Month: November 2013

Just a regular guy (story)

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Martin was just a regular guy, thats it, he could of been me or you or anybody really, just a regular guy. Did some work, doesn’t matter what, went home, ate food, went out with friends, every now and then got lucky, just regular stuff and right now he was regularly walking home.

He always enjoyed looking at the street lights as he walked by, the light would blind him momentarily and he enjoyed watching his vision slowly reappear, as it did so he saw a man walking towards him from across the street, he had a pretty quick step in his foot, coming at him at a steady speed, martin felt his heart drop a little, as if his subconscious detected danger and sped up his heart in preparation.

The man stopped straight in front of him staring directly into his eyes,

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Have ever you seen a cat fly? (Poem)

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Have ever you seen a cat fly?
I have, ive seen it fly into the sky
With just a word of sing, i saw it grow wing and fly

Have ever you seen a cat fly?
I did, where there was none
Evolution skipped some
And it grew wings before my very eyes

All i had done was sing a tune slightly out of tune
And i saw the cat fly

Oh had i known my voice alone
Could speed up evolutions song
I would have sung to the top of my lungs
And evolved the whole world along

But my lungs only sufficed to scare away the birds
And cause a cat to fly

Just a thought…..i am but a fleeting moment

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Tell us the truth, is it the way we perceive it or is it something best left alone.
Could it be that only us don’t know what it is that is going on, left in the dark with no lights to turn on.

A simplicity lies in being so blind, the answer always is that we will never know, so I already know everything I need to know.

To less wonder about the things I already know to concentrate more at my current plunder, to live in the now and leave future to the present which fast becomes past.

A fleeting moment of atoms that pass momentarily but for us a lifetime it lasts, come and gone so quick and forgot, my place be taken by a thousand spots.

So I ponder less on those inconceivable and think more on the doable, consolable. Society breeds its generation next in every seed planted by men. From mothers womb till five or ten bombarded with rules and laws the dos and dont’s of society.

Though every era change with laws and less refrain, the whole system of social evolution stays the same, individuality becomes a mirage an illusion created by awareness of existence, I think therefore I am? Or I think I am? We think our decisions and interests and likes and dislikes all make us individual yet all those individualities are a random assimilation of the current societies views and thoughts, programmed into our brains from an age before we where even aware.

Humanity, the vain species, they think the main species, yet without one chaos can be born and all can be lost.

But not to be depressed think of happiness and enjoy what we have, some luckier than others most not lucky enough, but everyone finds a way, we live our lives so it’s best to enjoy it at least most of the way.

Setting sun (poem) (kind of)

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The stories most audaciously told, mould my very soul, in age I increase, the son looks upon the sun as the father once did standing now where the source now sits. Decaying beauty is rarely caught all for naught is the mirrors distraught.
As potions and spells fail the beauty sun, she realises her times has come as we, as gracefully bellow she disappears, with awe do we watch the setting of the sun, never again yet that sun ne’er seen bring the morrow, her resemblance, for another cycle of a dying breed

Untitled (poem)

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I whisper gently into an eternal dream
Come to me
Chasing shadows in a dark room
Illusive voices calling me
Come to me

I lay my plans on a floor of glass
Transparent yet it only reflects myself
Underneath my reflection calls to me
Come to me

My hope and fears all riddled to one
Chasing myself through an endless maze
Ghostly images tease me
Come to me

A prison of mind
The one hard to find
Human heart made from cells
Yet this one does not beat
And every hearts rythm says
Come to me

Through shady paths
And obstacle routes
Ahead two steps, back four
Ahead again then back some more
Snakes and ladders with only the snakes
Their fangs are out they say
Come to me

And all of this I leave behind
And walk away of free mind
The game you chase then chases you
But to play once more is to be a fool
As I walk in distant path
They scream to me in agony and pain
Please, please I say again
Come to me

Blind of ear pure of sight
Never succumb again to your plight
So call your endless song
I have my freedom and to people I say
Come to me
If free you want to be.

Whole in the wall (poem)

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A hole in the wall and not much else
Except that inside it the world goes round
The right combination of digits and card
It’ll let you in and give out your heart
With a common factor you’ll be a part
The breeze of economical winds
Adrift on electoral wins
You’ll have your say as long as you pay
The hole in the wall sings
A worldwide connection
No lies can be told
It shows no affection
It knows what you hold
If your account reaches zero
The whole in the wall grows cold
But wait an idea to navigate
Around a zero that gravitates
We’ll just make it negatate
here if you’ll sign us, we’ll put you in the minus
The whole in the wall tries us
A hole in the wall but that’s not all
Is not what it seems
The promise of happiness and of soul
Was only just a dream
Instead of Taking nothing and giving all
It takes you by the seams
The hole in the wall it dreams
In debt we swim
As the currency current spins
For a roof over head we give our lives
Forever paying what they add on
The hole in the wall strives

They’ve got us now we do what were told
With our own greed they’ve got their hold
Using the good old hole in the wall

It’s true to say that we must live someway
It’s untrue to say that there is only one way
If we turn take into give
Realise we all must live
See through the eyes of the poor
See what it means to have more
Then even though still money be made
Everything will be fair trade
The word will lose it’s meaning
As there’s now nothing less demeaning
Then we’ll finally lose our hold
On the lonely hole in the wall