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Warning the poetry and lyrics below, may be considered crazy, deranged or emo by some (which doesn’t make sense as most of it was written before the emo subculture was invented / discovered or defined.)

This Time (incomplete, I did have verses for this but I misplaced them before locating a writing implement)

Chorus

This time it wasn’t a crime
Next time, who knows what damage will be done ?
This time it wasn’t a crime
God knows it sure wasn’t a lot of fun

日本語版

今回犯罪くない
次回どのような被害がおきかな
今回犯罪くない
神様の知る、確かに大いに楽しまれない

Block out the Sun  lyrics (incomplete)

They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

And in the darkness, the madness reigns
You pray to God, and hope you’re sane
You begin to shift, you begin to change
Into something much more suitable

And still they block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

And in the darkness, the madness reigns
You pray to God, and hope you’re sane
You begin to shift, you begin to change
Into something much more suitable

But still, They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
They block out the Sun
And watch it all fall down

Crazy

And I’d smile as you cry
I’d wait as you lie
Patiently till you die
Just to resurrect your soul

All in sweet time
So much patience it’s a crime
No hopes, no dreams
My mind is filled with just your screams

Blind to every emotion except pain
Wishes to be crazy from one so sane
Stabbed all over with invisible knives
Never belonged to any of the tribes

Hell’s angel I’d be
Just to occupy my misery
Don’t bother to think of me

It’s too late
My soul is confiscate
Feeling irate at my own stupidity
There is nothing left for me Except for madness, death and tyranny

For anyone who’s not afraid to be different, unique or special

The Rose

Written 12/2/2004

The rose lay on the mantelpiece
Its petals wilted and frail, way past their prime
This rose remembered their joys and needful pleas
For help, health, love and life in many ‘a bad time
The rose held inside its spreaded bud all the memories and dreams
that had become sublime

It remembered their youth and the joyous time spent
When they went on picnics in the park and the passionate love letters they sent.
It remembered their wedding in all its glory and bliss
From the tall white cake to their matrimonial kiss
It remembered their long nights of erotic passion and the results of this
It remembered their children three and the new found busyness
It remembered when the kids left and left their house quiet
They had children and houses of their own
Leaving their parents, in total solitude, all alone

Until they became old and frail, placed in nursing homes by the way
They lived and died a happy life enjoying their lives’ trail
This rose although wilted and frail
Could never share their fate
Because this was the rose of St Valentine
And this rose was eternal and meant to last all time.

So if you love somebody, heart or soul and you want to give a gift
Give them your blessing and the eternal rose of St Valentine

Show this to your friends and show them the true spirit and meaning of St Valentine’s Day.

Ice Cream

Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry
Mango, Butterscotch and fat free cherry
Banana, Rum & Raisin, Coffee
Bubble Gum Blue, After Dinner Mint, and English Toffee
Boysenberry, Choc-Chip, Rainbow
Peach, Spearmint, I eat them real slow
Lemon, Raspberry ripple and apricot
I’m so hungry, I could eat the lot
Single, Double, doesn’t matter what
Please sir I’ll have the lot
Sonny could you repeat that order I’m a little deaf
PLEASE SIR I’LL HAVE THE LOT
Sorry Sonny there is none left.

Drink Driving

It’s 7:00pm and I’m going to a party
It’s the 21 of my best mate Marty
Everyone is here
Sam has brought the beer

They all say I ought’a
So order a double scotch diluted with water
Then I have a can of VB
Forgetting about my family’s alcoholic history
It’s three in the morning, sun’s just about dawning

Sam gives me two bottles for the road
I open the 1st bottle
Then I pull the choke and throttle
And swerve to miss a toad

I drink down the 1st bottle
‘Relax’, I tell myself and lie back
I loosen my grip on the wheel and throttle
Man my driving skills are getting slack

Bang, Crack, Smash
Glass is splintered all over the dash
Off the road and into a ditch I fall
I scream for help
But the car muffles my call

Though finally a man named Joe
Finds me, gets his mobile
And rings triple 0.
I’m thankful that I am not alone

Then it’s the ambulance does arrive
Thy get me out of this mess
In the ambulance the medic said I would survive
But I still wished, that I didn’t drink drive.

Junkies

I wrote this before Thumbsucker, but the themes of Thumbsucker and this poem are quite similar.

Junkies all have the same aim
Junkies all play the same high low game
Junkies get off whether on food , sex or drugs
Because of their addictions, Junkies become thiefs, murderers and thugs

To their high the junkies stick
Waiting for their next kick
Caught in a big deceitful trick

Junkies were people like us, the same
But they got stuck in the addiction game
Whether on WOW, sugar, caffeine, cocaine
Anything to support the escape from the pain

So for the sick, dying, addicted junkies spare a thought
For the sticky web in which their caught.

Its not that …

Its not that I can’t take a joke
Just that too many jokes were taken on me
Its not that I can’t play a game
Just that too many games were broken for me

Its not that I can’t smile, laugh or play
Just that my experiences have caused my emotions to decay
Its not that I can’t love or trust
Just that my memories of somethings often are dust

Its not that I mean to take the victim role
Just that when I got parts of me back from the silverbox, I didn’t feel quite whole
Its not that I mean be to shrouded in sadness and negativity
Just that for a quite a while that was my reality

Its not that time hasn’t healed all my old wounds
Just that scarred memory takes so much longer to improve
Its not that I am not happy
Just that I am still trying to let myself be free

Why do they fly

Verse1

Everyone wants to beat me
No one wants to tie
Everyone wants to beat me
Trying to fly higher than the sky

Everyone wants to beat me
No one wants to tie
Everyone wants to beat me
And the stress is making me cry

Chorus

Oh why do they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly, fly, fly now ?
Oh why they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly ?

Verse 2

Everyone wants to be rich these days
No one wants to be poor
Everyone wants to be rich these days
Cash, stocks, diamonds, oh whatever for

Everyone wants to be rich these days
No one wants to be poor
Everyone wants to be rich these days
With a Persian rug on their floor

Chorus
Oh why do they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly, fly, fly now ?
Oh why they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly ?

Verse 3

Everyone wants instant pleasure
No one wants the pain
Living a in bubble
It drives me insane

Everyone wants instant pleasure
No one wants the pain
Everyone wants instant pleasure
Albeit heartlessness and disdain

Chorus

Oh why do they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly, fly, fly now ?
Oh why they fly so high ?
Oh why do they fly ?

Why won’t you die ?
(only written the chorus for this, well actually I did make up the verses but forget them before I found a pen.)

Chorus

Why won’t you die !!
You’ve been electrified !!
You’ve been deep fried !!
You’ve shot in the head !!

Note: For those that know the original poems that I wrote on paper, these have had some modifications and some spelling and grammar revisions.

Riddles (created by me, answers given by request)

All know me.
All have me.
Eternal I am.
I must be obeyed not matter what the cost.
Those who seek to be rid of me, will yield to me & still be stuck with me.
I make people love.
I make people hate.

What am I ?

Those who seek me, rarely find me.
They expect answers from things without tongues.
They beg the wise for their wisdom, but the wise know better and say nothing.
For I am not a question that can be answered but rather something else.
Those who ignore me, other stumble across me without realising, and only notice when I have gone.
Yet they didn’t notice when I arrived.

What am I ?

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