"indies" poems
THE TORTURING VOICES
you see my dad was watching the cricket with us
and i watched it with him, and it was very fun, you see
we saw australia being beaten by the west indies, because
they were so cool, you see, we were the cricket boys
and no robber wanted to rob us, because we were into australia’s favourite sport, cricket
you see i heard a non realistic image of my father saying
brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a man’s kid
and i was trying to relax and calmly watch the match
and my family were unrealistically teasing me, mind you they were having fun
and the words they said were different to me as it was for them
brian’s not a mans kid, don’t get kidnapped brian be like us
brian’s not a man’s kid, and watched the cricket, ya know trevor chappell doing an underarm ball
mum called cricket, anything and everything which has everything you hate
well, i don’t believe that, i was feeling like trying to be a mans kid
brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid
and i was getting these awful visions, i wanted these voices to stop
you see people in canberra were doing it too, but they looked like fierce kidnappers
and i said you can’t get me, i am a sports watcher
so i went home and obsessingly watching the cricket and AFL and rugby league, rugby union
you name the sport i watched it, and i fell asleep in front of the sport
you see i have this vision that mens kids watch the sport, mens kids watch the sport
brian’s not a mans kid, **** off ya hooligan away from us
you see, i wanted at that stage a hooligan to my dad and i had someone grab me outside a club
and i kicked him saying, get off me ya kidnapper, you won’t get ya hands on me mate
and dad was watching the cricket and enjoyed it, but i got frustrated with all that teasing
i didn’t want to be kidnap victim and i hate being my families or friends little teasie
i battle voices saying how is our little tease doing hey
but i hated when people wanted to bully me, saying your family are like us, your not
i said i like sport and they said, no you don’t, your family does, and your not like your family mate, your like us now man
i told my voices to **** off, and they said, your not like your family, your like us
and this made me into a little 2 year old boy, i hated that voice
i remember i loved watching agro, which was a funny puppet on channel 7, and the mens kids said
don’t watch agro, watch cheezeTV, which was the cartoon show on the other channel
and my voices going crazy saying, you are a crazy person, who is too old for baby agro
and you are not like your family, your still like us, buddy
i screamed out, LEAVE ME ALONE, i am a sports watching mans kid
and dads image said brian’s not a mans kid, brian’s not a mans kid
but it could’ve been greame thrones kidnapper or patrick dunbars kidnapper
i said voices, ‘stop', i wanted to be like my family, they said you are not like your family, your still like us
and i said, they look cool, and you guys look stupid, please leave me alone
there is also a man who wanted me and my brother tied to a pole, but we felt we weren’t immortal, but cool
i went into pubs to dance and watch the sport and i felt like a cool man
brian’s not a mans kid brian’s not a mans kid, stay in there koomarri man, get ****** mate went the little homebody kid
as i was watching the canberra bushrangers baseball team played, yeah totally awesome dude
brian’s not a mans kid, I WISH IT’LL ALL STOP
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
On the platform rolled the morning train,
I arched into position like a predator on the prowl,
I jumped into the rake and sustained a sprain,
and like a wounded dog began to howl.
I bought myself to stand and staggered towards an empty seat,
as hundreds rushed through the compartment door,
I dint get a seat, but space enough for my feet,
and that's when my phone clattered onto the floor.
I dived into the mammoth crowd,
and began to ***** unsuspecting toes,
Several people yelped out loud,
and i sustained a few hard blows.
Wounded and abashed i almost gave up the search,
when the phone came into my hand,
with relief i grabbed it amidst a jolt and lurch,
but soon realized I couldn't bring myself to stand.
I sat crouched on my fours,
and soon developed knee sores,
The crowd was so large, I couldn't squeeze through them all,
and to my horror, other phones began to fall.
Soon, we were quite a gathering, all perched on our knees,
merrily discussing the Lokpal bill and the Cricket match in West Indies,
We were soon forced to balance on a single toe,
as the crowd began to grow even more.
