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Written about a girl in college who was in my first year Philosophy class. I thought she was the bee's knees but she turned out to be a simple minded bitch. Well never mind eh?
An Unlikely Garden
An extended metaphor on my growing up in such a bad area and defying the norm of becoming just another yob or scumbag that roams the streets. Not very good, but heart-felt I think.
A Sad And Silent Song
Just a short ditty really about how the wind is my only company. Any cyclist will understand this one. I think it's a pleasant piece.
Ballad of A Vampire
I had always felt that I was shadow version of myself, for I reverted into myself when I got bullied more and more. For a long time I felt akin to the darkness, and the end was really my hopes for the future that one day I will not feel betrayed or alone in the light of day. I fulfilled that hope very recently.
A Song's Vanity
Another short ditty. It means nothing to me but it strikes a cord doesn't it? Well I admit it's a poor effort but it is one of my first poems.
Fate
Another one inspired by the wind in the night really. It's about how I see myself in the bigger picture, a snapshot into my own self-worth. I do like this one.
False Wisdom
Ha ha! This one isn't a great poem but I love it. It was inspired by a conversation I had with a girl called Jenny Fisher who I got quite close to while in college. She was the perfect sort for miss world - "If I had one wish it would be world peace"!
Heart-Sung Symphony
Again another one about Jenny, but this one was wrote before she lost her virginity and when she was sweet and kind, and not so ditsy. I could see the attention those sleazy guys gave her and I didn't like it 'cos I knew she could be manipulted by them. I wanted so much to protect her but eventually I realised that she really needed protecting from herself.
Immortal Words
More of an ego based poem than a love based poem actually. A touch of my own god-like superiority complex coming through in this but it was well meant. It's not one of my best though but the imagery is nice.
Letter to Myself
This is the other end of my ego, my self loathing. In my effort to seperate myself from people I also parted from my own personna, and when I realised this I felt so bad towards myself, so this is a reflection of that. I am fractured still now but my personality is a friendship with myself, as opposed to a denial.
Lost
Again another poem written in the pits of self loathing but this one really charts my effort to find myself, to use the metaphor still. It has no reall structure I admit but I like this one. The effect is clear and it really speaks to people.
Material Depression
This is more of a sympathetic poem with people who are thrown into depression by things they choose to surround themselves with because they are scared of change. It is also an insight into my objective mind as I experiment with emotions which are not mine.
My Delirium
Written when I was really poorly with the flu once. All sorts of strange images filled my mind and I couldn't make head nor tale of the outside world (that is the world outside my mind). It was very scary but also A good learning experience.
Rocks Don't Bleed
Dunno really, you tell me. It just came to me so I wrote it. Maybe it's a reflection of some aspect of my subconscious or maybe I just had a formula for an objectively wrote poem so I exploited it. I think it's good though.
Savage Earth
This has got to be my favourite poem. I have heard the voice of the Earth for a long time, since I intraverted and had only the shadows for company. The Wind carries forth the songs of the Earth but it is second hand information, This is why the poem seems written with a bias to the Wind, because it's supposed to be his opinions.
The Pain
Another poem which used the imagery of senses for it's perpose. Not written about anyone but I jsut thought I'd write a poem in a classic and simple style. I think it sounds nice and it can apply to anyone can't it?
Ragnarok
A homage to my interest in Ancient Germanic Mythology, which is the religion of the Vikings and Druids for those who don't know. I think it is beautiful and there songs and poems are full of power and nobilty, but sadness also. I try to capture those things but it has not the length nor passion. It does however serve as a nice tribute don't you think?
The End
Supposedly the words of a dying man, but it's not great is it? Well it's just me toying with objectivity agian. I tried my best you know but it's hard to feel dead when you are so full of life and conscious of it.
Bright Eyes
This is actually about a girl in college who I thought has the most beautiful eyes. The were so bright and sparkled so that it just inspired me. I tried to get to know her but I was always very shy with strangers in college. She was a friend of the two Helens from my Media class though, so if either of you see this you'll know who I mean won't you?
