Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Saturday, 3 July 2010

Camden Morning.

was walking down camden town early saturday morning
observing the remains of what was a frantic friday night.
a shuffling drunk, fallen fried chicken and crushed cans,
an eerie stillness surrounds, looks cold, but don't feel so.
Leaving the flat of a girl i was once crazy for a year ago
Looking back i actually snuck out- we where drunk.
Not quite the way i wanted it to go down, but i guess it never is. 
London stories never end like they where written in hollywood,
London don't end the way you expect- that's why london's good.
She kissed me and i kissed her, 
i don't know what more i could have asked for.
a smile springs on my face wondering why i snuck out that door
and if she's awoken yet, or maybe she doesn't know i've left
maybe she's happy, maybe I've become another woman's regret
being a londoner it's probably the last thing i expect.

Friday, 6 November 2009

to my second best friend

drowning my sorrows at a party, her hair
becomes a lamp post, shinning a light
on a night that was so close to being lost
the kid drunkenly walks towards.
"This guy is not a threat"
the club was big but not in V.I.P.
after-work actors do extra acting off-stage it seems
jumping off sofas, rolling on the ground
really, like you're that drunk.
"Actually he's right I'm very unthreatening"



and turned it into a cross between
the best and the worst moments of my life.
for weeks on end you where a friend
then for about a year i was pretty sure
I'd never see you again.
but there was a return.
and life was never the same
we tried for a relationship that wasn't
a relationship. It was rather ridiculous,
you can't tell someone you love them
fuck them then turn around and introduce them
as "just a friend". it was bound to end
and end badly and end badly it did.
with many tears but only from one side
it seemed the love you gave was a lie
for i never saw you care to try
looking back, maybe i tried hard
enough for the both of us.
i put the winter months behind me
and tried with you too
but being without a thunderbolt
was something Lightfoot just couldn't do
it seemed like, to you
I've never been needed
but, i've learnt a few things since i was nineteen
and one is that not all things are as they seem
i think... i think i help. And...
yeah. Keep yourself good. be good. Nah. Keep good.
how do i put this? how do i tell you-you
you're what i think of when i think something right.
you're the light at the end of the tunnel
the smile someone would come home for
the eyes that make a hard life worthwhile
It's never been about the money
It's been about doing what you love
and sharing success with the people you love
and how can i bless if you're not flying with me?
like, flying above?
Like, looking like a dove?
looking good.
Looking like we should
in short,
the more you there is the happier I'll be.
read them. reach out. you'll never be denied
dude.
I couldn't if i tried.

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Crossing lines.

somedays i don't know when the story ends and the life begins
ever since schooldays where i did joke sketches of my friends
writing my world and all in it has always been something i did
little did i know that alienation would be the price i'd have to pay

i-- even on this. An explanation...
to creative people. answer me, at what point do real people come first?
and when do your characters become realer than your friends?
maybe this poet is beginning to break down, after three months of flying
i've just crashed back on the same fucking island i flew away from

to the subject at hand.
(please stop making everything rhyme, if you can)
wait- uh- damn.

when can everything stop being material and start being real?
i don't ask for much, i just want to stop thinking and start to FEEL.
put that in caps. for effect.

heh

damn i need a drink. STIFF drink!

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

box clever.

Jab (hiss) jab (hiss)
right cross jab hook
(ish! ish! ish!)
slip to the left, slip to the right
one, two three four knock him out of sight!
Tie your boots, wrap your wrists
insert your gum-shield, glove your fists
the pressure from your opponent
you will not yield!
skip skip skip- across the ground it goes:
whip, whip, whip
punch punch punch on the bags it goes:
boom boom boom
real life fire comes from within
boxing with your mate now
keep it in the gym!

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Thunderbolt and Lightfoot.




The world hurts and
and it hurts
to see a hero fall
especially when this one
taught you how to stand tall

I understand that
If I ever came to you
in need of someone to talk to
you'd open your door
and let my heart pour
But can I depend on you
to make me the first person
you look to?
when in need of someone
to pull you through?


You promise not to ditch me
when another man stumbles in,
you wont drop me when you find him?
It was hard enough when I first left
to do it again there probably wont be
much of me left.
Just, you know that I know we know
more than most
We got it. I don't know how rare it is
but dude I don't want to lose this.
Not again.
So are we going to keep strong?
No matter what happens in our lives
Will we be the ones to talk to
about inspiration?
when in need of motivation?
and talk about any complication?
no matter our-how do i say- situation?
I hope so.
Man I hope so.



Saturday, 9 May 2009

World circle.



It's only natural
after all
even the world
goes in a circle
We
Turn our mistakes
Into traits
Let our
Past become
Our fates

Turn
so many times
to what I thought
was the right way
I've found myself
back where I started
on the first day

Perhaps of turning
towards what I
thought was right
Maybe I should have
turned to what was
Left
Play the cards
I was dealt.

Maybe I should
have asked for 

Help
But instead I'm gonna
Turn

Turn my back
Walkthrough my tears
Pretend I'm on the right
Track
Even though
The ones I love
Are calling me
Back
I'm gonna
Pretend they
Don't mean
Jack