Ramble young man ramble Kik: ginge1959
Hate is a strong word. It shouldn't be used unless deserved. Some people in this world make me sick. How they can just treat you like a piece of shit. They want you there when they need you.
I'm here at a tie dye event. You better get an adults consent. There's gunna be a mess. But I must confess. This is why I came. The colours will be insane. See you soon. With a tie dye balloon.
Train to the big smoke. A big boiler to stoke. The trains horn loud and clear. Giving the kids excited fear. Off to London for the day. Even though the weather is slightly grey. We go with a smile.
There's a time to create and time to hate Tonight is for thinking not shrinking Time grow and go with the flow.
Haters hate. I sit and create. From writing to art. It all comes from the heart. Straight out of my mind. That's why you will find. Mistakes and imperfections. Under close inspections.
Travel is my fate. A plan I must create. To be free. To be me. With glee. Walk with smiles. Travel a thousand miles. By foot. Scenery to look. Upon with excitement. This is the path I have chosen.
Disappear it's not clear I'm gone and forgotten Designed to travel I have a world to unravel No time to explain My plan is plain I must go go go Into the unknown In the wild Like an exile.
Short sweet petite Life lived.
I'm in such a rage.
A place to see A place to be A place to live A place to love A place to stay A place never to pay A place called home A place always there after a worldwide roam.
I am a student of the world I yearn to learn I walk the earth In my educational search I wrote it all down Never with a frown Enjoyment in knowledge The universe my college.
Free like me. That's what I want to be. Free in my mind. All the time. Not hidden away. Speak the truth. Never afraid. Just live. Be me. Be free. If hidden away. Is a way. To say. You hate that you.
The sign of me. The sign of being free. The sign of being what you wanna fucking be. Don't do it to fit in. Do it because that's what you want to be. You want to be free. You want to be.
When I die I want to leave behind nothing only then will I feel I have lived the way I wanted to.
Small town thinking. Big time drinking. Over active fists. On these small town kids. The casual violence. Every night an ambulance. The casual racism. Is a lot like moronism.
With hope I attach this rope. Around my neck a life of neglect. All comes to a head I deserve to be dead. A life of struggle over with one last tussle. The chair breaks and all of life's hates.
So much hate For something you create It could be anything Even your wedding ring Could it be jealousy Or is this just a fallacy Who knows who cares.
Slumped in a chair. People may stare. People should stare at someone who cares. I decide to go up stairs. I get into bed. This time they call security instead. Department stores have changed.
Once in awhile. I change my style. Not because I'm a sheep. But because my old style puts me to sleep. I hunt high and low. For a style with flow. A style that might make me glow. And make people go.
Every day starts the same old way Birds singing in the month of may The suns shining over buildings Waking the millions I sit up double check I'm alive Disappointed another night survived I brush...
Every day starts the same old way. Birds singing in the month of may. The suns shining over buildings. Waking the millions. Brewed coffee sits in the pot.
The day of the dead Represented by the colourful head Or candy skull A day that's never dull A day to of remembering Not for the dismembering It's a celebration of death Of which no one should...
The sound in my ears. Is fucking deafening. It's the sounds of fears. This time there is no reasoning. The broken fingers. Caused by gnarly pincers. The battered bones. Look like clones.
With a life of crime. Comes the sentence of life which is fine. I deserve everything I get. I'm not going to protest. I'm not going to shift the blame. And name a name. It was that wrong.
One more knock at the door to make me think there could be more More to life not as much strife To hope and pray for a better day Live your life the way you want Don't live to life's everyday font.
Wow my two hundredth post. This is worth a toast. Never thought I'd get this far. A lot of them have been under par. I haven't been on my game as late. My poems have not been that great.
Fuck the rest. These were two of the best. They were strong. Never did anything wrong. They were taken away. They were lead astray. Destined to be lost. In the dark cold frost. Of the underworld.
Time takes it's toll Souls off for a stroll Into the darkness Out of the old carcass In to the new Looking for a better view Out with old in with the new The life that they knew Is in the past...
Attack this world crap. This a rhyme not a rap. Words followed up by meaning. One day it might be my video your streaming. Hard work and passion. Should be in fashion. Try your best.
A brand created A band hated A soul destroyed A bomb deployed A hate crime A lame rhyme All this crime In this time.
Sell your story To try and get glory In a shitty paper People will just slate ya People looking for 15 minutes of fame These people are all the same Some call them stars Their not fit to work in...
You'll never stop us. You'll never win. We will always sing. We will sing in the rain. Sing while causing pain. Sing when your ears are bleeding. Won't stop with your pleading.
