| The piece I am most proud of at the this moment in time |
| The piece I am most proud of at the this moment in time |


My Recurring Problem I'm desparate for some respite
The brain frying itself
Like intellectual suicide
Losing my mind
In smoke and fire
A million memories
A million lies
A million times I remember
The loved ones who died
Rhyme and reason
Gave way to treason
But who is the traitor?
The brain or the intellect?
Too many tracks
For the train of thought to follow
The train races off the tracks
And dashes onward to madness
Meditation and reflection
Provide no clear direction
So the train just keeps racing
With nothing to stop it crashing
Yet all the while
I hide it all behind a smile
Not for protection sake
In fact I don't know
I suspect so you


These Are the Things That Run Through My Head The cat is on the table looking at me
The hamster is smiling 'cause he's happy
The chicken is pissed 'cause I stole her egg
And the hamsters on the floor chewing at my leg
The sloth is a lazy twat, he's been asleep all day
And the pigeons rather pissed 'cause he's made of clay
The peacock is beautiful and he likes to gloat
And the rhynos fucking mad 'cause he doesn't get to vote
These are the things that run through my head
When I'm bored and all alone
I'm on no medication and I've no therapist
Even if I had, they'd think I was taking the piss
The mailman delivers letters on a rocket ship
The banana broke its leg when on himself


Twitter Jail I was on my Twitter
Sharing in laughter
With my buddies just the other day
Entertaining with my tweets
Whilst sitting at my seat
When suddenly things went a bad way
I'm in Twitter jail
An anti-tweet zone
Everyone else gets to update
Whilst I'm all alone
I'm in Twitter jail
My status is MIA
Oh Twitter why do you block me this way?
I tried to post a pic
Of myself and Ric
That's Mr. Flair who I met in Miami,
But when I hit 'Tweet'
It knocked me off my feet
And said "You've hit your daily limit"
So I tried to wait a while
Because I had a pile
Of pictures I wanted to post today
But Twitter would not relent
Which really put a


I Am Fact Sometimes the only thing we can do is exist;
Sometimes it's enough.
I am not content with simply being.
I am not a potential;
I am a fact.
Do not deny me as nothing more
Than the painting that hangs on your wall;
I am not your decoration
I am not your safety blanket.
I am and I think.
I think therefore...
Ignore me not
Or the one time you will take notice
Is when I am no longer there.
I am not the echo of a past dream;
I do more than simply exist.
I am here.
I am fact.
