happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with.
its about living with no regrets
And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you.
Happiness is taking a risk
and it pays off
and even if it doesnt
another oppurtunity presents itself.
happiness is staying up all night with your frends.
happiness is water fights on late summer evenings.
happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right.
happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public
happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies.
happiness is no homework
happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love
happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds
happiness is doing wat you want to do
happiness is helping one another
happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return
happiness is being able to speak your mind
happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down
happiness is confidence
happiness is working hard for something
happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie
happiness is finding out who you are
happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back
happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite?
happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them
happiness is feeling safe
happiness is feeling wanted
happiness is feeling at peace with yourself
happiness is feeling that someone always has your back
happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling
happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world.
this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy
it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed.

happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey

i cant explain this happiness

Five years go by
Me and my best friends
Or so I thought
Fake fake fake fake...
All of them
Pretending to care
Me trusting them
Had I known it possible to lie like that
For five years and no less
I'd have kept my mouth shut
Secrets shared
Would have never been told
This is a learning curve
(As one might say)
That one should never hand out trust like leaflets
Trust is to be earnt
Over a long time
I had to learn this the hard way
I should have listened originally

I’m an apricot , ripe on the tree - ready for picking
I am a cherry , offering to be popped
3 tequila shots or the equivalent of a blurred memory inside me
my heart is bleeding a little at the acts my body is moving through
i am bleeding a little at the acts my body is moving through

i bleed for 4 days , 5 days.
i am amazed that he pulled out. i find that incredible -
as if a man is wild in the act of mergence and unable to control himself ,

ideas of male/female roles imprinted on me
from parents , **** and public school  - where girls are made into women
at 13 ,
we discuss when we will “lose our virginity” i say 15 if i’m ready (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

i should expect him to *** inside me , because i am the subservient woman and he should do as he pleases
i think it magical his heightened awareness -
i see his majestic beauty on his well formed muscles
and the hotel room his family owns , or the kick *** motorbike he drives and the supply of beachfront joints.


and still it is now 1 year later that i am in pain.


a fire on my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach
i am sick because i swallowed the lies and hated myself , i truly believed i was worth that level of respect. the fire burns swiftly in my heart because i am enraged and sorrowful at my ignorance. I am partly ashamed at my lack of empathy
for myself and partly in awe at my magnificence.


We look at virginity as pure , unsoiled.

Pure. Unsoiled.
****. Subconsciously telling our mothers , sisters , aunties and grandma’s that they are ***** for exercising their basic ****** function. Shaming us for feeling pleasure.....the connotations are different for brothers , fathers , uncles and grandpas. A pat of well done on the back , you are now a “man”.............well .. i’ll be ******..... it amazes me how these sly , low blows are hidden right in plain sight.

well fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk that !

I know i love myself now
with the respect i would rain down upon any other fellow being .

i wish : for them and me to be able to love without fear, disgust and shame.
i wish to allow my energy from that moment to feed others who need help along their path of self-love.

Now my cosmic womb is treated with respect and reverence
enjoying myself freely.

Oh but , i will say thank you , and a sensi bow , for the lesson learnt.

Never again will i put others on a pedestal they have not earnt.
Especially if it has anything to do with my *****.