Waster
I can't say who this is about exsactly beacuse I don't want to offend the person and they are still much the same way. It can be generalised though so do so if you wish. And don't bother asking me of it's you 'cos I won't tell you. But let's just say this person is so oblivious they won't think it is them. Enough said.
Fear
A very short ditty which is supposed to reflect a feeling of absolute fear. I believe I was genuinely scared at the time but I can't remember why. Oh well.
A Poem without Words
A total bag of crap and can't really be called a poem in my opinions, and yet it was the only one that Peter Myers (the teacher who published the Wyke College Poem Magazine) actually really liked. But he was all into originality whereas I am more for improving on old concepts. But I suppose neither approach is wrong.
Dying Breath
Supposedly the last words of a dying man. Again I toy with objectivity and putting myself into the shoes of other people. Or perhaps they wil be my final words and my subconcious mind picked up an echo of myself from the future. Scary!
Revelation
A moment of reflection I had at the peak of my revival from the depths of self-intravertion. I could actually see for the first time how far from myself and others I was, but I was better now and could start my journey to discover myself again, for I believe you are born knowing yourself but childhood takes this from you.
Lust
This ones was written on the recomendation of Peter Myers. He said that he'd like to see a "better poem with the term, 'Time-Jocky' in it", and so I wrote this in a second. It's actually quite good to say it was written in my own contempt.
Wealth
Just toying with the imagery of phrases here. I suppose it's written from a child's persective, because I can imagine what they think of such silly terms. We are eternally children and merely gain adulthood, not change into it and so we can all have these thoughts sometimes.
�You Think You Know Me?�
Again another poem about Jenny. She was a mass of conradictions in my later days of knowing her and often said things and genuinly meant them, but without thinking she would easily dismiss them when it suited her. The title is supposed to be her speaking and that's why it's quoted. I do like this one and it was the first poem that I experimented with sexual terminology in.
Unrequited Love
Again I use the imagery of the senses to profess my feelings. This really shows my connection to my environment and my analytical, yet objective sense of view. We are only conscious of the world around us through our senses and that's why I refer to the so often. A really nice poem.
You Drank My Coffee
Again, at the merciless hand of illness I wrote this. It refers to when Wayne had this hot mate from the behavioral he went to, and when he brought her home she drank my coffee instead of hers, out of my cup so in mock anger I wrote this.
Goddess
I wrote this at college in one of the computer rooms. It is inspired by a very beautiful girl which I was watching accross the way. In many of these such poems I over exsadurate my feelings but much of that is about the image of my one true love whome I am destined to be with, who ever she may be. Another nice poem.
Teen Suicide
Very much an objectively written poem. I've never had the thought to take my own life and have always valued it more than anything. I would easily kill someone else where I forced to but never would I kill myself. The shortness of the poem is very much due to this lack of understanding. Not one of my best.
The Point between Sleep & Awake
Written with reference to that state of sleep you are in when you have your eyes open still yet you have driften into sleep. It is one of my favourite states of being and all sorts of wonderful images occur. A very good poem I think, sheerly for it's explorative nature.
Ambiguous
Pretty self-expanitory really. An ambiguous poem filled with ambiguous concepts set out in an ambiguous way. Infact many of those lines are titles of some of my art work. Something you wouldn't know if I hadn't have told you, so there you go. A crossing of two aspects of my artistic nature.
Sinicism
A ironically-toned poem about concepts which are meant to be sinister but which I find comfort in. The title itself is a reference to both the 'sin' of embracing darkness and my scinical nature about people who judge based on second-hand information. I like this one. It's very complex.
Several Stories High
The title is a reference to the fact that the lines derive from lines in diferent songs. Some you might know, some are obscure. I just hope I don't get done for copywrite theft! Ha ha. Well remember that I am aloud to ALLUDE to songs which is what I have done.