After an uncomfortable half an hour,I brought myself to stand,
with delicate ease on the platform I managed to land.
Fighting against the oncoming crowd i pushed through with a shove and ****
dusting myself here and there I made my way to work.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
Duke said,
“People pray in many different languages
and God hears them all.”
I’m equally a Jew and Muslim,
both living in perfect peace within me.
I’m a little bit Baptist and a little bit Episcopal.
I yearn to swim in the living waters,
and hunger for the cup and bread.
I’m more of a Quaker then a Buddhist.
Only because I’m American and I can’t speak good Chinese yet.
But Buddha’s Lamp is my constant companion,
illumining my every step in this dark world.
I’m also equally composed of east and west Indies
and sometimes even druid.
The Great Spirit and Tantric arts
remain mysteries to me.
I only know them by feeling.
And yes our Afro Heritage.
The drums, the whistle, the dance,
synchronizes our heart beat
to The Beneficent One’s finger taps.
Yes we celebrate The Holy Spirit
with cymbal, voice and drum.
I am a full dues paying member
to the 2nd Hoboken Chapter
of the Unitarian Universal Catholic Church Respectively.
We meet down the block from Sinatra’s Synagogue.
We are all apostles and responsible
for our small spaces that we rent here on earth.
I know I’m 100% Zoroastrian.
I am mesmerized by the fire.
My heart aches for the light.
I tend tiny candles
and listen for the lonely fire
of Coltrane’s sax.
I’m a nun and
a Thelonious Monk.
We run an inn for weary and lost travelers.
We build hospitals to cure the infirm;
and schools to teach the golden rule of love.
We try to do things differently.
Dizzy practiced the Behai faith.
“OOM BOP SHE BAM” I pray.
Music Selection:
Dizzy Gillespie,
Swing Low Sweet Cadillac
jbm
Oakland
12/26/98
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
in the annals of cricket
those of greatness get a mention
for what they've achieved on the wicket
these men stand head and shoulder
above the rest
their contribution
to the game
has
been written as the best
three men have inspired
younger players
in their homelands
they've accomplished
much on wickets
throughout the many cricket playing
lands
Steven Waugh(Australian Captain)
the master strategist
who had a captain's mind
replete with brilliant tactics
when he took to the pitch
the opposition teams
would quiver in their
collective boots
field placement
over deliveries
the weather conditions
all of these factors
actuated in his mind
so he could
bring an innings
of a notable kind
Sachin Tendulkar (Indian Batsman)
the king of the blade
who none can equal
in test matches
his cuts and cover drives
were worthy of an epic prequel
his style with the bat
twas magic to see
he had a prowess
of majesty
Vivian Richard (West Indies All Rounder)
he was never phased
he held his nerve
with the bat or the ball
a tradesman
who fielded what ever came at him
and in his relaxed style
chewed on a piece of gum
and demolish
the bails
with a Caribbean hum
cricket's hall of fame
that 22 yard pitch
where three greatest of the game
performances
did of fans
ever bewitch
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
I have a friend who is a local merchant, and he is more than that, he is a friend. Recently the STATE of Georgia executed and discharged one of their MANY projects, and it happened to be here in this town, and it CUT the arterial bleeding, as Ross Perot so elequently stated during his 2 Presidential Bids in 1992, and 1996. TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT MY FRIEND HAS GONE TRAGICALY IN THE RED! However much of an oxymoron that sounds like , it aint funny. My friend has earned the trust of this town. And What's more it has been going on here for a lo0gn while. The Local Ace Hardware going belly up because of WAL MART! the POST OFFICE going belly up because of this STATE PROJECT which will take 5 years if it wil tkae a day to complete, and thats the beginning.
If this is not a Ghost Town by 2050 or owned by the State / Federal Authorities, IT WILL BE A MIRACLE!
its the STATE / FEDERAL AUTHORITIES against the Third Party Indies.. and the ongoing struggle..
the state .. feds get a qurter each from every AMerican...
