Nasty Poem.

This mucky word combination I have crafted

All my vileness I used when this was drafted

I aim for a delectably desecrated display of prose

With a vulgar rhythm hurtful enough to wilt a rose

The aim of this depraved tirade

Simply to rain on your parade

You see I think you’re weak and foolish

And you sir your face looks quite ghoulish

You over there with the silly hair

And I won’t say anything about the people over there

I don’t look the like of you much

Not going to refrain from saying such

I wish you would all just leave

The presence of you makes me wish to heave

But truth be told I’m rather lonely and scared of rejection

So I push people away and look for an adverse reaction

Really I would have liked to have had a chat

But I never learnt how to handle that

I actually think you look friendly

But being nice is not trendy

See the thing is this we live by example

My examples of meanness have been ample

And being the meanest can offer protection

So that’s the real reason for my projection

You give me meaning.

Without you I would be plain and without purpose

For it’s not until you come along

And touch me that I can transform into a song

A sonnet, poem or prose

Without you I express nothing

I am unfulfilled until you complete me

You transform me from potential into something

That can carry an idea and create or record history

Without you my pen I would be but plain paper

I am glad you are here to begin our next chapter.

Younger wisdom.

I forgot a lot of valuable things as I got older

I lost some of my happiness and freedom and my heart seems to have grown colder

When I was a little boy I dreamed big and believed I could be anything one day

I was truly happy climbing trees and did not worry about things like hours or pay

Now I am not even sure I am good at being me and worry what others think

No longer do I just sit and stare at the world in wonder, nowadays I would get upset if I covered my new suit in ink

I want to get ahead and have a career, but I dreamt of being a poet, geologist, writer, adventurer or good old fashioned knight

So tonight upon realising this I avowed to change and return to my childish ways,
it was an epiphany truly as if I had seen the light

So on my day off I am going to lie in not read the paper, and for breakfast cocoa puffs and thundercats

I’m going to the shop with a whole £2, to deliberate on how many sweets I can get then I’m going to wear fun clothes and a silly hat

I will wake up knowing the world is mine, I can be anything that I want I can do anything I want
even leave my crusts

I won’t conform any longer to all these silly musts

I will walk around in funny manners as I find it funny and it’s good to use your body I know, we all know this instinctively

I will begin to naturally think more positively

I won’t bear long created grudges, instead I will play with sand and glitter and shiny things

I think adopting this approach I will thaw my frozen heart, then I can start to concentrate on growing wings.

I look forward now to growing younger and learning all those forgotten things.

Word nonsense.

A whimsical outburst of disconnected words

Scurried out in maddened herds

They ran along in lines

Like drunken swine’s

Weaving about with promiscuous meanings

Be careful for they have poetic leanings

But with them lacking a purpose

They are just a lot of discourse

There goes the last of them now

Well the poem has to end somehow.

The poet’s night out.

This cunning linguist so loquacious is he

His lascivious tongue moves freely

He speaks with freedom and rhyme

Moving his ideas line by line

Drunk on speech as if it were fine wine

He will charm her if he can

Free roaming existing without a strict plan

Becoming jovial and sentimental as the drunkenness progresses

For she has caught the poets eye a eulogy to her he professes

For he is having a joyous time and her beauty is so magnificent

Though he acknowledges this evening and its merriment is transient

As all things are, and in the morning when the wine has been drunk

The words spent memories blurred and the brain is pure funk

But for that short period he promises a dance in words and ideas

Wrapping each other in ecstasy and temporarily letting go of fears

Lost in the process of conveying and interpreting meaning

For a short experiential moment we can keep each other dreaming.

But she is a realist and falls not for his dialectical

Explaining she wants something that is real not theoretical.

So it seems that having your way with words can be much easier

Than having your way with women as they can be much choosier.

The cost was us.

Sad and worried brain

Tired and drained

Overly serious and caught in thought

I smile far less than I ought

I try to laugh and enjoy life

But recently it has been pure strife

You wanted more than I could give

And I hope you will forgive

I retreated and hid in solitude

When I started to fall into this downward mood

I was trying to make things right

I pride my self on fighting the good fight

I could not let it be

Maybe that was the final blow for you and me

We started to compete with one another

Your requests and pleas for me to change began to smother

I lost my confidence and voice you lost faith and felt I was disinterested

I grow weary and distressed

Our fighting grew more frequent and intense

It was no longer possible to sit on the fence

I did not know the way for us to go

And my feelings I could not show

So came the time when we had to part

And in our own directions depart.

I am glad we could remain amicable

It has helped me remain stable

I am sad it happened as it did

And from you I hid

I felt unable to pursue my course fitting around you

I think you felt the same about me that I was not doing what you wanted me too

I will change my situation regain the, me I lost

I’m just sad that we were the cost

Pre-contemplative drunk.