I'm trending love.
I'm trending hate.
I'm trending the fact that you always reply a little too late.
I'm telling you that you are less than enough.
And when you **** me, its a little too rough.
Pounding away like you're shooting a gun.
All too soon.
I never come.
Too pretty to make you feel let down.
Fake it always, you're the shittest rodeo clown.
Take off your ****** face.
Eat me wide, go on, give me a taste.
Sink your teeth into my bare flesh,
feel my history in my blood
seek me out in all my mess.
I am showing you darling
in my very sweet tones
that my succinct naivety is nothing more,
than what you want from your white ash bones.
I am trending you
I am trending your ****.
I am trending the look you wear
and the music you rock.
I am seeking a feeling more than text, a wink or smiley face.
Look, At, ME.
Am i that easy to replace?
Bitterness is found in the sweetest pill
i'll bend your ***, i'll bend you over,
I'll ******* at will.
I will move my trend towards your neck
outpour my lack of interest in your ear,
tell you what it is you want to hear.
*******, and **** your nation.
**** your distinctive'taste',
and your senseless judgement and interrogation.
I am not some sweet-***-****-drive-by-shooter-girl,
I have ******* brains,
I am seconds away from tearing apart your world.
I am living safely from behind my defensive line of white hair,
**** that ****, i don't want closeness
rip my clothes off, don't leave till i'm wanton and bare.
Oh and i am trending your messages
I am trending all of you.
I am not trending depression, ****** up or feeling blue.
I am trending love, trending the great divide.
I made it through and over, to the other side.
I am not what you will ever believe me to be
a glimmer, of a hint, in a riddle, is all you will see.
I am trending what is insane, and what is not,
I am thinking, your thinking of,
'what the **** has this girl got?'
I am not here to make you laugh, or for you to wish for more,
I am here to be left broken and wet,
on your kitchen floor.
I am trending honest, i am trending passion and life,
I am trending a big fat ****** smile,
Because I am not your possession or your future wife.
I am not trending your **** size, or  your 16 positions in one night,
I don't want you to cry on my shoulder
I am not trending 'your mother', i have earnt that right.
Look, At. ME.
Second chances rarely come as few
and when i walk away, i will walk away with a taste of you.
I am sweetness, i am luxury divine,
make me bite you, scratch your back, forget the time.
But at my cost, at my control, this will be,
you are not my attachment,
my soul is not your key.
I am trending love, i am trending ME
for what is locked within, is never for free.
****.
Me.
What a trend

Go ahead
Sit with your ignorant comfort blanket
Of expected
Respected
And protected
Male privilege,
And try to tell me we are weak.
Try to tell me that the women who climb mountains of misogyny,
Beaten down repeatedly,
And still stand to scream 'we shall not be silenced'
Have not earnt the right to speak.

You have no idea,
Just what it means to be a woman.

Down behind the communal garages,
Our knees were scabbed and scarred,
Badges of honour, to ten-year old savages,
Earnt in chasis' of burnt out cars.

There, on the side of a wall,
Nineteen-Sixteen, had been daubed in emulsion,
Just another target for our ball,
To find its meaning ? we had no compulsion.

It was a circular Nine, like a giant comma,
And the Six was rotund, as well,
Against all the rules Sister Mary of the Immaculate Madonna
taught, in those hand-writing classes from hell.

It was similar to a giant 1690,
I'd seen in another part of town,
On the gable-end of a property emptied,
Before an our street versus your street showdown.

Then one day, the Old Fella' explained,
In 1916 we stood up for ourselves,
A pride in our nation regained,
As the G.P.O. was shook to its shelves.

"Son, we tired of crawling on our belly,
Being beaten, battered and conned,
Surely you've heard me talk of Connolly ?"
I said, Yeh he's me favourite James Bond.

But this was Liverpool, Nineteen Seventy-Two,
And me Da' had been over here years,
What he was on about, I never had a clue,
Though it was the first time I ever saw him shed tears.

Thank you guardians of the past,
Your legacies will surely last,
In the memories and hearts of kin and country.
I salute you for your courtesy;
The courage and wisdom you've given,
Through sweat and tears hard bitten.
You've laid a solid foundation
For the future of this "clever" nation.
So stand tall, you've earnt a rest.
P.S. Grandma, you're the best!

In clear dawn’s prescient light I saw
Integrity of man withdraw,
Withdraw from that integral grace
Illuminated in that place.
A clear blue light in silhouette
Of moon and mountain pirouette,
A truthfulness of stark relief
Quite unencumbered by deceit.
Unencumbered by the paws
Of those who bare discordant claws,
They who twist God’s clear blue light
To manifest their grip on might,
Those who would, quite by perchance,
Enlist oblivion’s nuclear dance.

This hanging crescent moon aloft
Above our mountain’s darkened croft,
Delicately etched in vivid glow
Of promised new dawn’s velvet show…..
Dependant now on exchanged themes
Of thermonuclear warfare’s screams.

But then…..
Old soldiers call from War afar
To we who listen, jaw ajar,
To wisdom earnt by good blood spilt
Be of Field Grey or Scottish Kilt…..

“Fight no more this curse of War”
They, from beyond the  grave, implore,
“We sacrificed our youth for thee
So thou might dwell in harmony”

In clear dawn’s prescient light they saw
A slit of sunshine’s open door,
Where sanity, just, could pave the way
For laughter’s peal to save this day.