THATS upward of 75 million dollars!!!!!!!!
WAKE UP AMERICA AND SMELL THE FECES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 7:58 AM UTC
De las Casas records in stark numbers the genocide that took place under Columbus and the Spaniards, writing that when he first came to Hispaniola in 1508, "there were 60,000 people living on this island, including the Indians; so that from 1494 to 1508, over three million people had perished from war, slavery, and the mines. Who in future generations will believe this? I myself writing it as a knowledgeable eyewitness can hardly believe it...."[80]
Columbus and his brothers lingered in jail for six weeks before busy King Ferdinand ordered their release. Not long after, the king and queen summoned the Columbus brothers to the Alhambra palace in Granada. There the royal couple heard the brothers' pleas; restored their freedom and wealth; and, after much persuasion, agreed to fund Columbus's fourth voyage. But the door was firmly shut on Columbus's role as governor. Henceforth Nicolás de Ovando y Cáceres was to be the new governor of the West Indies
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Rendezvous with you.
All through the Carribeans.
From Trinidad to the West Indies we are going to be.
Leaving behind all worries that seems to be.
We're not taking phones because we're getting away.
If we needed to be in touched with anyone.
We will do the calls.
Because associates and friends get bored.
And will continue to call.
We will see the sun rise come up.
And the sunset go down.
And see some of God beautiful mountain and scenery around.
But, more than that.
So much more.
I'll be on a rendezvous with you.
We're not traveling strangers like on a cruise ship.
Who share a thrill?
And soon tries to forget.
We are two great lovers on a exploring trip.
Connecting to one another through a love relationship journey.
Let's walk.
Let's sail together.
While we love one another.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
England is the land of the famous game, cricket
But she has never won the world cup
There seems to be slip between the lip and the cup
South Africa is a wonderful cricket team
In the world cup she has never realized her dream
West Indies has won it twice
Australia has proudly lifted it thrice
But she is out of the present race
India could with stand her fiery pace
India, Pakistan and Srilanka have won it each
NowThey are almost within the sight of its reach
Cricket seems no longer English man’s peach
The Asian colonial countries seem to have mastered
the western hegemony of English and cricket
They seem to dominate this crazy language sport
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 8:50 AM UTC
I settle for pain instead of happiness,
and sink myself in the abyss of darkness.
I settle for the lack of conversations,
and rather not voice what I want to say.
I settle for the winter than the summer,
where I cave myself in my own comfort zone in blues.
I settle for indies than dynamic music,
for songs describe me for who I am.
I settle for the silence and surrender,
and hope to be buried 6ft under ground.
I settle for death,
for being alive is too painful and I'm barely breathing.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
I’ve exhausted to excess
the language
of the social construction
of whiteness
which is simulataneously
sugarcoating
the goodness of blackness
with the evil of pure white
the missionary of evil
*** death triangle reruns
on West Indies news
origin of criminality
putrid impunity
dissociative disorder
and the villain
to a great great hero
called the blackness
of humanity
which is inexhaustible
strength
laughter
and kindness
oceans
mercy
severity
beauty
love
***
origins
stability
shores
and sustainability
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
I'm Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee
Spanish, Dutch & East Indies
Maybe African American
I Am An American
Dosen't matter if you are
Red, White or BLUE
FOR ALL THOSE MEN & WOMEN
WHO WENT TO FIGHT & DIE FOR YOU
They were all Americans
Living & diying for the right
To be an American
I'm Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee
Spanish, Dutch & East Indies
Maybe African American
I'm An American
We are centuries old
In this melting ***
God gave us life
And we should not have forgot
We live in a nation that
Honors those before
As Americans we deplore
Hatred, Bigotry &
So much more
I Am Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee
Spanish, Dutch & East Indie
Maybe African American
I Am An American
Under a nation I was BORN, I am
No choice did I have
But here I am
The fruit of my FATHERS
I am an American
Born, Raised, Educated
A product of my society
I Am An American
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love.