Query
Again the imagery of the senses pop up. In this one I question the reader on THEIR objectivity. So reader, can you? Ha ha!
Conformity
My very weak attempt at mocking conformity. The rubishness of the poem is a reflection of my lack of will to write about the subject. I'd rather have a rant. I can have no passion about something so pathetic and so I really had to force myself to write.
A Sonnet
My attemp at a sonnet and a very good one at that! Peter Myers put me on the track of writing one after he said they are really difficult to write, and I wrote one so there. Now I find them so easy that they are boring, but they also limit me too much so I don't much like writing them. I have to admit that this was the beginning of my resentment towards Shakespeare, beacuse anything he can do I can do, so how does that make him good? He's not good, he's just old. Is that what it takes to be a classic these days? Just age?
Seven
A very poor joke about my name. Not very good. It's really a throw-away poem and I really don't know why I typed it up. Maybe I was bored.
Cabbages
The title is an allusion to an old, zany statement of mine, "cabbages are green". First of all; yes they are, and second of all; so what? That's much the view of the reader of this poem as it is a nonsense poem after all. But it uses truisms for it's purpose of nonsense, you see? Clever.
Ouroboros
For those who don't know Ouroboros is the mythological snake which eternally is eating it's own tail as it grows. This in a refernce to the way the poem loops in on itself at the end in keeping with the line layout of the next line starting with the last term/word of the previous line. Again another atempt at a clever poem. Perhaps too pretencous for some people's tastes though. Well it's all good.
Synthetic Advancement
This poem is about the way people lose grip with thier values by conforming to the norms of society. It mocks it in some fashion but ironically, and unwittingly it makes you question the validity of the original concept in this poem also. Not very good by my standards though.
Going That Way
You would think that this is my go at objectivity again wouldn't you, and that I am writing from the point of view of a bitter old man wouldn't you? well then you would be wrong! They really are my thoughts! Sheesh, I'm such a young fogey! Well I like this one, sheerly for it's bitterness.
Oath to Order
The original title of this poem was 'Sunday Morning' which is a referance to the morning after Saturday night if you know what I mean? But I changed it beacuse at the time I resebted my party attidute and kept it seperate from my art. Now I blend both in my balance with harmony but keep this title because I like it better. It is itself a song from The Legend of Zelda. Ah, I knew you game-nerds knew that!
The Author Rap
A very fun poem. Rap it as you read it and you can see the reason for the title. It's very analytical but also breaks the illusion of distance between poet and reader, by adressing you about your thoughts. It's like a mini piece of myself really. Very good and enjoyable to write.
Across The Table Again
The next four poems where written on the advice of Peter Myres who sugested that my poems had little structure so I should try to change some. Well this is a knife wound to be as my poems are as they fall from my mind onto the page so I wrote these as seperate poems, genetically enhanced by a crazy scientist! They are all poo.
A New Sad And Silent Song
Turd burgers.
Sonnet of A Vampire
Another sonnet... but that's it.
Neo Savage Earth
Yawn.. did someone write something? I hadn't noticed.
The Veteran
This is a very good poem I think. This really is my objective view of what a old-timer would say to his grandson about his days in the war. Freinds lost, blood spilt, heroes made but make sure it doesn't happen again. I think that old guy would shed a tear to know his words are in vain, especially over recent events. Are we just prone to war? Are we as a people just prone to destroying eachother and forcing or beliefs on the weak? Hmm...
English
This is a 'clever clever' (to quote the admirable John Bond) poem where I explore the english language and sentance structure using a simple phrase. Not very good but interesting to write.
Got No Structure
This may be my anti-strike agaisnt people who say "all poems must have a conformed structure" or maybe be my thoughts on the poem itself. Either way it is a strange poem and spends alot of time saying nothing. It means nothing and goes nowhere but has a definate ending and mock-message. I like it.
Order To The Oath
Another attempt at appeasing those who need structued poems. It's not as good is it?
Poison Frog
A strange one. My first experimentation with coloquial terms and also a slur on the human race. It compares us to all that we consider 'evil' and challenges our belief that we are, as a race, good and pure compared to what we consider dark and dirty. The title is an unusual one yes, but it is a reference to the poison dart frog; the most venomous creature on Earth and yet the most timid. Well you can make up your own mind how that can fit into the poem. I thinks it's pretty evident. I like this one anyway.
This Is Not A Poem!
This IS my retaliation against the establishment of the poetic world. I enjoyed wtriting this and still enjoy reading it.Should is a dirty word to me and when people try to control my art I do not take it lightly! I do however appreciate criticism as long as it doesn't have the addage 'if I wrote it I would...'. I'm sure you see my beef.
Septic Lullaby
A twin poem along with Final Lullaby. This one really appeals to my sinister side and my complete subjectivity. It is a slur on society's role for the sexes and how you are predestined to be a reflection of the society you grow up in. This seems to contradict my views in An Unlikely Garden, but if you look closely you can see that they are the words of bitterness, which often taints the truth. But does that mean they are not my true opinions? No, these too are my opinions and the contrast between the two poems really show my rebelious nature, taking nothing as fact and questioning all things in each statement. It's all very philosophical, though this is a social poem.
Final Lullaby
The sister poem of Septic Lullaby. This trivialises the mortality rate of very young children during sleep in an effort to upset and anger the reader. It's sort of reverse psychology in that it makes you question an obviously wrong statement and opinion to reinforce your own. A taboo subject but I cannot allow taboos in my mind so all things are concieved and thought through. An upsetting poem but still one of my favourites.
Published In America
This was written while at college when I just found out that the poems I sent away to be published in America would be published for free, but if I ever wanted to see them or have proof of this I would have to pay $50! But you can't con a con-artist, and so I photocopied the acceptance letter! Gwa ha!
Tired
This poem was written when I was tired. I think reading it makes you tired which is generally the effect I was looking for. I think it's short but how much do you expect me to write when I'm tired. I'm suprised I picked up the pen at all. I suppose I couldn't have been that tired if I had the strength to write. Hmm...
Facid
This one is written in a very pretencous form. It's full of melodrama and everything is hammed up. Imagine it being a passage out of a really hammy play, performed by a really hammy actor. It's generally a self-mocking poem and goes nowhere with it's message. I like it though.
An Ancient Sonnet
What can be said to be my best sonnet, this one uses the ancient elementals to define who we are (through who I am) as a people. Though the poem is dark and bleek, it dismisses it's own message in the last line thus trivialising the whole poem. It is in this that the poem takes on a dark comedy about it. I think it is good to say I was so restricted by the form of a sonnet.
Necessary Duality
All about the way in which we apprecite positive ideas through comparing them with their opposites. to quote Eddie Murphy in 'Vampire In Brooklyn', "Evil is good, 'cos without evil there'd be no good!" Not one of my best though.
Incarnation
Dunno really. Maybe a self-refering poem which plots it's own course in it's writing or perhaps a subconcious scream from my soul about some form of nagativity in my life which is bothering me, or was at the time. I think this one doesn't flow as well as some of the others and the words seem to stick in your throat, but not in your mind. Hmm...
Sometimes
This poem is about life being so short that even 'bad' things, in reflection, weren't so bad and are actually missed when they are gone. This is a challenge really to simple minded people who take alot of things for granted and so those things fall into mundanity. It also encompasses alot of my seudo-ego, which may be considered a god-complex but is actually the exploration of my own soul as it being more than the biproduct of a biological process. What do you think?
Ode To The Moon
This is a poem about insignificance as a boy looks up to the moon and sees that it glows so brightly, is so far away and it so big that the boy seems nothing in comparrison. You would think these feelings are my own but they are not, for I believe that all entities in the Universe are equal and so cannot feel insignificant. Quite simply the answer to this poem is "Yes, I can".
Dragon Princess
'Dragon Princess' is actually a referebce to a girl in college you will be suprised to learn. I don't know her name, though she was in my tutor-group, so I called her the dragon princess because she had very beautiful dragon eyes. I actually met her in a nightclub once, professed my fondness of her and got of with her. I really wish I took it further 'cos she was dead sexy! The poem was written to the tune of 'Pinball Wizard' by the Who, so bare that in mind when you read it again. I like this one. It makes me smile.
Jade
This poem is about Tina. I really wrote this just to take advantage of her name and her fondness for green because I thought it was very poetic. A very personal and lonely poem. Very sad I think.
Hull Buses
I wrote this as a throw-away poem but because I was pushed to I sent it into the Hull Daily Mail and it got published! You should have seen the disgruntled old farts that wrote in and complained though! For god's sake it was just a throw-away ditty about the crappy buses I seem to always get! Some people are so blindly patriotic that they cannot accept the truth.
Guilty
Interestingly Clare thought this poem was about her, though it was not in any way! It is actually about the feeling of guilt and they things you might think or say to get rid of these feelings. I have no guilt or remorse and so this could be said to be a objective poem. I accept my mistakes and cannot feel pity for the sadness of strangers.
Apple-Blossom
Well those who know me well will also know that �apple-blossom� is a descriptive term I use for just that sort of posterior which is perfectly found, silky smooth and pale in complexion, my idea of the perfect bum. I coined the phrase in a nightclub once when a lovely example of this was on the balcony above in a mini-skirt and just so happened to linger there as she noticed she was being looked at. She had just such a posterior but she also oozed with arrogance. It just goes to show that no-one is perfect I suppose. The term �apple-blossom� in the poem however refers to the girl herself, as owner of this desirable rump. I really liked this poem and it is still a joy to read.
Ego
I wrote this poem while at my �local� (for it is not exactly local) pub. At the beginning of writing the poem it referred to a group of louts that sit across from our table which just act up, but as I wrote the poem I realised that a lot of this could be seen in my group too, and so from this I realise what the title must be. Ironically, when Ian read it he thought it was about him! Ego indeed!
Her
This poem is a list of all the things Cecile said which were contrary. This is the only poem I wrote about Cecile, though she was my first real girlfriend and I went out with her for some two and a half years. The poem is much like ��You Think You Know Me�� though this one I feel is darker in thought and feeling, but less sexual. This can largely be understood when you think that Jenny, of whom the older poem was about, left me sexual frustrated yet Cecile left me broken hearted. I don�t like reading the poem because it still hurts. Perhaps it always will.
All the Same
This is more of a �clever clever� poem using form and structure to make a message. The rhyming structure is basic and the idea within the acrostic line of the poem bares relevance only to the title, yet there is very little in the way of allusion within the body of the poem to support the title. However, it is the idea that this poem is uniform in structure to many basic poems and that the content of each line is quite referral to other modern sources that the similarity takes place and so the poem itself becomes transversely referral. In this you can see that it in not �all the same� and so this poem takes on an ironic edge too, which is also a common feature of modern poetry and thus returns to similarity. I suppose I wrote this poem as a testament to the ideas that I can hold within the boundaries of short poems as I feel many ideas are not seen and so as a hole the poem is dismissed. This poem is one such, and yet it pulls you in because of its familiar chaotic nature and so forces you to explore it. A nice poem but not one of my favourites.
Fool For Love
I really like this poem. This poem conveys the feeling of heart ache you get from rejection. I know all about rejection, that much is true, but I know very little of rejection as a force to terminate your life over. I read people and hope to show their emotion in the beauty of words, and this is one such instance of this. As I read it more and more I do see some of myself in it, but I wonder if this is just be adopting some of my studies as sympathies.
Another Book, Another Story
Not a very good poem I�m afraid. I started with an idea and a rhyming structure but the idea became boring and the rhyming structure became erratic. This is chaos in its ugly form. I chose to write it out because I realised that I did not have an example of how even my own talents can fail me. It took be months to write this one poem.