May Day

Another ginger hair day,
climbing down the stairway.
The traffic bearing highway
takes centre stage this morning May.
At last the sun shines with rays,
and we celebrate that which remains
of British summertime that begins.

Virus

They say a virus is coming.
Check e-mails and update software.
The appocalypse cometh,

but no one will die.

Student Lifestyle

Beer sleep food beer sleep food beer.
Was acceptable
at the time.
Ironic that
I now have the time
and resources
to do it more efficiently now.

Hate

So it's now a crime
to hate you.
I don't hate you,
I just dislike you...

Very much.

Life

I fight
myself everday. A fight
to the death.

Death

One day
I'll give up, we all give up,
one day.

Morning

Blue morning sigh,
we all ask the same whys.
Blue yawning sky.

The Conference

Different venue.
Same people.
Same words.
Same ideas.

Pats on backs,
whist the knife waits.
Chicken on sticks and
those vegetarian things no one likes.

Questions and answers,
answers and questions.
Drawing prety little circles,
flow charts and post-it arts.

The conclusion?
We need more money.

Together

Taking sips
from my soul
leaves me whole

Leaving

Taking sips
from my soul
leaves a hole

Secret Promise

We are forever Trever.
Your whistling whispers,
sweet as strawberries drenched
in honey.
Golden, silent scent of a beautiful woman.
The touch of her emerald eyes,
in my mind every minute.
Oh crap,
I'm doing it again.

Depression

Summary: You think the wierdest things when despressed.
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Is life a series of steps, landmarks, checkpoints?

Thought I had it all worked out,
what I had to do
and what to do after that.
Graduate, get a job, get married, have kids.

Why am I inclined to follow this format,
it tears me apart?

I'm different, no I'm normal.
I can't, yes I can.
I'm lonely, I want to be popular.
I'm popular, I want to be lonely.

Why do I seek completeness,
it is impossible?

Every human being spends their life
trying to make the world perfect,
but it's so gloriously imperfect.
There is no ending, no right or wrong.

What can I do next to improve myself?

I'm happy and sad,
I'm cool and insecure.

Does she like me? Why? Oh, she doesn't really.

Got to create the right impression,
speak well, dress well, good hair.
Got to train more,
do more sit ups, press ups.

How many numbers do I have on my mobile?
How many texts do I get?
How many msn contacts do I have?

Need more money,
need to go out more,
need new friends,
need a girl.

Will I ever be able to let go?

I hope.

Here Comes The Fear Again

She let me down again
but I'm alright now.
Letting my fears go
and hopes grow.

Never know anything competely,
nothing is right or wrong.
Say what you want to say
and play when you want to play.

Fear holds us back,
we are scared of hope,
it often leads to disappointment
like an ointment.

Without sacrifice and without pain
we would have nothing.
Education is trial and error,
there's no standard-bearer.

The Soul's Right To Breathe

What is true liberty? True freedom? True Happiness?

Liberty is the soul's right to breathe,
every living thing deserves liberty,
but it is not easy to attain.

Could it be loosing the sense of what you are doing?
When you forget about yourself and just live without constraint?
Is this truly consistently possible?

I believe not,
life doesn't stay the same
and it isn't as we expect it to be.
It's beautiful.

There are periods of routine
and mundane, uneventful days.
Without these days, periods of liberty
and stimulation would be sedated.

Travelling fuels the growth of the soul.
Being in different situations,
having to communicate effectively
and being great company without the aid of technology.

I love the sea and the sky.
You can depend on them,
they are always there, consistent.
Humans can never comprehend their true size and power.

Routine strangles the soul,
so take your share of liberty
and try to do something
you never have as often as you can.

New Year

As we venture on through
this traditional invisible barrier.
Watershed for thoughts
and actions change, bend.
Mend these false ideas
I've been harbouring
for so long.

Well so long
to the old and used.
There's land to be covered
and people to discover.

Oh if the light walks out,
should I save some for you?
And if the wind blows
will you let it guide you?

Maybe I'll discover myself.