Now I just keep going over and the same old thoughts

Resentments disappointments and oughts

No matter how hard I drain this glass, I can’t get it out of my head

The pain unforgiving anxiety and dread

I keep looking back over all the wrong that was done to me and the wrong I have done to others

The torment and abuse lack of love and care fighting stealing and manipulating

I hide from the world my body and my future and past, I shall lie here silently under the covers

I find life quite frustrating and debilitating

Still it’s been so long since I existed in the now

My interests have dwindled friendship groups shrunk

I want to change but I lack the strength and don’t know how

So to ease the aching and oppressive feelings I get drunk

Disordered and unchecked emotions lead me to drinking these poisonous potions

Scared that I will die unloved and not even missed

Days pass blurring into one I’m out of touch just going through the motions

That is the real reason I shout and scream and bawl and cry and seem perpetually pissed

I know it needs to stop its killing me and those who care about me, and this choice

However I shall, I will fight this illness, madness and sadness

I shall let these ruminations go, learn to regain my voice

Also I will take what help I need in my quest for soberness and happiness.

Carved messages.

I carve mandalas and intricate patterns all over me

Patterns of anger and upset but I feel little pain

It is not for lack of paper that I carve this writing into me

I am also despite what others think not insane

Where else is better to write your story but on yourself?

Whoever sees me can read my stories and view my art

Life’s experience have harmed my mental health

I am suffering from a broken heart

So when I take up my knife and feel the cut

I am trying to communicate I am and have been hurt.

Money.

Bourne of boredom and indifference

Mine has aft been a path of defiance

I don’t share the values of this place

I do not wish to play in the rat race

I value experiences real

The concepts of money I find surreal

It is of course just a concept an idea

So how can the lack of it cause such fear?

The reasons simple we share belief and that makes it real

This ratifies and validates the deal

The ideas of the minority however true lack power

So our belief in money suspend the ivory tower

It has not always been this way

So I have faith that one day

We shall awake from our slumber

A new world we can render

For if we stop to think can money make a meal?

Can money make you feel?

What is really of true worth?

Tiny bits paper and metal

If you had no concept of it you’d think it mental

If money was so valuable why should we be so quick to transfer it?

For as soon as you have you it spend it

Night writer.

Do you too find the words come quicker in the night?

When waking and dreaming come together and the imagination takes flight

A cacophony of thoughts and phrases rise within my mind

It seems they refuse to stay in me confined

They form together quick and fast

Fighting to be heard at last

I used to find it a nuisance

My mind at night pure verbal dissonance

You see the thing with words is that they are vain

In their quest to be heard they can drive a man insane

This is the reason now every night before I sleep I write

I tie them to the page so they don’t disturb throughout the night

Political Monotony.

Modern day conundrum

Who do I believe in the main parties all sound humdrum

Plenty of rhetoric but lacking in substance

What is the oppositions fighting stance?

The financial institutions are free to do as they please

Phrases I have heard lately austerity cuts and pay freeze

The message I am getting is we have had it too good

So we will have to pay more for fuel, housing and food

And though the cost of living keeps on rising

More cuts loom on the horizon

They are going for the NHS the Youth Service and Civil Servants

I fear they would like to turn us all into archetypal peasants

The unemployment figure keeps on growing

Fuel poverty means that some folks need to fear when it starts snowing

The DWP is running show trials to cut the number claiming sickness benefit

They are less interested in fairness than the targets they must hit

Housing allowance has been significantly lowered

Dismantling of the safety net Tory and recession powered

JSA applicants undertaking the work programme will provide their labour for free

Earning less than the minimum wage for their efforts that seems immoral to me

Homelessness services and charities forced to fight for funding

Will cut costs to win their tendering

The homeless numbers are rising the youth are becoming disenfranchised

Self interest and the profit motive seem to have backfired

The Point of view of a peaceful warrior.

As I sit back and ponder, I can not help but wonder

Where did we, I mean society go so wrong and our values and ethics go for such a wander

Businesses and politicians want to rob and hurt us

The newspapers are filled with lies and misdirection infected pus

The people don't speak to one another and no one wants to share

Have we all given in have we forgotten how to care?

Overhead you can hear the great steel bird the eye in the sky

Also we all know that the bank and the government have stolen from you and I

The situation is not a depression its just plain depressing 

So I ask why do we accept these false profits and words like recession

Truth is we can start to improve the world right now no need for tomorrow 

Speak with your neighbors go with peace and keep your mind wide not narrow

Well I wish you all the best either you take it as it comes or you stick to your guns

You can regain authorship or your life and your story may have just begun

Give it a go try and I guarantee you will be one step closer to that elusive state... Happy

Well its my last line so please I beseech you wake up stand up for your rights, oh and make it snappy.

Lonely Hearts

Lonely Hearts. 

Negative hi-if addict

Seeks positive feedback

Desperate for love addict seeks 

Consolatory crack

Lonely surfer seeks

Seeks welcoming beach

Furry nectarine seeks

Hairless Peach

A naff poem.

I wrote a shoddy poem once it took me little thought

I cobbled it together from things I was taught

The rhyming was sloppy and the speeeling was werse

Whenever I recited it I kept it terse

And well It failed to express anything in the way I had sought.

Disclaimer.

I taste of smoke and secrets

Just like them I can't be kept

I am transient like those stolen moments

The insomniac who barely sleeps

A restless pen 

A restless mind

A little bit shitty ever now and then

But still one of the nicest people you will find.

Intro

Hi my name is Eep mu langolo and I am a giant panda, I am not real, I am the figment of a strange mans imagination and an image from some chinese snack. I appear to have confused bamboo for something else. Notice the eyes and the chocolate biscuits. Well it is a blog called rambling in the night. Enjoy earth being.