Within the fashion world People are in a whirl When they discover The next vogue cover Is it a hoax. Is it April fools jokes.
A pirates life for me. A pirate I want to be. A cutlass in my hand. Burying treasure in sand. Where a patch over my eye. Fly the colours high. Skull and cross bones. Dragging people off thrones.
Create Don't hate Don't submit Commit Don't give in Try and win Be free With glee Be you Be you.
When will change come.
Time for change. Before I go insane. Sick of this place. Everything about race. Now it's clear. No time for fear. Time to move on. To stop being trodden upon. A new life is needed.
Got to get out. Of this town of doubt. This town changes us. We conform without fuss. Some people will never leave. As they have no tricks up their sleeve. I have I'm out of here. Finally I see clear.
Written for some photos I have just taken. Take a look in the mirror. Before you make others feel inferior. They look with hate. And stare at their own fate. Hating what they see. Wanting to flee.
Written for some photos I have just taken. Look in their eyes. You'll find all the lies. All the hopes and dreams. The tears run in streams. Lying to themselves all this time.
Written for some photos I have just taken. Searching for perfection. In your own reflection. Searching your complexion. To fill with deception. Without a care, you stare. Not sure of time.
Weight of the world A soul sold Fates intwined Nothing defined Life without them Is a life you don't defend A life with that one Is a life worth a sum.
Without my crazy mind I would never have found myself and in this way I would never have found you so you see my craziness and yours is important. It's vital. This is my mind on a page.
This is just a ramble On which I took a gamble Hoping you wouldn't run away Hoping you say 'Your crazy and that's alright with me' This will bring me glee.
I write this with honesty and with a head full those mad coffee thoughts which were promised to you but never came although if it's all the same I'd like to give them to you now on this page which...
Life's lie Last goodbye Hate going away But come next may Ill be back To pick up the slack Love is tough Love is enough.
Tough night Time to fight With myself Once more Throw myself To the floor I'm everything I hate Ironic fate.
Think I'm losing it so I won't bother with a title ill just leave it blank probably like you expression after reading this :). ---------------------------------. Day five of my book.
Beer beer you are so fine. Beer beer I wish you were mine. Beer beer you make me smile. Beer beer I'd go the extra mile. Beer beer I forgot you at the shop. Beer beer this poem must stop.
In the throws of passion. Anything can happen. You learn and grow. And make friend, foe. Never once question. This sexual suggestion. It was in your mind. So you must have wanted it at the time.
By making something's day You go the extra mile Come what may You make them smile Even if it puts you out Don't give it a second thought Don't have any doubt It's their smile you may have just...
Smiling is the way To start your day Without a smile You can't run that mile Without that wink In the mirror while you at the sink You need it to get through To stop feeling blue.
Don't know happened in my mind to come up with. I'm mixing this beat. It makes you want to move your feet. In this glistening heat. But for now take your seat. I've got something to say.
A world at war A world no more A war to bring knee to floor To bring a new world to explore Blood will spill They will get their fill.
The elephant called bee She only wanted to see She sang with glee And didn't flea As the hunters came And gave her a new name.
Foot caught in a bear trap. Don't know who to slap. Someone's gunna loose their job. And get a smack in the gob. Can't believe it's happened again. Always with who the agency send.
Rain pours down the window. I look out with such sorrow. I think of the better times. I think of the best rhymes. From the best minds. Of the best times. I think of people of the beat.
Here's a poem to brighten up your day Just remember what they say A laugh a day keeps the doctor away And a drink a day will make you sway.
He will take your spine. And he'll take mine. He won't care. If people stare. He laughs while you cry. You wish you could die. His will you can not defy. Your whole life a lie.
A creature is lurking is the darkness It will catch you and when it does your history.
#growinguppoor I grew up relatively poor and have been out of work and yet I don't remember any of this. Guess if your not lazy and have a bit of brain you can do anything.
I just want to ride I just want to glide From side to side By and by I just want to fly Up high in the sky.
I'm sitting at the top of the stairs looking out on to the ground floor of my house to take a vantage point and look at the life I am leading my dog, my best friend, sat beside me wondering what on...
The start My Grim Life Chapter one I had survived another day; I woke up as normal, shaved, showered and dressed in my cheap suit as normal.
Smokers smoke Others choke Swimmers float Flappers don't Some learn Some burn Others hide Others confide He finds She climbs.
Your vane, your insane You can't create Your all fake Orange 'tan' I'm not a fan.
Do you love anyone. Not even your mum. How about your son. O wait I know You love yourself so.
