A lonely robot.

Robot lonely, robot blue
He can’t compute things as I do
He tries to love and think and feel
But none of his insides are real

How he’d love to smile or laugh
And stumble upon his other half
But this is not a fight he’ll win
This robot is made chrome of tin

How he’d like to feel the touch
Of someone that he loves so much
But he will never know the taste
Of someone’s loving, warm embrace

This robot wants to have some fun
But that is not programmed to run
His misery is pure tyrannical
A clockwork life that’s just mechanical

Robot lonely, robot blue
It’s really sad, I feel for you
A lonely life of tin and chrome
You’re destined forever to be alone.

The march of the greats?

Tortured and beaten, murdered then eaten

These are the findings from books I am reading

Tearing up anyone from all to sundry

What if I end up like Theodore Bundy

 

Outside perfection, inside rejection

Breaking down safety for my own protection

Put my restraints to the ultimate test

What if I end up like crazy Fred West

 

Faster and faster these thoughts they keep coming

A theme tune of murder, is that what I’m humming

Building up to a crescendo of drama

Will I become the next Jeffrey Dahmer

 

Chewing my words so I keep them all in

Confessing my sanity, never my sin

Living in darkness almost every day

Should I now change my initials to read B.T.K

 

What’s living inside, must I now run and hide

I can’t suffer these rules that my fears have applied

Increasingly dark and disturbingly shady

Just fifty percent of ol’ Hindley and Brady

 

A million thoughts in my head start to hatch

Thinking up ways for untimely dispatch

Removing all clues so there’s no way to trace me

Did this run the mind too of dear John Wayne Gacy

 

A policeman emerges, steps from the red mist

And handcuffs are forcibly snapped to my wrist

A torrent of bodies and lifetime of rapture

All led up to my inevitable capture

 

Perhaps I’ll get life or maybe I’ll hang

But I hope they shoot me – go out with a bang

For all the lives I took, by means of my stealth

The only one I really killed was myself

Lost and found. 

So I found my head today, and amazingly it was still full of my old thoughts! Didn’t recognise it at first, seems like such a long time ago that it went away. I’m not getting too attached to it though; I’ll probably lose it again soon. 

Viral.

You wanted to do something good for society, to give back, to replenish. You racked your brains and struck eureka. That’s it, you thought I’ll give to the homeless, to those less fortunate than I. They need my help, it’s up to me, I will do this and do good. So you drew out some cash and rushed to the store to get fruit, bottled water, toothpaste and toothbrushes, t-shirts, socks, trainers and blankets. And you set off to seek out those less fortunate and when you found them, you showered them with your good work, a shining example of humanity, well done you, well done. And when you got home that evening you thought about the wonderful things you did for humanity and those less fortunate as you uploaded it to YouTube and Facebook; #DOSOMETHINGGOOD and don’t forget to Tweet it, and Instagram because this is all about THEM, not YOU. And as the weeks roll, when the views hit over 6,000,000 you feel so good – you did it, you were a good boy, a good girl, you gave back, you weren’t selfish, look, look, there’s a video to prove it, here’s the link, love me, I’m great, I care, I really care.

Meanwhile, in another part of town another good boy, good girl silently step out of the supermarket with fruit, bottled water, toothpaste and toothbrushes, t-shirts, socks, trainers and blankets and they too shower the less fortunate with something good. And when everything has been given they silently return to their homes and say nothing. But you won’t ever hear about them or see their..

…good work.

 

 

A fair game. 

The grass has the rain, and I have..

The gin has the tonic, but I have…

The sun has the shade and I have…

The sand has the sea and I have…

The shorts have their vest and I have…

You have him and I have…

She has you, but I have…

Happiness has sadness and I have…

I have…

I have..

Actually, I haven’t.

Lorne. 

You laid me bare, I stared out and you wouldn’t look back. You made me cry. I begged at your feet and you couldn’t look back. 

The smell in the air, of the sea and the summer still lingers within, but you never gave back. 
And while I slept I only wanted your embrace. But I’ll never come back. 

Lorne. 

Sweet bitterness.

Enjoy it while it lasts, my dear, hold tightly, don’t let go

No matter if the rain is sheeting or if the harsh winds blow

Grip tight your hands around his flesh, those knuckles make them white

The sun won’t rise for many hours, endure this painful night

 

Who can say how this unfolds, this one may still turn two

Who knows if it will last much longer, I pity, pity you

Flash not your smile of ‘look at me’; your eyes appear so vacant

Your heart still only beats for you, so stupid, so complacent

 

You think you won the race, my dear, you think you found the end

But you don’t see the pitfalls and the wall around the bend

How happy you appear to be, fly up into your sky

Look down and see that others come and remember people die.