I call this poem: "Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance..."Without the police we would live in freedom but you’ll have to be high as a bird, the lost light that we miss within that chocolate sunshine kiss. Which takes us out from first to the worst, to be striped of class, to understand your minds not vast. Which the police imprison and in cast. To react then far to fast and end up back in the last, where we’re not free like first class cause the criminal justice system sucks arse. To be able to say that’s one unlucky day ill think you’ll find that the word is third.
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A poem I wrote whilst staning in the queue for my fav Drum and bass club, its called: "The tapestry of Fabric" enjoy.xxListening to the thoughts of other people’s conversations, soon come to realise there here to become one nation. Looking at my watch with shear frustration, knowing that very soon I’ll have a brand new occupation. It’s a shame these people don’t know more about drugs, we should all stand together and not bow down to the thugs. But with every splif we take more and more of a lug, twenty minutes have gone now and I’m inclined to call this guy bud. I’m glad we have phones cause without I’ll be lost, but have 60 quid reserved cause I know how much this club will cost. I’m starting to lie cause I’m bored and on my phone, I’m standing here in the queue united but alone...You make me wanna
Add to My Profile | More Videos This is my mate Joe, check out his myspace profile under Tendi ............................................................ ....."The I-am-bilical-cord"I reminisce on her sweet touch of kind, Why did she leave? going round in my mind! The answer to a question , I know I’ll never find. The sprightly iambic, which has captured my mind.
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I call this poem Moonlight,By Bachir Belghoul 09/08/06I wonder if I should die tonight, As I want to see that bright white light. I want to find love and happiness, That will guide my lonely heart. I want to see my dreams and fantasies, Come to me on its knees. I want to find a star that beckons me, And the route im supposed to take. I understand in this world I’m lost, But shall I end it at a cost. Will this prayer come true to me? And shall I keep hoping for a gift. Shall I let this beat play out? Fading down slowly from the rift. I don’t know how to compromise, So I’ll be left with a pile of shit. If only my prayers had been answered to me, Then the angels would have less to lift.
Movies:
Another Poem I wrote called The Sands Of Time 24/08/06 enjoy.xHow can I relay my thoughts to you, If I’ve forgot what I can remember. I could have been sitting here for days and months, In my mind it’s now December. I can close my eyes and think of things, That I could never believe was true. This acid is in my system now, And it will stick to me like glue. I’ll never forget the sites I saw, And the things I’ve come to know. Could this really be the end of me, And have I mastered the art of flow. Why are these questions in my head, Its happened I’ve lost the plot. I caught a glimpse of my inner soul, But now feel rendered to my cot. We felt like we had everything, Life’s tasks where with my hand. It took all day to realise, That my name was really Bash. I made the promise I always make, From now on I’ll stick to hash. I feel redundant and mesmerised, But it’s a birthday I won’t forget. My life became make believe, A sorry imaginative fact. A tiny dot on a strip of card, No bigger then a grain of sand. Another German master piece, No wonder this substance is band. It contains the things I want to see, And memories which I’ve repressed. I feel like this night is a game to me, I’m at the final level or test. It’s time for me to end this now, And re-integrate my soul. Will I ever be the same again, Only time will ever know.
Television:
This Poem I call Sunlight, its the much delayed response to moonlight, enjoy.x (23/10/06) I don’t wanna feel like this anymore, I feel like this has become the law. A governing force in charge of my body, A striking pain that’s become my hobby. The tears I cry overwhelm my soul, I loose focus of ambition and ultimate goal. Which renders me a fucking mess, Not a man just slightly less. I seem to have an ugly side, Bring back my beauty and sense of pride. I portray a slimy desperate bloke, Making cringe worthy and uneasy jokes. If only my inner soul I could let you see, Then I’ll know u would want to be with me. But how do I get to change myself, And get your love to be my wealth. Trying to kill this fake charade, As quickly as I can down a lemonade. So I can be the guy u want to love, I wish I can I ask the lord above. I hate the person I’ve become, A lazy good for nothing bum. Can u understand what’s wrong with me, What to change to make me be. Ask me why I feel like this, And don’t be shy just give me a kiss. Let me know I still have a soul, Then I can focus on obtaining, my every goal.
Books:
A Poem I wrote on 08/11/06 called: "The concrete football field" The hardest game in the world to me is played on a five and a half inch field, I tend to confuse myself in these situations and protect you like a shield...
Heroes:
"Dead Heat" 16/01/07..If I hate myself then how can I love you? If I can’t understand my self was what I said that true. I believe that there isn’t any hot warm air, I can’t believe I’m upset and you just don’t seem to care. What a way to come start my day, Dreaming about suicide is the way I seem to play....
