Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Inspired by

You look at me with eyes so curious and reserved,
I wonder how you perceive this human you observe.
Beneath the sea of green, a wariness much like my own,
Guarded by a look of strength, emotions unknown.
You behold the world with a wisdom, a slight air of knowing,
Such elegance yet frailty, your gentle poise is showing.
Tell me how you see this life,
In black and white i hear,
What could possibly interest you so and put that marvel in your stare?
Could i swap with you a while?
Rid this jaded human form,
Step down to your size
Strip this feeling so forlorn.
Id like to see the world from your perspective,
Discard this cynical point of view,
And live a tranquil, easy life,
In content and peace..
Like you

Pet peeves!

1. Shopping trolleys with one bad wheel As if shopping isnt stressful enough, hardley makes for a pleasant shopping experience when you have to wrestle the trolley round the store because out of the thousands sitting there glistening, you happen to choose the one with the dodgey wheel. As if to further mock you, it decides to remain annonymous until the trolley is half loaded with a mountain of junk food and a tube of caniston duo sat proudly on top. A particuarly horrific shopping experience of mine entailed numerous chaotic scenes. A tricky maneover around a perfectly arranged display of arse wipes, results in a near miss of me getting half a warehouse of double quilted velvet in my face. Speeding down the fruit and vege isle, a momentary distraction curtosy of the phallic fruits section, leaves me with a split second decision to make. vere left and squeeze past a woman that, frankley should have her own postcode, or make a sharp turn right and risk maiming a small child. I opt for the lesser of the two evils and leave the enormous woman face down amongst the mangos, in doing so collide with a stale grey cloud and realise i've just mounted an old dear. Now stripped of all my dignity, i abandon the troublesome trolley and leave empty handed, deciding to place my shaken faith in a wilko's wheely basket.

2. People who give their children obscure and wierd names We all know how cruel children can be at school, so why make yours an easy target? That poor child has to live with a ludicrous name until they are old enough to have it changed. You are not making a bold, individual statement or setting a new trend by naming your child something that could easily be used in the next lemmings game or mugwi movie, like Dweezil, Rumer or Moxie. And as delicious as you think youre darling cherubs are, it is not acceptable to name them after fruits or herbs such as pear, apple or sage.

3. Shop assistants desperate to sell Sometimes a shopper just wants to casually browse, or discretely admire the latest expensive garment to add to the everincreasing wish list, I for one do not need to be hounded by an over-enthusiastic shop assistant, desperately trying to find something to compliment about my figure and lulling me into a false pretense until i feel the garment is a must-have. I end up trying on sizes that are always shockingly small and aimed at stick thin models, whilst blissfully unaware of the price tag which is of course ridiculously too large. Worse yet is the feeling of guilt after having to come out the changing rooms with a feeble weak excuse that the pattern wasnt quite centred enough..when of course, the real reason is that it was 5 sizes too small and way out of your price range.

4. Bald men who have pony tails It looks like a bald cat stuck up a turkey and its seriously not attractive. I know you feel as if youre holding on to the last bit of fadeing youth by keeping a few strands of thinning locks, but in fact it makes you look older...and desperate to resist natures way. Go bald!! It can be quite appealing ;)

5. Orlando Bloom Dramatic over-actor that tries to hard. Sure, hes nice to look at....but the appeal stops there.

I hope you found amusement in my mishaps and slandering. What a relief that we live in such a facist world ;)

Sunday, 29 November 2009

Getting there


Okay so i decided that after years of being envious of gifted individuals, im going to learn acoustic guitar. I should admit in fear of misleading you to commend my determination, i have tried before and failed miserably at trivial basics such as plucking a string right or even reaching over the huge body of it, and with a swift severance of patience I scrapped the persuit immdediately.
I have lived in awe of those possessing unearthly talent, the greats such as Jimi Hendrix, Joe santriani, steve vai, slash and the most underrated bon jovi guitarist Richie Sambora. Therefore I believe its about time i got my name in neon lights next to theirs, so to speak.
I dubiously picked up an old, dusty and shamefully neglected set of strings and picked my brain for a half learnt tune...of all songs my memory could have chosen, i recalled the ridiculously hard guns n roses sweet child of mine. Needless to say, that session didnt last long. So i turned to what i always turn to in times of need...facebook, and posted a status regarding my fledgling hobby...soon enough i had offers from many a rocking friend offering to teach me all the wise ways and means to be a guitar god.
The next day i set off for college with a smile and carrying the trusty old guitar, on the way to meet my future bandmates. 3 hours, 3 coffees and 4 sore fingers later, i had learnt the intro to Shinedown-45 and with much persuasion and shameless begging, got said friend to write the tabs down so i could master it at home in privacy without people laughing at my pathetic excuse for strumming.
And here i am, 4 weeks later, and im just past the prechorus, yet again sick with envy after watching the talented people on youtube, not only perfecting the chords but singing along too.
My stubby digits wont stretch from fret 3 to fret 5 for the most played chord of the chorus but hey...ive learnt what a capo is, mastered a G chord and i can name every part of an acoustic (the overall name for mine is Blue, which came to me in a stroke of genius after observing the colour of its soundbox...)
One day ill rock it ;)
Ill keep you posted on my progress haha.

Monday, 16 November 2009

Existing

It pains me to breath in when you're not breathing the same air,
it worries me to sleep when i know you're not there,
it hurts me to cry when you can't wipe away my tears,
however will i cope until you get here,
i close my eyes and focus on the ache,
I can hear a shattering sound as my heart breaks,
I try to feel your arms around me, or imagine your kiss,
but without memory of your touch, hope does'nt exist,
I try and fall into the song,
and absorb the words into my soul,
but listening without you just feels wrong
and it does'nt bring you close enough,
the song cant make me whole,
I run into the night to leave the pain behind,
but my feet stop running
my body and mind collide,
if i lay here on the ground, still enough to fool them all,
will the angels think i died for love and dutifully send you to my door?
I search for a way of bringing you into my life,
I make up memories of us, past all this strife,
yet reality shows no mercy
and it drags me from my sanctuary,
God, speed him to these open arms
please...show some sympathy