M.
“Lest We Forget “
ANZAC Day
25 April 2017
HAMILTON, NEW ZEALAND

Luck has to be earnt,
    Never given.

So go out
and make
          yours happen.

A girl will stand on the edge of the
Brooklyn Bridge at 7pm,
The water will stare back
at her
as the cars will glide past her,
(the rejection of her resume meant nothing
in comparison to the rejection from her lover.)

A man sits in the car in his garage
a capsule in his hand
and a gas leak in the trunk.
(no amount of promotions
which earnt him that car
could keep him afloat
as tax collectors harass his neighbors
for a tax return they are not going to
recieve.)

A woman will stand on a 2ft high
stool,
a rope in her hands
and a letter on the bed.
(the unborn child she caressed with alcohol
poisoning lingers in her mind
as she cannot bear the thought
of telling her husband that she loved whiskey
more than she did him.)

A boy will reside
in his fathers study,
his favourite book rested on the desk
and a gun in his hand.
(it never really was quite the same
after he left.)

....and who are we that Eton,Harrow do not see,
we are the sinking of the sun,the wreck of the S.S Great Britain has come.
Where once we were the universe,rulers of lands and seas,we have been brought down to our knees to slowly, slowly sink.

Drink and drugs the slugs and snails what ails us,do we know?
Council blocks and towers knock us down to build new towns and the green belt gets much tighter,landfills full up to the brim the doors of opportunity are locked,we can't get in,too fat,too thin,old school ties and gold tie pins and who are we?the
disenfranchised and despised by those that do not see the rising tide of poverty.

Those we passed on our way up are those who put a penny in this beggars cup and wave goodbye,the sky has dropped, the horizon dulled,pulled this and that way,can't pay the bills,drink and drugs the only thrills and betting on the three fifteen to race along another pointless dream,
horsemeat in the freezer section,the four fifteen was my selection which fell at the final fence.

Prozac helps us to relax,**** the council tax and income band just put two blue pills in my hand and make it seem like it's a dream and we're not sinking,what a scream,a film show,I should go and see the launch,exercise to lose this paunch.

Tomorrow I may rise to see my ship Great Britain back at sea or I could stay in bed and thread excuses on a needle,sew myself a sweater,keep the heat in,can't afford electric fires not like those out in the Shires where logs are burnt,money earnt is money burnt in my opinion.

Back to basics,Luddite hills and give me two more small blue pills,put them on the bills of lading,degrading I can do,but you have so much more and it's ship to shore on the radio,rise me hearties off we go,one more mad dash to make some more cash,undeclared that's only fair,
the revenue can go and ***** and spin upon that middle digit,fidgeting?it must be fleas,do fleas get brought down to their knees?

You see,
in this last scramble to the death I ramble on with my last breath,they haven't taxed my fresh air yet but I bet they will,drink and drugs for one more thrill,up anchor as I will at will to drift away into the sinking of just one more day.

come on sweet heart
chin up, don't tear yourself apart,
stand tall,
even though your 5'6'
disregard that , wear your six inch heals and strut with  brutish animosity
your a lion whose collar brandishes six inch spikes facing inwards now take of your leather back straps and show them what you've been working on
let the sun glint of your scars and make dam sure they know  how you earnt them

*LG

You said you wanted to know,
How you appear through another's eyes.
I wonder though, how YOU see you,
How much of what I see is a disguise.

Well,

I want to tell you how you taste,
Of cool rain and fire.
With petalled lips and milky skin,
Flushing crimson with desire.

Sometimes I can hear the soft notes of the music that moves you,
Dancing along parted lips.
Spilling secrets and an incandescent light,
Celestial parts, that you'd normally eclipse.

Sometimes you seem far off,
Battling monsters beneath the surface.
Externally calm, like the eye of a storm,
While the rest of us play part in life's circus.

Sometimes I want to trace your scars,
Which only tell truths in part.
And cannot even begin to tell,
Of the scars criss-crossing your heart.

..and still, delicate, like intricate lace,
Following the curves of your figure.
Woman, you are beautiful!
I'm not sure how you can't see that in your mirror.

I do not know your story,
The things that you have seen.
But I can see you've earnt your armour,
Placed around you like a screen.

So, please forgive this, a glimpse of how I see.
You, your being, your purpose.

