Search blog.co.uk

Posts archive for: October, 2008
  • How inspiration flows, it comes and goes.

    How refreshing it is to be back in France. Sitting in some lonely student cafe; whilst it pours down outside. Briefly forgot all my french; so I vow to speak it to Cecile now every day that I am here. I told her about the job that I was offered, which means that I have to return to London once again; reassuring her that we'll have a cat named Jackie when she comes. Blimey I feel down today, I hide myself amongst the shadows in the corner of the coffee shop and think about her and what I-m going to say when the waitress comes my way.

    Keep finding myself making long term promises with this girl, I dont think I've ever done this before. Maybe I promise to call some random female after a sordid one night stand because I cant stand the thought of meeting a girl once just for her to disappear; but these long term plans are NEW and its scares the shit out of me!!

    Just looked at the headlines on the bbc website; global shares tumbling and wiping out any gains. It makes me feel selfishly elated, I have to admit. Its the hope that this will spark some kind of global sustainable development revolution; where capitalism admits its flaws and we embrace a new philosophy of corporate social responsiblity. There is a feeling the pit of my stomach which turns over and over and I feel refreshed to have got out of bed this morning.

  • My pen of wrath

    Head up whilst my body follows idly along
    I struggle to smile as my vision is blurred by thick fog
    I wriggle to release myself from this prosthetic skin
    One red eye as that jagged vein scratches against my glossy eyeball
    Staring at the facts and the threats, yet I cannot act in time
    It makes me want to scream my purpose out loud
    And see if anyone can relate to my pain?
    Must I say goodbye to this passion of mine;
    This aching swell that never seems to go
    That’s seems to rule my thoughts and turns everything
    Into a cryptic poem;
    I invite you to dissect this raging thought
    Relentless wrath which rules and will not calm

    The pitch of my thought changes and hazes
    As I am greeted by the soft purrs of my feline friend
    And smile at her willingness to roll over
    And for me to scratch her head with my pen
    Which suddenly does not seem so angry with me.

Footer:

The content of this website belongs to a private person, blog.co.uk is not responsible for the content of this website.