Been busy for awhile. Hopefully I'm back in style. This persona I've created. Always gets slated. But this is the real me. And I smile on with glee. Talk shit you like. Ill say 'on your bike'.
The freedom of the free That's what I wanna be When was the last time you felt free. When was the last time you just looked to see.
Two muddy dogs Just came in from their jogs Had to give them a bath That was a right laugh Now their both asleep Dreaming of something to eat All tired out from their jogs These two soggy dogs.
I'm talking to this girl called Jess. And I must confess. She's pretty cool. Even though she owns her cat cooking school. She knows to much about shoes. And she likes to confuse.
Memory foam Human clone Technology Helping Archeology Dinosaur bones Mobile phone iPads Ifads Stereotypical Life's dribble.
Blood donation Price inflation A nation failing Internet mailing Haters hating People faking War explored People adored Sleepless night Stupid fights World ends Message sends.
Finding love is like finding a dove. With a broken wing you take of it until it can sing. Once again hopefully it will be a friend. You find the bond that's so strong.
A world sublime. It's a world without crime. It's not getting punched in the face. Just for being the 'wrong' race. Colour of skin. Shouldn't matter a thing. Just like it doesn't if you can't sing.
No one is around today. So come what may. I'm going to have fun by myself. The poker cards have already been dealt. The dog doesn't want to play. So come what may. Ill find something to do.
It takes the same amount time to write a bad joke as it does to write a good one.
Sitting next to a bag lady on the way home. 'Chin up son your not alone'. As I've just lost my job. I wasn't shit and it wasn't my gob. The company close down. The director told us with a frown.
A world without money O how slummy The rich the same O what a shame No fame, No hate No one to discriminate Everyone the same With no one to blame.
This little mouse. Wanders about. Day in day out. Never sure. What he saw. Just clicks. All the ticks. Stays on his pad. This makes him mad. Double click. To watch the flick. Power down.
Goodnight from us Goodnight plus Good morning If I'm snoring Don't hate me Wake me Ill be late But of course that's fate.
I was thinking the other day all the books in the world and now there are devices that can hold loads of them on it's hard drive I hate this I'd rather have the book the batteries can't die in a book.
I have an idea for a book. It's not stole or took. It's a completely new idea. But your have to see to hear. It's a hard one to describe. And the final plot I have to describe.
Slow down its not a race Were all going the same direction just at a pace Life is life Troubles are rife Pain is all around Hate sounds surround When will it end.
Why is it when you see the police you always have your guilty face on. 'There gunna know I didn't put that rubbish in the bin I'm done for'..
The Wild West Deserved its rest Now we need it back Cowboys picking up our flack 'This town ain't bigger enough for the both of us' All this stuff, it's a must.
As nature grips the sullen tones of life.
Hello everyone we need your help. It's unfair the cards some of us are dealt. The struggles we go through everyday. Just for people to say. 'Look at that freak'. 'Their a right geek'.
My dog is creeping. While I'm seeping. She stands over me. Looking to see. Possessed to look on. While I dream in song. Maybe she's watching over us. She's an angel she must.
My brain has gone can't get anything out, the thought are there there just not falling out as normal.
Lizards seem pretty chill. Eating flys their biggest thrill. Sitting around keeping warm. But this one might not see dawn. This ones fucking with a lion. Compared to him a giant.
The company I work for is done. The company I work for wont seen the sun. The BBC just told me. Secretly I am filled with glee. I hate working there. You can't have your own flare.
My mate just started a job in a call centre now his whole life is a script he's trying to remember all the training and I've been helping and I notice that he can't stop speaking in script form,sales...
Our world has crumbled. Society has been rumbled. The world as we know is over. There's no one to control the mars rover. We all turn on each other. We all look for cover.
The light shone though my window I survived to see another day I get dressed clean the blood of my hands and face and come down to the breakfast table.
This is alot of rambling not really sure where's it's leading or if it makes sense any mistakes are there for a reason as this was passionately written in a few minutes.
I have stalker. She ms a right little talker. Won't leave me alone. Because she's alone. She's acting like a child. She's 33 and been defiled. She sends me photos of cats. And herself in strange hats.
This mans on a winner. He could do with being a bit slimmer. Hes on a roll. This was written on scroll. He knows he can win. The crowds sing. In his mind he's done it. His opponent knows it.
There was this yob. Without a job. He drank and smoked pot. He did this alot. His mum told him to go get work. He just stormed out, went berserk. No he sits in park drinking beer.
Your driving me round the bend. When will this end. I just have this text to send. Don't burn the bridges. You intend to mend. Don't burn them in the first place. Stop talking race. Your disgrace.