And despite all these things,
There's untold more beneath your surface.

From flat number 40 on the morning of January 6th 2004 I removed myself from the situation.

I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.

Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.

A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.

A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.

A week after that you told me it was your boss.

A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.

On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"

The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.

I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.

To try rush love, is to grasp at infatuation
Neither earnt or deserved.

To cheat beg and borrow
Or arouse a facade
By fault or by flight
Is neither right,
Or a right.

But to learn is to make,
To shape
To mold.
Create within hands and soul
Embrace.
                Capture.
                                Build.
Repeat

And the zephyr teases,
Tossing to-and-fro saplings fresh'
Which tantalise the Currawong, cowering its call,
And glistening crystalline on dewy morn's.
---------
You *****,
You moan'
You complain,
And you whinge.
---------
Hello,
Can I help you?
Or, better still, can you help me?!?
I've lost my mind,
Though I'm never sure I possessed it;
And if I did - I regret its escape.
---------
The pretentious poverty of money -
They think they look good, but what's really funny
Is the narcissistic approach that they tackle life -
Like everything is owed and nothing earnt;
Lucky to live amid so few excursions into reality.
---------
240 volt vac, attached to one's ball-sack
Jaw slack until the power is racked -
Up goes your nuts and voice pitches
To new dimensions, shrill and pre-pubescent.
Tears that masculinity denies appear in the corner
Of eyes steeled, and vacantly appreciative.
---------
You, my friend, can kiss my ****,
The **** you speak is but a farce -
Unrelated to the life we realise, experience;
Alien to any who maintain their conscience.

The atheist walks
Past the supermarket
Seeing only shoppers,
Buying their daily bread
Earnt by working nights on security, or
Days serving zombied customers
At drive through takeaways
Getting abused, watching the litter
Pile up from don't give a toss
Attitudes diving immaculate cars,
He sees shattered dreams in the homeless
Begging to survive another day
In pavement poverty,
Preying on good will by sliding doors
In the rain,
Teenagers pushing prams, abandoned
To a cruel world of benefits and scams
Just to make ends meet,
Men wheeling six packs to their hatchbacks
Hoping they have enough *****
To block out another weekend
Of the wife moaning about never going out
And the grass needs cutting,
He smells the pollution of all the cars
Driven a few hundred yards
For a pack of cigarettes
And some dried noodles for the kids for lunch
Just to shut them up,
He sees only individuals
Railing against each other, falling
Over their directionless lives
All wanting to be somewhere, NOW.
He pushes past them all
Never looking up, never acknowledging
A single face, knowing his place
In the crowd.

But I see the woman who stops
In her nurses uniform
Tired from another 12 hour shift
Smiling at the beggar she drops him her change,
Takes her shopping to the car
Looking forward to a family meal together,
Waits for someone to pull out of their parking space
As she leaves for a humble home
Built on love,
I still see a light in the darkness.

Scars,
Like a red wine stain
On an ivory dress.

They stain my Ivory skin,
And yet,
I wear them proud.

They are my medals,
Earnt in war.
In love.

In hate?
In hatred of who?
Me or you?

They offend you,
Your eyes can't lie like your mouth.
They scream the truth.

As do these,
The truth is I suffered once,
I hurt once,

You think me weak,
But I am strong,
You shame me.
You are wrong.

Reality hits
I gasp for my breath
I can see again after a red mist
Gaze at the destruction
There's nothing left
Bridges have been broken
Lives have been torn
Ripped apart by an anger
Without any cause
An anger without thought
The brunt of the damage is a verbalised slew
There's a weight to my words at the end of this fuse
All my mates are like DUDE!
Calm down...!
The **** is it with you?!
I'm like the opposite of Midas
What I touch turns to ****
Just pass me that **** to relieve myself
And I take a couple hits
But then I'm a car crash in a moment
A mental explosion
So I try and stop my involvement
This **** lasts for about a week
Till curiosity gets the better
And I've had another draw
Back to the start again I guess
Now my brains chillin with Curious George
Okay, I'll tell you a little bit more
About this "fellow"
This "Curious George"
It's a name for a thought
Telling you to dabble, to cause
Mischief and mayhem with packs of drugs
Your well earnt money has bought
Taking over conscious thought
Is his final master plan
Deception is his game
In the form of a helping hand
"Experiment with my **** to see what life is like"
"How can you say no to these wicked ideas"
"Yeah just take a pill, it'll get rid of your fears"
Now you're crawling around
Whilst you're bashed off your face
Climbing up ladders,
When really they're snakes
Then it's on to the tabs
You taste that tingle on your tongue
"Go on, lick another one, the fun has only just begun"
So you do another one
Until you've never had enough.
The life and stuff you knew before dims and fades away
A never-ending state
A shadow of your former self
A conscious living grave
Or that would've been the case
Had there not been a saving grace
To aid along the way