Of this I am sure for I know from experience
So many underrated but are devoted to a job
Trained in a most professional way to care.
Nurses have empathy with all of their patients
Understanding their every desire and need.
Rarely would they get it wrong or misdiagnose
Stressful be their drug broadcasting daily
Even in their dreams their caution carries thru
So have faith in your nurse n love her always
And that love will be returned to you tenfold
Realistically she is always reacting in the now
Extending the realms of possibilities beyond
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love
And that is a fact that I have experience of.
Simply mastering the loving care of every soul
Thereby giving the patient every chance of life
Ethereal care by sharing their skills as a nurse
Reacting in a way that’s foreign to the majority
Soul searching to cope with all of mankind.
Of every colour , creed , religion or belief.
Fake Goddesses come n go, the nurse is true.
Universal cosmic powers are in the nurses kit
Natural paths of holistic healing with all skills
Characteristic of every nurse that I’ve known.
Oh I have absolutely no doubt about this fact
No doubts at all , as I will continue to relate.
Duty dictates that I sing their constant praises.
I love all the nursing community a given.
They have been in my life since childhood.
Irish nursing staff worked alongside my mother
On many occasions nurses from West Indies
Nursing schools through the 1960’s provided
A beautiful partner for me as a dancing pal.
Liquor is often the tonic for nurses to enjoy
Loving a nurse as one of the greatest loves
On a scale of one to ten .... I give it a ten.
Victory if you ever get to marry a nurse.
Everlasting will be the happiness you will gain
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
December 20th 2018.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
Blow out the last smoke
Your heel on the cigarette,
Crush it; take a swig
Squeezing lemons on pearly white teeth
One more for brokenness, another for the road;
Lights. Lights. Lights.
–how is a place so blindingly bright
remain so dark, so void, out of life?
We traded this life from another
And traded those from another, too.
Gypsies. Indies. Crazies. Hipsters.
All of them, labels.
We (You) are far better.
There’s something ugly in whispers.
Oh but not those from you.
Not from you.
The line between escape and reality
Is just a line, really.
Come over. Here?
Come closer. There?
Yes, please.
We are nothing but fitting hands, loose shirts,
summer evening sweats, blisters
chain smokes, vivid lights,
My eyes never leaving the sight of your smile.
Come closer. More. Nearer.
Be in my blood. Cover my skin.
Run through the inhale and exhale of my lungs.
This never ending thing going?
******* it’s enough.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
As the warmth of the sunlight lightly kissed my cheeks,
I began to sob.
Of the realization of today's events intoxicated my mind.
I pressed two fingers against the corner of a cross -
Inscribed into the wall by a fellow Conrad.
Who had also disobeyed, who had broken the rules.
Maybe they had committed mutiny
Or cowardice, or desertion.
Perhaps they were scared,
Perhaps they'd had enough,
Perhaps they just missed home.
We can only ever guess now,
Because dawn came and the pole stood tall.
Killed by their own. Friendly fire.
Who were also suffering and traumatized.
But for the act they were about to commit
Would not take it to the extremes that I had.
Or any of the people that had abused these 4walls before me.
Which one of them would do it?
What final blow would cause the end to my life?
Because for all of us it was never really if we died.
Instead the question was when.
My name is Herbert Morris
I am 17 years old.
I fought in the British West Indies Regiment, until
The date is 20th September 1917.
And today is the day.
For I had escaped
But they found me.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Late in the year and in the night,
A ghostly giant came into sight,
It slowly trailed and bulged the ancient causeway,
Intent on hiding out of harms way.
A magnificent beast from the age of sale,
Came into port to shelter from the winter storms and gales,
It groans and creaks from 50 sheets and rattles,
Like a wounded whale with its brass decor and iron chattels.
The body built of wood and steel,
With copper wrapped around it's keel,
To guard its cargo of rarest spice, silks and precious metals,
It puffed and steamed along like a giant boiled kettle.
It has travelled far with many scars,
Battled continents and violent seas with ease,
From the cape around the horn,
And onto the west indies.
