21... Joe Smoe

The search continues,
Not for Joe, thats for sure.
Joe ain't worth knowing,
Moronic to the core.

Dealing with Joe,
Nightmare!
Rotten jobs, left for Joe,
get away for fresh air.

Just blow the freshness,
Feel its power,
Its toure de force,
Ultimate power in the highest degrees.

Joe doth anger my person,
Joe stuck in the hole,
Hole of everyday life,
Joes mate, not always an atypical Joe though.

Public eyes don't view whole pictures,
Much blinded by Bob media,
Publically known joes,
Believe bullshitting Bob.

much to learn you have Joe,
But your idle brain is washing,
Bobs clothes for far too long,
So, JOE is most certainly stuck.

No doubt!! Low down!

20... Verse production

Try write a verse,

This mind has a curse,

Could it get any worse,

Read in the next verse.

Am I a product,

Of the modern age.

Made, created and blended,

The new way.

Dreams of forever better things,

Thoughts of new perfection,

Fill the minds of many,

Hardly achievable.

It isn’t too much to ask for,

Complete happiness?

Without care of bother,

About earning the next dollar!

19... Laughter

You can’t have too much,

You can’t!

Side splitting,

Barrels of fun,

Comes from within,

Forged by others,

Out of control,

Just don’t laugh!

Not impossible,

Just difficult.

18... Rich Veno Delights

Made with love,

Grown on vines,

Ripened in the rosy sun,

Full of flavour with every glass.

Juicy bouquets of taste,

Deeps reds and crimsons in colour,

Blends of richness,

and all traditionally created.

So varied, oh so varied.

But does cost,

Account for quality,

Sometimes!

Robert Beef in English,

But it’s French,

Yes,

And I am English.

The best I've ever tried,

Twas like heaven sent,

Angels playing trumpets,

in my mouth, nose and brain.

Spirals of gold and silver,

My mouth rolls with flavour,

Oh to find such treasure again.

Dreams are made of this!

17... Mud will never get me down

Here we go, girl in hand, ready for a band,

Tent, boots and fun all ready to go,

Just don't give me that curse again,

What, oh no, not again!

As the rain fell, the mud grew,

As the mud grew, the hearts dampen,

As the hearts dampen, the laughter dries,

But wait a spot of sun and the word...

Glastonbury is HAILED,

And the crowd roared.

And roar they did,

Roared so loud they went horse,

But still they march on,

In search of hedonism,

in the highest degree.

One of few places left for pure fun and love,

Fun is great but love is the key.

Its all nearly over, ready to return to normality,

The fun dies,

But the love will forever prevail.

16... Unwanted use

Movements of motionless,

thoughts of an idle brain,

desires of the unmotivated,

dreams of the dead.


All equate to not much,

Will without wisdom,

Clouded judgements,

leading to emotional unrest.


Want something more than this?

Then think again,

and again and again,

For you are stuck in the trap of poor ideology.

15... Charvey

Abuse and dread,

From the boy with the capped clotted crown,

Get stuffed you burberry ned,

His aim, to bring me down.


Down to the level of muck,

He swings, I duck,

It fires again,

I move, followed by a combination of ten.


Ten fingers in the face,

Two fists to put him out of the race,

Is it enough, two blows,

Not sure, but here goes.


Feet and fists fire back,

But accuracy this boy does lack.


Right back at ya with a ferrocious attack,

Ones and two, then finished with a shoe,

Now what to do,

Esacpe the scene and get clean.

14... Floating on Frequencies

Sounds are so harmonious,

just flowing through the air,

Transverse in Waves,

Dreams of better days,

Sweeps you away,

To a better place now,

You'll be back in an hour,

best enjoy this time,

It doesn't last forever!

13... Fermentation

That sweet sweet taste,

Just doesn't get boring.

Apples, malt and hops

All make for lovely ingredients.


Pour, settle,

Release flavour in the glass,

Drip, pop, fizz,

And now enjoy.


Grown to please,

Made to earn,

Taxed to hell,

Loved much.

11... The idea’s man

Ideas are great,

Creation along with much skepticism,

Not all ideas are for the good of mankind,

Destruction is just as easily obtainable from our thoughts.


War, poverty, greed and hate can be created.

Peace, happiness, contentment & love are created.

Ideas help so much, yet we are surrounded by sorrow,

It’s so easy for sin to control our actions.


I believe its obtainable for this dreaded world to change,

Revolutions happen, happened and will happen again,

It is here we learn change is dramatic

Change will happen…


For the great of human nature?

Who knows? Only time and ideas will speak up for them self!

10... A global issue

Every day we are getting closer,

Closer to the end of the road,

Sad it may seem, but very true,

Truth is something so easily blinded by the media.


We are now in a era of change,

Change will be there, but urgency is setting in,

For many the effects are so great,

They won’t even see it coming.


Shame, I feel,

Shame we can’t all work together in such provocation,

Shame it may end sooner than expected,

Shame we will all lose everything is that is so special.


The world will end, just a matter of how long,

How long can we keep up this total destruction?

Not long, not long at least if we let it,

I’d say it was worth saving, life is worth saving.


Work together, life succeeds,

Genetic makeup prevails,

Money takes over, oxygen disappears,

Intellectual genetic code burns and so too does the human race.


Burns to a crisp; just molecules, matter and a disserted planet live on...

9... The concept of war weakens me

The concept of war weakens me

Weaken I say, weaken,

Its sick, sick I tell you.

World watch out,

No-one watches out for you.

Strange, but most war situations,

Are solved at the conference table.

It weakens me because it seems so simple,

To discuss before death occurs,

Simple but never done.

Death is accustomed to birth,

Beautiful birth exists,

While painful death is a reality.

Dealing with both is hard, no doubt,

Nothing prepares us for it,

It must be experienced firsthand.

Watch death in the face,

It turns my stomach,

Watch birth,

It pulls my heart strings.

Strange how crying is not just down to pain,

But also shows pure uncontrollable emotion.

Birth is just so magical, hard to explain,

Amazing in every way, never forgotten.