I don’t know why I was put on this Earth
born into a life I didn’t deserve
seen so many fall around me, walking right beside me till one day
I’m alone and taking up a space I never earnt
How do I justify my position when there are so many greats missing,
Trying to compare what I feel is my worth
to that of the departed and I can’t make the numbers work

I’ve made so many attempts on my life
I must be feline
and if I die tonight please know that this was number nine
but I’ve been close enough to the edge to know
there is no beginning and no end
just transitioning between what we see
and the spaces in between
I’ve travelled parallel my whole life
I’ve seen where souls collide in paradise
see we are all connected by the things we’ve done
the memories we keep, the thoughts we have and the people we’ve loved

Hot coffee
Swallowed too quick
Cold water
Allowed to stick.

Too many thoughts
Things to do
Too many noughts
Life in lieu.

Write it all down
Scratch it off your mind
Drink it all down
Let the spring unwind.

Cleanse your soul
Straight from the bowl
An earnt taboo
Burnt just for you.

If you want love, you have to wait for it,
If you want trust you have to earn it.
If you want the truth you have to be able to take it,
and if you want freedom sometimes you have to fight for it.

If you want a friend you have to be one,
If you want a good job you have to work for it.
If you want to be heard you need to speak out,
if you want to be seen you have to be noticed
and if you want to be good at something you have to practice.

If you want something you can't always just go out and get it,
you have to be patient, something's have to be earnt others have to be found.
Some you have to work for and the rest you just have to be yourself,
because you can't always rely on someone else.

She stood there patiently waiting
For the steam to dissipate
As the mirror slowly revealed the lines
That earnt a place on her face

Honest, open and naked
Exposed and filter-free
Taking a moment to witness  
The beautiful chaos she turned out to be

A flurry of deep emotions  
At the mercy of her reflection
The room dead with silence
Through her eyes, her soul did beckon  

Now that the guise was lifted
She welcomed the tears of pain
A euphoric and deep connection
Healing only she could mend

She lingered there a while longer
Enjoying her presence and space
Willing to take the next step
It was written all over her face

Embarking on a new journey
A promise she needed to make  
To love and respect herself
For if not, it would be her biggest mistake

Do You Ever Get The URGE To Write Down Words ...
Which When Observed Help People ... LEARN ... ?!?    
  
Its HARD To Know What's Good To Use ... ?  
When Writing Prose That Gives Out Clues ...  
About Your Views And ... " Darkest Moods " ... !!!  
    
When Some Conclude That ... " You've got issues ! " ...  
    
EVERYONE DOES And That's The TRUTH ... !!!  
    
So DON'T Write For THEM ... !!!!!  
Try .... Writing For YOU .... !!!!!    
    
Do You Feel ... IMPELLED ... ?  
Or In Other Words ... URGED ... ?  
Or Let's Say ... COMPELLED  .... !?!  
To SELL YOURSELF To Acquire Wealth ... !?!  
    
Such An Urge Can Make Some Learn ...  
To Do Things THAT Make Stomachs CHURN ... !!!  
    
Like MANY Have Said It's HARD TO EARN ... !!!  
ESPECIALLY When You Try To Collect ...    
When It's ... NOT Your Turn ... !!!?!!!  
    
"DO NOT PASS GO, GIVE BACK THAT CASH !"  
    
"I Think You KNOW You Haven't Earnt HAT !"  
    
That's Just A Joke But It Makes Me MAD ... !!!  
When CERTAIN Folks Leave People BROKE ... !!!!!  
    
Like Certain Police Who've Now Been Shown ...  
To ROB Old People of Their Homes ... !?!  
    
So That They Can Pay For FIVE STAR Holidays ... ?!?  
That's A News Story I've Read ... Today ... !!!  
    
Well I'm GLAD To Say He's Been LOCKED AWAY ... !!!!!  
    
