regardless of the topic
always completing
with a self effacing chuckle
to be eternally nice
and cheerfully accepting
all that life throws at you
is just bland

no alarms and
no surprises here

those who are
compelled to ignore
the humanity of passion
and all it’s forms
rage, hilarity, grief, madness
not to allow them out
not to scream and shout
living a life banal
a life in denial
of life itself

these releases
i allow all my company
as i allow them for myself

i am bored
with the need
to smooth things over
the sensations of passion
the expression of them
is the juice of life
and art itself

vent i say
with as much
colour as you can
let your feelings
be the drive in your song
your chance to belong
amongst us flawed humanity
eschew banality
make a stand, and
banish bland

I'll never bother you again. I promise.

How boring it must be
To be able to wake up in
The morning and do
What you need to do.

I will dance around
My kitchen table
As dishes pile up.

I will lay on my bedroom
Floor as the laundry
Screams that it needs
To be done,

I would go into the bathroom
If it wasn’t for the person
In the mirror that despises
Me so much.

Oh but when I get that spark,
That little moment of clarity,
time stops,

I become a fraud and can’t write
Poems anymore,
But the way my hands move
Around the dishes,
How fast the laundry walks itself.

It must be perfect to live
Like this forever,
But oh, how boring.

Despite my painting skills and the passion ,
Upon which my fate rests .
They have rejected me in a regular fashion !
It's life with its horrible tests .

I will redraw borders and the world map !
My motherland will no longer put up with crap !