Thursday, November 1, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The Zero song
Zero is the final number
Zero is the largest number
Zero is the heat to me
Zero are the free.
Manners are the rainbow rung
Mores are the screaming done
Madness on a dreaming planet
Mangas befall the crass pedant.
Keep your cancour keep your menace
Dream wide open live be damn it.
Dust are echoes time is Rennit
On aching fields lay armoured tenants.
Down round here the purples bruise
Astounded parties stand to lose
Parchment first shows who to choose
The ruin slim with baggage loosed.
Why is closer to the truth
Elders left next to the youth
There is one thing you have not used
Die alive but not for you.
One answer only will you find
The prison dark you leave behind
Love uncaptured by the mind
Fear is trapped inside this time.
Die alive now by and by
Rise a little in your eye
For all encumbered by the ride
Leave little zeroes in the sky.
Zero is the largest number
Zero is the heat to me
Zero are the free.
Manners are the rainbow rung
Mores are the screaming done
Madness on a dreaming planet
Mangas befall the crass pedant.
Keep your cancour keep your menace
Dream wide open live be damn it.
Dust are echoes time is Rennit
On aching fields lay armoured tenants.
Down round here the purples bruise
Astounded parties stand to lose
Parchment first shows who to choose
The ruin slim with baggage loosed.
Why is closer to the truth
Elders left next to the youth
There is one thing you have not used
Die alive but not for you.
One answer only will you find
The prison dark you leave behind
Love uncaptured by the mind
Fear is trapped inside this time.
Die alive now by and by
Rise a little in your eye
For all encumbered by the ride
Leave little zeroes in the sky.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Seuss junior
I like to blog
I like to jog
I like to sit down on the bog
I like to snog
the beautiful frog
and listen to the first gear cog
I had a dog
it went like trog
and now I sit,
alone, a log
The day is fog
and yet I blog
I wonder of
the lack of prog.
I think it was
I think it twas
I think and think and think because.
The End
I like to jog
I like to sit down on the bog
I like to snog
the beautiful frog
and listen to the first gear cog
I had a dog
it went like trog
and now I sit,
alone, a log
The day is fog
and yet I blog
I wonder of
the lack of prog.
I think it was
I think it twas
I think and think and think because.
The End
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Interruptions
Some people have iphones, some people have children
both are small and sleek and held close to your cheek
one you put apps on, one you put naps on.
One will whisper in your ear, one will give you a future dear
one can give you brain cancer the other a generational adventure.
You don't feel complete when the other doesn't speak
one you can't turn off, the other you can't turn off.
.
both are small and sleek and held close to your cheek
one you put apps on, one you put naps on.
One will whisper in your ear, one will give you a future dear
one can give you brain cancer the other a generational adventure.
You don't feel complete when the other doesn't speak
one you can't turn off, the other you can't turn off.
.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Picking the non fiction.
Non-fiction I have read over the years.
The Seven Daughters of Eve by Bryan Sykes
Hurtling to Oblivion by Richard A Swenson
Sleep Thieves by Stanley Coren
The Shallows by Nicholas Carr
The Bible Unearthed: Archaeology's New Vision of Ancient Israel and the Origin of Its Sacred Texts by Neil Asher Silberman
The Seven Daughters of Eve by Bryan Sykes
Hurtling to Oblivion by Richard A Swenson
Sleep Thieves by Stanley Coren
The Shallows by Nicholas Carr
The Bible Unearthed: Archaeology's New Vision of Ancient Israel and the Origin of Its Sacred Texts by Neil Asher Silberman
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Ode to Mark Duggan
They shotten him in Tottenham
They begotten him in Tottenham
They forgotten him in Tottenham
Theres a lot of them in Tottenham.
I'm getting blotto then in Tottenham
and mocking them in Tottenham
who play cop and crim in Tottenham.
Where were Mark's friends in Tottenham
Real Men to show, Hark what is a man
My sons a spark, for a rotten land.
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