So Do You Ever Get The Urge To Chat Up Girls ... ?  
Especially When They've ...    
Got Those Curves That Make Heads Turn ... ?!!!?    
    
Be CAREFUL Now You May Get BURNED ... !!!!!  
    
If She Looks THAT HOT She's Probably Got ...    
A Number of Hounds Chasing Her Around Town ... !!!!!  
    
And May Often Work Her Way Down South ...  
With A Mouth Just Like A CIRCUS CLOWN ... !!!!!!  
    
And Probably Gives It Up  ...  
For Money ANY Currency ...    
Dollars Euros Or Pounds ... !!!!!  
    
I Can Hear Them Now !  
    
"Without some cash for me to burn,  
Control that urge, and wait your turn !"  
    
I'm Saying Girls What's Up With THAT ... ?!?  
    
I URGE You To Show MORE Virtue ... !!!  
There's CLEARLY Something WRONG With You ... !!!!!    
    
So ...    
Do You Ever Get The URGE To Use ****** Tools ... !?!  
    
Well Like The Girls In THAT Last Verse ...  
Such PERVERSE Attitudes Prove You Probably DO ... !!!  
    
Well That's NOT Quite True ... !!!  
    
Don't Get It Confused ... !!! ? !!!  
Some Couples Now Choose To Fill Bedrooms ...  
With ****** Cuffs And OTHER Stuff ...    
To Feed Their Needs For WILD *** Sprees ... !!!  
    
Now Let Me Explain ...  
My Views On This Subject STRAIGHT And PLAIN ... !!!  
    
I REALLY LOVE *** ... !!!!!  
    
But **** Underwear Is Enough For Me ... !!!!!  
Because I Have To Say It's Great to Play ... !!!!!!  
But At The End of The Day ...  
*** ISN'T A Game When Girls Cry ... " **** " ... !!!!!!!  
    
Some Girls Get The Urge When They Feel HURT ...  
To SET MEN UP When They've Had ENOUGH ... !!!!!  
    
"Come on, pull my hair, yes there, Ooooo YEAH !"    
    
THEY ARE Out There So Fellas BEWARE ... !!!!!  
BEFORE You End Up In A ... " Courtroom Chair " ... !!!!!  
    
SCARY Words ... !!!!!  
But Do You Ever Get The URGE ... ?  
To Just RETURN To Your ... " Ex-girl " ... ?  
    
Well That's An URGE That May NOT Work ... !!!  
Because She Is Your Ex For A Reason ... YES ... !!!!!  
    
If You MISS HER ... COOL ...  
But DON'T Be  A FOOL ...  
    
PLEASE THINK It Through If You Make That Move ...  
Lay Down The Rules Then DO YOUR DO .... !!!!!!  
    
Just Like ... " BRAND NEW " ... !!!!!!!  
    
So Do You Ever Get The URGE To Simply OBSERVE ...    
And Watch Individuals ... In This World ... ?  
    
I Have To Say Sometimes I Do ...    
Because It Helps Me Fuel My Poetic Wordplay ...  
That's Why My Words Leave So MANY STIRRED ... !!!!!  
I Guess Some THINK I'm A Bit DISTURBED ... !!!!!!!  
    
I URGE Them To NOT Hold Such Views ... !!!    
    
It's REALITY ... My Poetry ... !!!!!  
And Is Mostly Based On Things I've Seen ... !!!  
    
If My Words SHOCK Or Give You KNOCKS ... !!!  
Like Marvin Said ... " What's Going On ? " ...  
    
Can You NOT SEE Things Are Going WRONG ... !!!!!  
    
From Relationships To Modern Day Kids ...  
I'm Simply Sharing My Views On Things ...  
    
Things Like STINGS For Diamond Rings ...  
And Peoples' Cash To Live Life FLASH ... !!!  
    
While MANY Have NOTHING DON'T It Make You MAD ... ?!?  
    
That's Why I Get The URGE To Put Pen To Pad ...  
And Write These Words That Sometimes HURT ...    
    
When Based On FACT WHATEVER THAT Is .... !?!  
These Days We See So MANY Things That Make Us SICK ...    
From Poli-Tricks To .... " Starving Kids " ... !!!  
This Is Why I Think Like GOOD Music ...    
    
We NEED To PRESERVE This Use of Words ...  
Through .... " Poetry " ....  
    
So ... EVEN If They DISTURB Or Leave You STIRRED ...    
When It Comes To ... Words ...  
    
" Do You EVER Get The Urge ? "

Rhyme comes easy-
Which word rhymes with this word-
And all that
Although if poetry was just rhyming
And timing
It would fall flat
There’s something hidden in the words
You can taste it
The perfect phrase and all the ways
A human heart
Can be paraphrased-
You can’t fake it
These words aren’t just words
They’re feelings and you’ve earnt them
That hollow in your soul
Where it hurts?
This pain is worth it

Does 10 minutes mean I'm done
listening to Illmatic like automatic
4:08 will be finished instead of
3:50 and I'll follow the narrative
Peace and tension from the minutes left
Until I'm done
Philosophy please do this justice
Stream of feeling and I need a story
Maybe the cause alone can carry a
Reason why I'm an artist, was the cause enough
To show why I'm here
Neat little bow and I'm searching for a beat
Like I have earnt it, And I mean money
What does it mean to earn without currency
Mutually exclusive, I search and search my
Mind for the right feeling as it appears
And know the considered approach would yield
Allusions of grandeur as it should
Yes, it does end.
The beat is a motivator
'Cos what else would it do
The weight of capitalism, **** what's it matter,
Maybe I'm looking for that person who
Matters so inrefutibly that I just stop
And commit until the end.

If the BBC...
Knew how we all really do talk in the car,
Of our real opinions,
Our views,
Of what we think of certain people in life,
How our daily chat is embroiled in what they don't report,
Our loves that don't include politics,
A real box to tick,
Who we hate,
Who we really do rate,
And who should go into that next big seat at No.10,
Then the BBC should speak to the man on the street,

The British builder,
The factory worker
The delivery driver
The plumber
The average office worker
The struggling student and not those whose parents have money
The small towns near Grimsby,Bristol and those in Newcastle
The real man
The Nine til Five and then the Seven til' Eleven
The every penny earnt and still they are struggling

If the BBC actually reported on this,
Then this would be the real Britain they would be showing,
Yet,

JJB

These Days I See ...  
So MUCH ... IGNORANCE ... !!!  
From People On The Street ...  
To Those Who CLAIM To Be ... !!!  

The BEST of Friends ... !!!!!  
And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ...
  
"Nice to meet you !"  
  
"Nice to meet you TOO !"  
  
I Met A Girl Today ...  
She Seemed ... Pretty Cool ... ?!?  
  
"Be careful now Virge, don't pre-judge her !  
First impressions, need dissecting !  
Don't get it confused, and don't be fooled !!!  
If she's got issues, you'll face abuse !  
Decent women nowadays are rare like jewels !!!!!"  
  
Well Now I KNOW This Is THE TRUTH ... !!!  
So Here's Some Prose That'll Give You PROOF ... !!!  
  
I See This Girl Quite Often Now ... !!!  
Even Had Her Number For A While ...  
Kind of Liked Her Style And Her Profile ...  
  
But As Time Moved Her Actions Proved ...  
She Has ... " STRANGE MOODS " ...  
And Can Be CRUDE And YES Quite RUDE ... !!!  
  
Whenever She Heard My Use of Rhyme ....  
She'd say ..."She liked my rhyme designs" ...  
  
Pretty Much ALL The Time ...  
Now That's NO CRIME ... !!!  
  
But Sometimes She Would Act Like ... I ...  
Was Invisible ... And Just Walk By ... ?!?  
  
Now In My Mind I'd Ask Myself ... " WHY " ... ?!?  
Maybe She's Shy Now That Can't Be Right ... !?!  
She's NOT That Way On Stage With A Mic ... !?!  
  
But Then One Night I Did NOT Like ...  
The Way She Tried To Just ... FLY BY ...  
  
I Said ...  
  
"Excuse me dear, didn't you see me here ?"  
  
Now Her Reply Made ... CLARITY Strike ... !!!!!  
  
"You haven't been around, for such a long time,  
that I have no reason, to stop and say, hi !"  
  
Well That DEFINES ....  
  
" Out of sight, OUT of mind " ... !!!  
  
So CLEARLY Before She Was Being ... " Polite " ...  
When Saying She Liked The Words I Write ... ???  
  