It seeks and finally finds its place to rest and moor,
But alas the storm that winter did not pause,
It reached and breached the gates and harbour walls,
The fox was in through failing doors.
It attacked the beauty in its finest fettles,
Her belly broke from bow to stern,
It sharply shifts and lists while the candles burn,
Then sinks down to the bottom where it groans and settles.
It's fate and history long forgotten,
But for local shanty hymns,
The bulk is left but timbers rotten,
With cut back beams and withered limbs.
From endless tides it now resides,
Out of site and local memory,
Through rusted tears it counts the years,
Underneath a sea of nettles.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
1117
A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside—
Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!
1.1k
Get up and dance
Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France
Into the Indies then Polynesian isles.
Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.
Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout
And the mission to gain commission
How the mantras from mamas mouth
Shoot from the sky.
So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce
Lights on the red carpet
And the set of lies
Are we doing this?
We don't mention How Buddha ******
Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic
And orginally
tell the Chinese nike labourers
who do this.
Though they suit me,
I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders
Of the b.a.r.
We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.
Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come
Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t)
We have entertained our self enough
We've won son.
But find me lagging on a wooden broom
Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche
Just when you thought
Sike you didn't not cite me.
Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern
And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn
The orbit
In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit
I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?
We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****
Siss
Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic
Still ******* kicking and
My legs are there to test this
Theory
and jeering with slack
I'm looking back.
I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks
Those that act that they have nothing to loose
By continually hitting the snooze
Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves
These four leaf clues
Clovers, slipping out of my palms
Mark you like wolverines claws
Like jar heads
Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws
Subservient marine.
Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.
Ya seen?
Good?
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Avast yer hearty where's the party
where be the festive cheer
no Yule tide log nor mug of grog
to toast this time of year
Shiver me mate an empty plate
where is the fine roast bird
with golden veg around the edge
and gravy thickly stirred
Where be the cake for Davies sake
packed full of fruit and nuts
and marzipan with icing grand
to stuff this pirates guts
No double cream is this a dream
and figgy pudding... None
no sausage rolls or sweet filled bowls
where as your spirit gone
It's times like this I really miss
the indies and the tropics
let's go the pub I'm sure they've grub
and *** from clear optics
We'll make this night happy and bright
we'll share our love with friends
and toast for peace and wars to cease
and suffering to end
Let's do our parts open our hearts
let's share with folks our smile
and day by day in our own way
be happy for awhile
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 8:16 AM UTC
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love.
Of this I am sure for I know from experience
So many underrated but are devoted to a job
Trained in a most professional way to care.
Nurses have empathy with all of their patients
Understanding their every desire and need.
Rarely would they get it wrong or misdiagnose
Stressful be their drug broadcasting daily
Even in their dreams their caution carries thru
So have faith in your nurse n love her always
And that love will be returned to you tenfold
Realistically she is always reacting in the now
Extending the realms of possibilities beyond
Most nurses are masters of unconditional love
And that is a fact that I have experience of.
Simply mastering the loving care of every soul
Thereby giving the patient every chance of life
Ethereal care by sharing their skills as a nurse
Reacting in a way that’s foreign to the majority
Soul searching to cope with all of mankind.
Of every colour , creed , religion or belief.
Fake Goddesses come n go, the nurse is true.
Universal cosmic powers are in the nurses kit
Natural paths of holistic healing with all skills
Characteristic of every nurse that I’ve known.
Oh I have absolutely no doubt about this fact
No doubts at all , as I will continue to relate.
Duty dictates that I sing their constant praises.
I love all the nursing community a given.
They have been in my life since childhood.
Irish nursing staff worked alongside my mother
On many occasions nurses from West Indies
Nursing schools through the 1960’s provided
A beautiful partner for me as a dancing pal.
Liquor is often the tonic for nurses to enjoy
Loving a nurse as one of the greatest loves
On a scale of one to ten .... I give it a ten.
