Poems

Poem 1

When you were disguised as God

Behind my eyelids closed

I would shape futures on your words and ways.

Now you descended to mortal man

It's myself behind closed eyes I see again

In day dreams where I play God.

Poem 2

Smack ed's at my door

Smack ed wants to score

Twenny bag he's gone

To get cash won't be long.

Smack ed's at my door

Mate e can't score

If e could

I'd give you loads so that you would overdoze.

Shoes

Hello i'm a shoe continually pressed against the floor,

Dog shit, piss, spit, dirt and grime

At home i'm chucked to the side

Or any dark cupboard i'm put inside stinking all night

Praying it won't rain tomorrow.

Street Poet

Not so much a fuckin' poet now

That my friend reveals your past

You never rhymed your words before did you

Boo radleys to street poet

Poem 3

Five snakes bit me today

One bite of aggression, poisoned to perfection

One bite of affection although upon reflection

Used for my skin they were shedding theirs.

Also a bite of redemption and i mention that i deserved the sentence

Another bite of reasons for reasons sake

And the fifth snake was jealous of the life we make.

Poem 4

Tell me what your name is

Now tell me what you do

And what did you before this?

If same i will judge you.

And when i'm asked these questions

I hope that i can give

An answer worth judging

That no one else can live.

Train

Am i going home to where i belong

Or has home become a memory i am visiting

A stop on the line at nostalgic junction

Of wgere i grew and where i knew

But not so anymore.

Home long ago left, and waits patiently for arrival

While my heart remains a train, crawling all the way

Until one day it settles at the station.

Poem 5

I hate public transport because

It sometimes smells

And it's always uncomfortable

And it's rarely early

And the ticket mans lairy

And there's nearly nearly always

A surly horrible drunk.

I hate public transport because

Kids kicking my seat

There's no room for my feet

And the fat man's taking up room,

Got too many bags, not enough hands

And my ticket cost me over forty quid.

Writings

Over the next week or so I'm going to be posting poems, stories and general bits of writing i gathered over the summer. At the moment they're all inside an illegible sketchbook.

block

i'm feeling quite creative
but i can't think of anything to write
and despite some ideas that might
or might not see the light
all i can think about is writing a list of stuff i need to do tommorrow...

LINKS to Films for REVIEW

who cares;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMY3pIxLfuw

selfish memory;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvyzpjDWMps

a clown, a man, a rant;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQTFiqzAq00

liverpool to leeds;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxCE49NjFaQ

Liverpool to Leeds

This is the bike i rode 75 miles from Liverpool to Leeds. The video is now up on this link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxCE49NjFaQ

Collaboration

Nick De Jasy sat down in soul cafe the other day and mentioned he was looking for someone to dress in a gorilla suit, enter a room alone with someone they had never met (also in a gorilla suit), and interact with the objects in there without communicating in anyway other than monkey languages. I said I would do it.

Sunday morning I wake up with a call from Nick with only about an hour to get to his. I was fucked and although it wasn't an early wake up, I'm not usually in a and e til 9am with Duncan who, the previous night had gone samurai on a banana and cut his finger open resulting in 6 stitches from Joyce.

Anyway at Nicks he gave me a quick brief, basically don't touch the cameras and don't speak in any language. 

It was the weirdest thing. I entered the room in gorilla suit and mask to find an identically dressed being. We were shut in for 15 minutes or so and proceeded to smash plates, throw bananas, throw paint, set fire to things, smash plates with a golf club, smash glasses with a dogs toy, slide on the floor, fail to drink coke, bang on the windows at people in a cafe, smash more plates and generally sweat a lot inside the suits. Once the 15 was up Nick came in and we were de masked and introduced to each other. Dave turned out to live 10 doors down from me which was weird.

We both concluded that the experience was very weird and that we had been quite reserved with our smashing. We were dissapointed to have missed the oppurtunity to smash a tv with a golf club but we had both thought it was part of the set up and didn't want to risk it.

It was an interesting project to get involved with and because of Nick's organisation there were no problems on my behalf as a participant. it was a good collaboration to be involved with and I walked away with my creative mind buzzing. 

gay down syndrome porn addicts

I was enjoying a coffee with my friend Tom outside Soul Cafe on Bold St today discussing the problem of first time suit buying. An old man came out into the seating area and I over heard him say to a group of girls "Oh there's no seats, but when your in your mid seventies you learn not to give a shit" He then sat down opposite in a chair that became availible and after getting Tom to set the time on his mobile phone, taking the piss out of the leftovers of nail varnish on his hands and briefly talikng about his own supply of nail varnish remover and shampoo indebted to him by his grand daughters, the conversation swiftly ( and I'm still not sure how) turned to gay down syndrome porn addicts. Initially I inteneded on drinking my coffee as quickly as possible and making a dsah for it but i'm glad we didn't because he did have point, which he explained. It turned out that he was a lecturer at Liverpool uni and also ran a drama class of which one of his male pupils has down syndrome and is gay. Understandably (explained the old gentleman) it's difficult for this lad to meet and form relationships because (as i imagined) there aren't too many gay people with down syndrome. So this must have been a problem ... but according to the old bloke it has been solved... by the internet. The lad has been introduced to pornography on the internet which has helped him with sexual frustrations. This is obviously a good thing for him however apparently he has become an addict and has no moderation in the amount he uses xrated sites and more importantly where he uses them. Apparently when staying at his cousins he was using the computer in the living room, with others in the room, he began masturbating in front of them all. Despite a few incidents like these though I think it's a case of how much good the internet and technology can do.

The old man also talked about how he visited east germany before the wall came down and how he met underground artists who were illegally making art. Anyway this encounter has made soul cafe (bold st, liverpool) one of my favorite places to go.