Category Archives: Vipassana

Life and death

Such close neighbours
You don’t even know,
Here right now
Then someone’s gone
This town and the next,
Gone one-way mate,
Could be a kinda fate
Never know at this rate!

They are both polite
Both need me like
Whiskey needs me
To smile it’s spirited effect,
At your girl that smiles back fast,
She sees a Midlands man,
Who drank stout outta can,
One that walks into a night
Ready for potential fight
Whether it is wrong or right.

I never came to make it right,
My way is just my way
I do hope to stay another day
This mans now thirty-three
Mum didn’t make this young age
So how can I be free
Knowing the keys to my cage
Could be in that Momma’s hands
And no woman has such big hands
To hold a passage for my release.

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Dream fears

Started to see them
And they’re not pretty,
Trauma but no unit
To fix this scarey shit

Why did I turn on
This dream mode again?!
Nightmarish dreams
But don’t want to label
them that nasty N-word

Different monsters
Appear every night
But now I remember
In the morning light

It WAS only a dream
But why was it mine?!
Now I know why
I switched them off
Fuck off bad dreams
I just want to sleep

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Forever young

I fuckin wish!
Aches from injuries
Of youth and stupidity
Visit more often
Becoming close pals
We laughing
About the past
Youth didn’t last
As long I thought
We all need more
I aint sitting
Around crying
The aches move
And travel around
In me, a reminder
From the self that
The body is mortal
Like everybody else

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Hokey cokey storytellers

Time for a hokey cokey
sounds of words go in
then go out another ear
In, Out, In, Out,
these people are all about

They sniff a london powder
and chat some shit,
good thing that I’m aware!
Pupils now so big
tube trains could fit in
In, Out, In, Out,
Not even touch the sides

Roll another notey
to stop their down
and that’s what,
their life’s about.

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Likes and superlikes

I want to steal your car
you drive like a pussy
It looks so pretty and rapid
I’ll give it a like.

You found a quote
That you think is profound,
Did you give it many seconds
Of your precious time?

Your baby looks odd,
Is that what it’s meant
To look like? Sorry to vent,
Still I’ll give it a like.

All her photos look edited,
Can see through the filter,
An app rebuilt her face
Still superlike just in case.

Fuck the likes and superlikes
Unless you see something make
Me smile in person
You’ll never know what
I really do like.

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Bullshit

You won’t learn anything
Major in the Education system,

Child welfare doesn’t care
About the child’s welfare,

Social Security cannot
Afford to support those in need,

Elderly in care homes
Do not get proper care,

Parliament cannot speak
To the man on the street,

The developed world
Now looks undeveloped,

The pharma companies simply
Want to peddle their drugs,

The farmers cannot grow
Healthy foods they want to,

The cows are force-fed corn
Not allowed to eat grass,

Even their milk is not theirs
If it is in your fridge,

Why make dictionaries
When words don’t mean
What they should.

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Beautiful melancholy

Never learnt how to swim
One day I could drown
Just like Percy Shelley
And Li Bai

I used to smoke a lot
One day I could get cancer
Maybe die like Larkin
And Bowie

I’m crap at crossing roads,
Just don’t wana wait for red,
Green means go to me too,
Run over by a nice BMW?

It’s all good
Because I’ve lived from the start.
Done more than some
old people already

Forgotten more
Than some people ever knew.
Lived will like a tiger from Sumatra
And did it my way like Sinatra

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