Victory if you ever get to marry a nurse.
Everlasting will be the happiness you will gain
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
December 20th 2018.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
No more a democracy
No more a republic
No more a secular country
What we are seeing instead
Is a fascist, Brahmanical dictatorship
Where Dalits, Bahujans and Muslims
Are treated as second-rate citizens
Where Brahmins rule the roost
And caste is the order of the day
Where the police run riot
At the slightest sign of a protest
Where equality is dead
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
The Constitution is being wrecked
By the same people
Who swear to protect it
Day in and day out
This is not the country I knew
This is not the country I loved
Since I was a child
This is Pakistan, not India
After all, we are brothers
United by caste and communalism
Divided only by religion
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
I so wanna escape it all
Thus I turn to cricket
Watching India play West Indies
In my beloved Chennai
But, then again,
As I turn up the volume
I hear chants of 'India! India!'
This is the last straw
That broke the wretched camel's back
Unable to bear it any longer
I yell 'West Indies! West Indies! '
My prayers are answered
As West Indies win the match
That too as if it were child's play
Rest in peace, India
For you are no more
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
Stories you told, they stuck with me
In my field trips through your memories
I loved to learn the places you'd been.
Places unlike anything I've seen,
Brought to life through storytelling
From France to the Indies; the top of Mount Washington.
Now today, times change and pass you by
Like cars on the street at night
Yet you never seem to mind.
Your stories that never grow old,
In the aged leather bindings of your soul
Will rest peacefully between you and me.
Time it seems, it learns to dream
When the world keeps on turning
As the pages in your book are running out of ink.
Time it seems, has been kind to me
As I've keep my youth steadily
In kind with the rhyme and the reason
Of your bones.
Time it seems, will catch up to me
Some point before eternity,
In kind, with the rhyme and the reason,
Of your bones.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
All these hot tea I drink
Couldn't cure your cold heart
All these indies I hear
Couldn't fix my broken pieces
The nap I take
And I'm still tired
How sick I am
You're still my weakness
Thoughts still questioning
Why can't we just were meant to be?
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
So i now realise that its 4:03 in the morning, and im not suffering in the slightest.
So many thoughts are racing through my head.
Maybe i shouldnt of drank that much.
Maybe i shouldnt of smoked that ****
Im 15 for christs sakes.
If i was seeing other girls doing this idiotic **** i'd be looking down of them so far, i'd be peering into their souls, and their excuses for doing the inhuman things they do.
I dont have an excuse.
I do things for the hell of it.
Simply because it blocks out all the jocks, indies, nerds, and everyone inbetween.
**** it, i'll run away.
Please run away with me.
**** i must be delusional.
It is 4:10 after all.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
as they all say before the taxes
and children and mortgage...
ah hmm... life in colours,
postcards on the ready
of who's jealous of who...
go!
i too discovered sardines
in tins like i were christopher columbus
discovering america:
sardines with pineapples or coconuts in tins,
given i was christopher columbus
and only reached the carribean islands
and merely shouted across the two shores:
ahoy new land twice western indies,
we bring your the sport of cricket and
solidarity of something resembling
post-tribal society you're clearly
not comfortable with given your efficient
tribalism, and our doomed post-tribal society
of free music downloads and a monetary system
not based on the magpie's appreciation of
either gold or silver!
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
I've seen many girls who look so fine.
Still I'm searching even night and day.
I can't find a girl who look so lovely.
You're one of a kind.
A lady like you shouldn't be seen on the street.
You set the standard for all prestige.
Your beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach.
Your beauty is divine.
Fortunately I'm not diabetic because you're so sweet.
I would like to express my feelings.
Express myself so the secret reveal.
Full dedication I'm taking for real.
You and I was meant to be like a pedal and a wheel.
You're the treasure everyman wanna steal.
Excellent qualities with cross over appeal.
Can I take you on several dates.
Take you on a trip through West Indies.
Maybe we can spend some time overseas.
A happy marriage is all that I foresee.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC