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Screw You and Your Status

I’ve got so many friends and only 2 say hi to me
I’ve got so many friends and nobody clicks like on me
I’ve got so many friends and they don’t pop up on IM to me
I’ve got so many friends I might not sigh quietly
I’ve got s many friends that this is a site to see
I’ve got many friends and they must be blind to me
I’ve got so many friends and their quiet as my library
I’ve got so many friends they don’t even lock I’s with me
I’ve got so many friends, so, so many friends…am I lying to me?

They’ve got subscribers, some are drinkers some are writers
I’ve got lurkers and hiders, Chinese whispers and biters
They’ve got fervent comments playing blinds
I’ve got fermenting reminders, invites not replied to
I’ll stomp my feet and cry – who – will see my tears
Forget the sum this is status of all my fears
Before this I waited all my years, for my peers
Stalled my gears, now I unleash my drive
Like my status, keep me alive
Go on…click like…let this caged bird sing
It’s not like I try to talk to you or anything

I mean come on now….I’m the sexy one
I’m the one with intellect
You’re just a cheesy ponce why am I receiving negelect
Your’e Times New Roman, I’m the hip Calibri font
Friend Request Me, I’m the one you really want
I’ve got so many friends, so many friends
The news never ends, this blues never ends.
This heart never rends, I am twitter trends
Click like on you …..well that depends
Psyche

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Midnight in a Perfect World

6am

She rolls over to kiss his forehead
Gentle pecks and sleight of hand to his promised land
His head is awake before his eyes
She is a canvas for her demand of his canonical glaze
In tune with his organ
The thump, thump bass of his heart is in sync
Yet he washes her with a leather embrace
Tipping her chin to perfect their symmetry
Probing each of her breaths with a waltzing touch to her thighs
A kiss like hot towel on a plane prises his eyes
And that….was the first time they’d met

9am

It had been baking moments ago yet he had not smelt the rain
Flashing eyes to this terrain felt like indecent exposure
Engines like rattle snakes slithered from town to town all around
Life forms from which he was like the edge of paper torn rolled
Snowballs and boulders migrated to where they saw fit
As he wiped the smog from his brain all he felt nothing
There he was lain foetal, undesirable as Kafka’s beetle
Spittle hanging from his lips like the annoying family member that outstayed their welcome
He seldom if ever had felt this pain
It suddenly shot like a rocket, mind moved yet body had no chance
See for the sake of unrequited romance
He’d been forced to square dance
She’d claim self defence of her black belt in I don’t want you
Sirens flashing, cash splashed about him, carnations scattered
Blood spattered, new suit in tatters
Was she alright was the only question that mattered
Yet she had gone and so were his plans
She’d done more than she’d needed to,
Delivering her message by force
He was still bleeding too, his heart was not the only source of pain
I’ll never have my 50th date in New York again.
What had been months of affection suddenly turned sour
Only for her exposed infidelity to gain repercussions in an hour

Midday

Pow Pow
Who’s that O the G
A couple of teenagers held up Maccy D’s
Yet THEY ALL didn’t notice
Heads turned like B sides of classic records
While THEY held hands and couldn’t let go
Every word had a unique echo
Surrounded by nothing but a hazy breeze
Fingers locked like keys with combinations
Strolling through the streets like Neon Unicorns
Kissing like a couple newly formed
They were yet he was in school uniform and she
Was in uniform
The world was a hive of privacy invasion teams
Eagle eyed emblazoned schemes of security
Each demanding a level of surety that their needs would be served
That criminals would not get a seat at the table of good nature
That the would be de-served and just given rough justice
Sent to join the club of life just is….
Fair to those who pay for it
Skunk smokers get their high and ball player s and singers get paid a bit
Yet Gotham never batted an eye to this game
They always met somewhere nobody knew her name
For she was the head

3pm

We’d met before
Same office same time
TFT screens flickering like day glow cats eyes
I am jacks need for attention
The sky raises its middle finger ordering me to spin on the sun
Where are you reads the IM
I knew her from the 1st Floor
She was excel spreadsheets and more
I’d not got to spread sheets but I’d opened up her pores
She wanted more of the same
Reports of salt stains on copier had lead to bacon sandwich claims
That was my insurance, this shift was endurance
I could score pants and moans
I was Jacks need for masculine validation
If I could handle hear groans with my raise I could get a raise
Earn more and afford what my wife owns
Ecstasy for a year while whispering in her ear…get me a promotion
While I give this chick the pro motion to unseen zones
Rarely working late this is my office break
Ms Excel makes me tick boxes
We go rough like foxes at it lie rabbits
She’s smoking and I can’t break the habit
Are you coming, flashes the IM again
2 minutes I reply, I will be cause I want to
I am the hunted becoming jacks need to be a hunter gathering

6pm

Mirrors, candles, bangles
Lumps, bumps and love handles check
Sky flicks her hair, summer not yet star spangled
Heck glitter falls lighting her path to her date
This was her time, he would step to her plate
This was fate
She would be lost in the moment of rapture
She would be captured in paradise lost
He would consume the cost
She would be the boss to end the dross
Defrost
She would overwhelm him like a debutant from Valhalla
Kiss him like Daryl Hannah then shun him as the steel magnolia
He would grow to love her and only her
Truth in the purest sense of the lies
He was hers not every girls prize and her eyes
She was magnetised and he would be hypnotised
Her hips, lips and mind would do the work
He’d be begging to on the front line of duty
The damned funk soldier awakened by her beauty
He’d be the one telling his friends shoot me, I’ll feel no pain

9pm

Bliss and tell to exfoliate was the aim of the game
Or so she thought laying on the bed sobbing into chow mein
Watching sex and the city with a bottle of wine
He’d rather date an expectant mum than see this fat girl crying
Could she relive that moment again when those few words stunned her
In 43 minutes and 37 seconds she’d be a blade runner for the last time
She raised a chopstick to a cosmopolitan as with soy sauce on her wall she scribed
To a swollen world
Bruised by the iniquity of confidence without consequence
This is my goodbye, my legacy and stain
Erase me with scalding bleach and remove my gain from your world
Thank you for the lessons of reflection
Now I must smash the mirror of my imperfection
Let me dissolve into fine pieces cos I’m used to be being trampled
My ample is cumbersome and too much handle so let me drown
No longer to wear the tears of a clown
I am no more

12am

Nonplussed they added vigour to the enzyme and chromosome mixture
Subtracting loyalty from royalty bestowed by significants
Whooping tongues filled the air
They were con cussed in the tenement
I don’t care was the sentiment
The pounding of their drums in the forest of lost in me
Was as a penny dropped on a slow roll
Beat up on bruise control having mastered the dong song
Left her putting the O on bong
For he gave her the down load sending her into an audio galaxy and took a napster
He deemed screams rapture as the actress in her unfurled
She became a woman at 11.59 post 69 as her body re-coiled into a curl and whispered
Is this what they call midnight in a perfect world?
Daddy

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A Relationship for 2 or 2000?

People often say “a relationship is between two people and not the whole world” which is true. I notice this comment tends to surface a lot in relation to Facebook. Particularly when someone puts up a plethora of very affectionate posts that relate to their intense joy at what ever stage of the relationship they find themselves in.

To what extent is this different from a couple being extremely affectionate  let alone having a heated argument on the street or whatever public place you happen to be in?

I have my creativity as an outlet but I stopped short of posting what I wanted to do in the bedroom as a personal status. Yet a now former associate found it this type of status post perfectly acceptable and went to lengths to rightly or wrongly suggest I was being prudish out of inexperience.  What is the social networking etiquette for relationships, written or unwritten? Your thoughts please

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Rays Ft MizzFab

I saw light flicker through the blinds
no longer blind , i knew the world was mine
no ours, no hours
to waste
they waste time on hating
two negatives
dont make a positive
No more palindromes of paradox or perogative
My vision is nitrous oxide, I’m ready to drive
Blow out the flame of past pain
wipe out the not again
mistakes have been my oxygen then I changed the tanker
Vitriol came in a vial but it wasn’t a banker
No more effing with the canker
I’m a jolly W*nker
Ready to tango with success while my haters turn into fanta
Now where reaching for the clouds,time to turn their nonsense down
Break through death’s smog emission
Till I am free again
Till I can breath again
My heart is beating again
Sunshine scribing
Maybe we can put hope in the atmosphere
its time to heal mother earth
love is a phantom ghost
jealousy has somehow hindered conectivity
social networking now the breakdown of humanity
an excuse for people to act more stupidly
Folks act like they’re the praying mantis yet they get smoked liked buddha
Name called in the J Hall, black tune white sound
Shudder…
When the I am I can reads shoulda woulda coulda
I amp up the heat dissolve all the sugar
It’s game time on this trainline they call me formula durex they way I burn rubber
Burn down pages ,then restart this
journey
it’s time for rebirth
spring melodies
it’s a time for peace
time to release
hate
its been enslaved in hearts
for too long
we’ve been slipping
for to long
now it’s time we move on
Dub, like the proverbial
sacrifice to deserve it all
love so sick its terminal
Peace to the fervent war
outer cry the inner roar
we hang in the balance like trapeziums were platforms
waiting for a new day
time to break away from the norm
reaching for the stars
connect em like dots
we all have our spot
in the great circle
time to move forward
instead of falling back
we don’t change our ways we plait forms
scratch our air till the viny’ls worn
The concept of me ain’t a stuck record its just a waste of space in a hater base
Where I live ain’t a free base
a mistake an’t a choke
yet we hang onto the past like we playin the bar dumb broke
Pigeon pie instead of humble chips
You call them honest if they mumbles less
fumble less
its a dog eat dog world but folk love to jungle dress
Y’all ain’t ish on a shoe until you kiss ass then you’re polish
How can we can a culture of peace when we’re less cultured than the amish
yet it isn’t the time to be hopeless
we survivors ,birthed for success
programmed for violence
the time is now
to stop all this
heal all of this
get real
no one wants any of this
clock is ticking
time is running up
no substance
no heart
the time is ours
to stand up and speak
to unite
there’s to much hate
there’s to much war
it’s time we
started living
i mean that’s
what we are
alive for
we meld dreams into words
we live for tommorow
not settling on today…..

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Just a thought – social networks

Imagine a world where we didn’t have Facebook or MySpace, where we didn’t have a box to tell our friends and random people from where ever in the world what we think. A place where we would be able to show people the great madness of our latest adventures, celebrations or revelries; A place where we could freely meet people from the safety of a TFT monitor and if we felt aggrieved we could block or delete that person from our virtual social consciousness.  Would we then spend more time developing the networks  of people we have seen face to face without the aid of a monitor and camera and share more with them? Would we all have events where we bring our photo albums and have slide shows of places we’ve been over the past few months? Would we text or call our friends with the random stuff that our minds produce?

Internet social networks…because we can’t be bothered to invite our friends round? Or making the world a truly Global Village?

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Special Kind of Fool

Am I a nice guy or a special kind of fool?

You’re challenging’ my manhood but I won’t act a tool

Your blatant insecurity won’t hang me to you

If you can’t control your thoughts I’m damned if I do

Tricks and party pieces just to appease you

If I’m not your man do you have a reason to

Give me the silent treatment screaming murder till your blue

Because I clicked like on a photo of a girl that wasn’t you

On Facebook too!

I’ve got nothing to prove, though I’m starting to question

Why you’re so affected before we’ve met and connected attention with affection

Take your head out your rectum, the jealousy’s forcing my retraction

You crave possession of my action for your satisfaction

Shouldn’t fighting for your attraction I want to hold your hand and,

I want kisses cuddles and the candles but paranoia has the handles

Say you’re interested but all your effort goes into acting Bo jangles

You got it all mangled, head twisted at wrong angles

Take me as I am, standard, I can be better than your previous

Experience, it’s wearying, I’m serious, it is delirious

Mischievous I could call it, not exciting or enthralling

This is the ride of your life if you don’t stop I’m stalling

If you’re game I’m balling my poker face is galling

I’m all in I’m serious I toss my chips at you

I should be pissed with those pictures of you kissing random dudes

You hypocrite…on Facebook too

But I’m not you! Trixsta!

You must think your game is slick

I’m a special kind of fool but you’re a crazy chick

True!

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