still drama?

Without mirrors,

Do we still have reflexions?

Without water,

Are we ever thirsty?

Without food,

Are we ever hungry?

Without a name,

Who am I?

Standing at the bus stop

Standing at the bus stop,

A man with dark glasses

Holding a stick to support him,

He wouldn't even acknowledge

I'm there.

We stand there in silence,

I'm thinking he's so obnoxious,

Not a word was uttered,

Or a single glance

In my direction.

Something was maintaining

His attention,

He didn't want to be distracted,

But what occupied his mind

I didn't know.

As every lorry passed

He'd stumble forward

Than step back again,

It seemed a strange habit to have,

Why he did this I couldn't comprehend.

Was he obsessive compulsive?

Perhaps just strange?

He seemed uncertain

Of every step

Or move he made.

My bus was hurtling toward us,

"I'm getting this one"

He said,

On the hovering of his arm

Only then did I truly notice his support.

I had disregarded all the signs,

Paid no attention till the lifting of his hand,

The cane in his hand was bright white,

He could not see,

But it was me who had been blind.

Label upon label

Rounded up like a woolly herd

Without the aid of a sheep dog,

Placed in pens with names attached.

Branded like cattle

By a hot burning iron,

That leaves its mark forever.

Pigeon holed people

By societies groupings,

Filed away in unorganized folders.

We're boxes within boxes,

Constantly adding wrapping,

But never finished off with a bow.

There's Letters after our names

That aren't qualifications,

More a stamp of recognition.

Our progression is never finished,

Seen as label upon label,

But never peeling off the one before.

Political warfare

Guns blazing,

Forward charge,

Dive, roll,

Fire, fire.

Political and religious leaders

Picking and taking sides,

Against all they see as wrong,

Some for, some against,

Arguing it out.

But where are we left?

The public I mean.

We're in the middle of a war,

Stuck in no man's land

As though we don't even matter,

Taking the brunt,

Of all these bastards have created.

Freedom

Laws,

Judgements,

Rulings.

Political correctness,

Preciseness,

Scrupulousness.

Restraints,

Restrictions,

Constraints.

Chastisement,

Mistreatment,

Punishment.

When will our tongues be free?

You call yourself holy

Washing myself thoroughly,

Scrubbing deep and hard,

Never seeming to be clean,

No matter how hard I rub.

You were not just within my clothes,

You were deep beneath my skin,

Can I ever rid you from my body?

Banish you from my mind?

Slowly over time you eat my insides away,

My soul was rotting,

Stewing within my bones,

Now a young man haunted by the nightmares of a child.

I had to let it out,

Expose you for what you are,

How my mother cried,

And you still call yourself her friend.

Each weekend you stand tall in line,

In front of my mother in gods own temple,

Holding out your hands with a grin wide across your face,

And accept the bread and wine with a shallow care free amen.

Did you even realize you were wrong?

Can't you see what you have done?

You've raped me of my happiness!

How many times must a child say no?

here are 3 more poems i hope you enjoy reading them.

 the first is about a teenagers sertirical view of the news and in a sense how some of them think.

the second is about all the traffic at the end of my road due to schools and offices and how inconvinient and aggrovating it is.

then the third one is about a period of depression i went through at eighteen which prevented me leaving the house and made me lose all touch on reality. its more of a performance piece and it is meant to be funny but with an underlying tone of sadness.

The 10pm advert

A teenager's perspective

Have you seen that promotional program?

It tells you what the trends of the times are,

Like murder, drugs and sex.

It shows great graphic scenes,

explains what happened that day

And how to achieve your goals in life.

It provides info

On what to wear such as hoodies

And said that most people my age carry knives,

From now on I'll need protection,

It's not safe to go out

Unless I'm kitted up apparently.

The program is so enticing

It just draws you in,

Every night it's on at the same time,

It's almost a soap,

It lets us know what's hip

So we can rest easy

For knowing how to be cool.

It even shows dead bodies,

You don't get to see that very often,

They create such a thirst for blood,

The nerds rant and rave about it

And make themselves look stupid on TV.

My mum says I've got the wrong end of the stick,

But I don't think so

It just all seems so wicked.

I know,

I think I'll put their techniques into practice tomorrow,

It would be wrong not too,

It's just so amazing,

Plus it will improve my street cred

And just think,

I could get famous.

heres some poems i have chosen that i enjoyed writing. there quite simple but so are most of my poems. i hope you enjoy reading them and maybee ill get a few subscribers to my blog, cheers, chris.

Life support

Detached

He lay there on the hospital bed,

It may aswell have been the morticians slab,

He seemed lifeless and detached from the world,

Life support was all that kept him going,

It's so hard seeing him like this.

There was No separation between man and machine,

In fact it seemed part of him,

Now he was suffering,

he went into complete shutdown

was there still life within him?

There were more machines than thought possible,

Wires all around

Merging into his central computer.

The computer doesn't seem to be on

Or is it no longer working?

If this is the case

He's as alive as a paper weight.

A diagnostic is needed,

If you're beyond repair

Then you belong on the human waste land.

They were right,

His test results were poor,

There's no response from the hard drive,

An anti-virus program won't restore this one

All of my options are exhausted.

What do I do now?

I can't just give up,

I won't just give up,

I haven't got it in me

To just unplug my baby.

The meat market at night

Manchester's gay village

It's so grotesque to see,

The live stock strolls in

Like lambs to the slaughter.

The more matured the meat

The cheaper it is sold.

The young fresh ones

They're what they're after,

"They're all free range you know."

One farmer bids against another

With drugs and drink,

They brag about the lengths they'll go to

With their lengths

To swing the bid their way,

Then a quick flash of the cash

And the meat is yours.

They're buttered up,

Seasoned, marinated

Then hastily paraded home.

These men now have a hunger,

Starving for their chicken.

Your mine tonight,

I'll devour you whole,

Then once I'm done

I'll put you to one side,

And Forget about you forever

Emigration

You visit me in my garden every day,

You spread your wings and play,

Your singing enthrals me,

I think we sing the same song.

Hold me tight to your breast

And I will sink deep into your feathers,

Our bond is so strong.

At some point though a frost will come

So you will decide to leave

And in no way do I blame you,

But I hope you revisit my garden

And warm my life again,

For we were good together,

My companion, my friend. 

A change of road

A long stretch of motorway

Travelled for many a mile,

it's at its end,

And a roundabout lies ahead.

Which exit is best?

The first, the second or third?

I choose any way but back,

Ill aim for the horizon and drive.