Well These Next Lines She May ... " DISLIKE " ... !!!!!  
I Took Her Attitude As A Minimal ... " Slight " ...  
  
Her Swings of Mood Indicate Coc' Lines ... !!!!!  
  
Unfortunately ... I DON'T SUPPLY ... !!!  
I Simply Write Rhymes About IGNORANT Types ... !!!!!  
  
Young And Old ...  
And Those Within The Poetry Fold ... !!!  
  
For An Art Form USED To DEEPLY Express ...  
It Seems To Draw ... DISRESPECT Insects ... !!?!!  
Who Do THIS MORE And Express LESS ... !!!!!  
  
My Words UPSET Them And Their Friends ... !!!!!  
I Guess They'd Say ...  "I'm IGNORANT !" ...  
  
Well If I Am I'm HAPPY TO BE ...  
When It Comes To Their Clan ... !!!!!  
  
Their Bourgeois Sect of Collective Intellects ...  
They'll EARN My Respect When They Learn To GIVE RESPECT ...  
  
Respect Is EARNT But Mine Is DUE ... !!!!!  
Because I DON'T ACT Like An IGNORANT FOOL ... !!!!!  
Those Who KNOW ME Would Say ... "THAT'S TRUE !" ...  
But People These Days Let Their EGOS RULE ... !!!!!  
YES I've Got One Too But I STILL Pay Dues ... !!!!!  
  
And KEEP Using My Pen ...  
To PROVE I'm THE MAN Again and Again ... !!!!!  
  
My Ego's BIG But NOT So Big To Think That I'm ABOVE ...  
Speaking To People Who SHOW ME LOVE ... !!!!!!!  
  
And Giving My RESPECT To A GOOD POET ... !!!!!!  
  
IGNORANCE ... Is NOT My Way ... !!!  
I'll ALWAYS  Say HELLO ... !!!  
Once We've Exchanged A View Or Two ...  
Especially If I Think You're Cool ... !!!  
  
Why Give Out Your Number And Then Be RUDE ... ?!?  
I'm NOT Being Funny But You've Got ISSUES ... !!!!!  
And CLEARLY NEED To Return To SCHOOL ... !!!!!!  
  
DON'T Complain ...
If You Get ABUSED And DON'T BACKTRACK ...  
Coc's NOT YOUR DRUG ... Step Up To CRACK ... !!!!!!!!!!!  
  
I'm JOKING YES But Disrespect ...  
Is Something WE ... ALL NEED TO  Check.  
  
It's EVERYWHERE ... !!!!!!  
Why join THAT CLUB Why Be SO DUMB ..... ?!?!?  
  
Use YOUR BRAIN ...  
Before You CROSS The ... " WRONG SOMEONE " ... !!!!!  
Who May Just Choose To Leave You ... " NUMB " ... !!!!!  
  
Too MANY NOW Succumb To Pulling These Stunts ...  
And Are The Ones' ... Who End Up STUNNED ... !!!!!  
  
The PROBLEM Is ...  
Todays' THUGS DON'T PUNCH ... !!!!!!  
  
These Days They Seem ... ?  
To Like ... " KNIVES And GUNS " ... !!!  
  
It's A Bit EXTREME ... !!!!!  
But That's The Way These IGNORAMUSES Be ...  
In Todays' ..... " Societies " .....  
  
IGNORANCE Comes In MANY FORMS ... !!!  
So HEED These Words ... I DO IMPLORE ... !!!!!  
  
IGNORANCE Is A ... NASTY DISEASE ... !!!  
These Days We Have NEW IGNORANT Breeds ... !!!  
  
Who AREN'T Like Me ...  
A Man Who Vents My Anger Through Poetry ...  
  
THEY Are The Type Who'll Make You BLEED ... !!!!!  
Then Walk Away SINGING ... " Quite Happily " ... !!!!!!!!  
  
DON'T Listen To Me If You Want To See ...  
A Pathway To That Place ... " HADES " ... !!!  
  
That Makes Little Sense To Me ... ?!?  
  
You CAN'T ... "Pick and Choose" ...  
When You Want To Be Friends ...  
And SHOULDN'T DISRESPECT Acquaintances ... !!!!  
  
If They Get UPSET ....  
What'll Be Your DEFENCE ... ?!?  
  
For Displaying ... SUCH ...  
  
..... " IGNORANCE " .... !?!?!