boredomania

I work with a middle aged man who takes so much pleasure in exercises of the mundane. It seems the more boring a task is, the more precise and proud he is to tell you exactly how to do it. People like this should really annoy me, but I feel the world needs people like this because there are plenty of boring jobs out there!

Insomnia

The best thing about insomnia is all the spare time

headfuck

if i have 8 mega bites of this apple, am i speaking in computer terms?

The untied shoe

Listen kids cos this story is true
how many of you have a set of two
shoes and wonder if they've ever been blue
not the colour but the emotion too?
Well this is a story about one who
lived far away, upon the moon
alone from his double, he wasn't two
loneliness and isolation was all he knew

Not the life he would choose
I mean, would you?
Deep in outer space untied lace
lying across a tormented face.

So one night with the stars up above
with meteors crashing into space junk
the shoe took his life, not with a knife
but strangling himself with the laces tight
escaping his soul into the infinite night.
So when you're down or in strife
think of the shoe burning bright
in every star at great height
and thank your stars you're not on the moon
missing your other shoe which makes you two.

restless farewell

Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend,
Be it mine right or wrongfully,
I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully.
But the bottles are done,
We've killed each one
And the table's full and overflowed.
And the corner sign
Says it's closing time,
So I'll bid farewell and be down the road.

Oh ev'ry girl that ever I've touched,
I did not do it harmfully.
And ev'ry girl that ever I've hurt,
I did not do it knowin'ly.
But to remain as friends and make amends
You need the time and stay behind.
And since my feet are now fast
And point away from the past,
I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced,
The cause was there before we came.
And ev'ry cause that ever I fought,
I fought it full without regret or shame.
But the dark does die
As the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyes
Must meet the dawn.
And if I see the day
I'd only have to stay,
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone.

Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes,
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
But the time ain't tall,
Yet on time you depend and no word is possessed
By no special friend.
And though the line is cut,
It ain't quite the end,
I'll just bid farewell till we meet again.

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,
And the dust of rumors covers me.
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick,
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
So I'll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn.

versus

Rbroadby at hotmail dot com, is that my identity now?
Have I stooped to the level of some random email
Where a bright eyed kid became a one eyed fib
forever preying on the ideology, but scared to commit?

I sit inside and harbor a gut feeling that will soon send me reeling
send my thoughts outwards and beyond the ceiling
to a place I see, but will never be reasonable believing.
In a futile state I stand, mixed with a sense of grieving
and I ponder; is life worth the effort of thinking
How much do I actually see between the blinking?
and how much do I dream without fully sinking
into a subconscious world where I cant be existing?

And I'm so unattractive both to the world and myself
I could so easily just label myself, and be put on a shelf
for the closest bidder to buy without a chance for goodbye
to the life I knew – versus the hand I was dealt.

But I will go on with a sense of irony believing that there's people worse than me
people that are born into poverty, and are never given the opportunity.
while I squander mine meekly and think apathetically, all the while wondering
why the world won't offer solidarity?

ebb and flow

The water runs, ebbs and flows
down through rivers and streams below
the sparkling light, reflective surface
captures life in the fruitless searches
of water wanting to join the ocean
much like me and my emotions
I will flow on through many a day
hoping for direction and not lead astray.
And my intentions, crystal clear
will remain pure as babies tears.
When i have come upon the setting sun
I will join it there and be as one.