The complete truth


I honestly do not care about anything.
Nothing has flavour; nothing matters.
I do not care about a thing.
I could live or die; I don’t mind your disasters.


I could be happy, or I could cry.
It’s not in my eyes, but from my mind.
I could have written a better line,
But tell me please, who has the time?


I could love, but what is the point of that?
I could give someone a hug, but no-one is worthy.  Just stand back.
Do not get too close or the truth will have to be exposed.
I truly don’t hate you, but well, you know.


Apathy for apathy’s sake.
Rip out my heart so I can throw it away.
Punch me hard in my expressionless face.
I do not care if I have a nice day.


It’s not dislike; it’s not like you did anything wrong.
It’s just every single thing in the entire world is gone.
It all means nothing, I do not care.
I don’t want to shame you, when you say cut my hair.
There truly is no point, it really doesn’t matter.
Believe me, I could show up with green teeth, a disease
And my hair all matted, face unclean, with clothes all torn.
They have never been ironed, because I was never taught.


At the end of the day I could get fired
And I wouldn’t have the tiniest bit of sadness for the loss.
I will gladly accept it because I am so bored of liars.
Tomorrow should be something to look forward to,
But it is not.


So empty inside, but I have to smile.
I have to ask how are you, it’s been a while.
I leave no question mark because the answer does not interest me.
For this I no longer have any empathy.


I could explain, but I will not.
You do your own thing and get lost.
All you say is falling on deaf ears.
I am not listening, so do not expect tears.


Maybe I am a psychopath; I have no remorse.
Compassion I lack, how do you feel about that?
I exist inside all these flaws.
Are you answering?  I am mute, step back
And keep on walking in any direction.
I have no desire to make any kind of connection.


If you get too close, you will see on closer inspection,
That there is no lie here to be found, because this is perfection.
The antipathy of a verse of truth,
Written with a clarity of thought absolute.


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Continous rhyming


Misplaced the pennies I saved up to buy me a dream.
Lost all the marbles I tried to keep inside of me,
But nothing tastes like home
And nothing outside can beat my dome.


People in corners tell secrets you don’t want to hear.
Liars and truth sayer's speak words like they are diarrhoea.
Love’s Angels sing at night and I want to smash them with all my might.
**** all the goodness and split open all of the sores.
Wounds never heal when you are fighting for the wrong cause.


Rivers always flow; the wind it always blows,
But lonely as I am, I’ll never admit to defeat
And happy as I am, you’ll never see me in the street.
A ghost man with no name,
I have no interest in fame.
Just give me the money to buy myself out of this job.
Just send me the freedom I need to write the stories that I want.


The things we dream in dreams,
Are never quite what they seem.
Met me a reader who has never written a thing.
Wannabee singer; I wrote lyrics, but I could not sing.


Losers lose their mojo; don’t ask me where it goes.
Princes in palaces; I want everyone to go!
Princes and paupers are all the same when the end comes.
Death is the eternal entity and the end of all fun.


Everyone wants to live a life without the struggle and doubt,
But life is a razor and we stand on the edge waiting to be taken out.
Love is memory I hope to God I never feel again.
Continuous rhyming…same ol’ same…


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Global Extinction


The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.


When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.


The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.


No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.


I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they **** the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.


Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction!  No more contradictions.  
No more self-punctured nails.


Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary.  If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.


Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.


All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.


The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…


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Tiger


From the darkness comes a sound.
A heavy footstep on the ground.
The Earth it shakes and twigs are heard to break
And all the animals quickly run away.


From the shadows there comes a growl,
From a beast so deadly foul.
It moves so slowly as it prowls,
In search of something to ****; its face a picture of scowl.


Within the trees it is camouflaged.
It blends into the background
And from the jungle there comes an “arggh!”
A man to death is eternally bound.


The claws that rip and tear at skin,
Before the teeth sink deeply in,
To such soft flesh; the touch of death
And at the end there is little left,
To ever say man stood at this point.
The bones skinned bare of muscle on joints.
All that remains is the sleeping tiger, next to a pool of blood.
He is the lone survivor, for this is his neighbourhood.


Later as the tiger leaves,
The remains remain hidden behind the trees
And all that was, is no more.
All that is left are the prints of the paws,
That lead away through leaves of green.
A broken path is all that is left to be seen.


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All abuzz about a bee


The name’s Humble B. Bumble; welcome to my mall.
How do you do?
If there is anything that you need, I am sure we have it for you.
Need a fresh *** of honey to go with your food?
Not a problem, keep the bottle; I saved this one especially for you two.


Do you need to buy your honey something new?
Not a problem, all honey is good here, I can make honey too.
If you see something you like, I am sure we can find you a good price.
The sugar sure is nice; we just got this frozen stuff,
You won’t believe your eyes!  
They call it ice;
It keeps the water cold
And you just need to add flavour to savour,
The refreshment of your soul.


Your honey’s no good here; the first drink is on the hive;
But I must insist after that, your wallet must appear
And please do not drink honey and then dive.
I will have the bar-staff make you something to drink
And when you are feeling all warm and fuzzy inside,
There is a quiet section for you to sit and think.


Only you can decide what will bee next on your shopping spree.
We’ve got ‘Beegee’s and Banana’ and ‘Our-army’ suits.
There is the Jumper Gotye fashion store
And Kelvin Flies if that is what suits you.
Gooey has more high-end goods, if you have got the honey to spend.
Whatever you need, you will find it here at the ‘All A Buzz’ Mall,
PO Box 3B, Fly Mile End.


If you live in the sky and want to bee a diner,
Then you won’t find a place that is finer.
If these syrupy sweets are not at all to your taste,
Maybe you could think about some bling for your wings?
We have the little shop of forgotten treasures;
I am sure we can find whatever you need or think,
Would improve your life.  Our doors are always open to new idea’s!
We work through the night, to fit your clothes, right on;
If you need a refund, we will always bee right here.
Here, take my card and don’t forget to mention my name.
The middle initial stands for Bee
And Y’all Bee sure to have yourself a nice day!


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Bee happily ever after


So Bee Bee was ready, the larvae were on the way.
She was worried about looking after new larvae;
But now all female bees could grow up to become mothers in the hive,
If they wanted to bee.
So the brood could bee smaller
And anyway…
Humble wouldn’t want it any other way.


Bee Bee was with the man that she loved
And Humble loved Bee Bee, oh so much!
But he was always worrying too much
And he couldn’t hide his true feelings;
Like when he was nervous, or when he was in love.


The midwife was there;
There was snow in the air.
The bees were all safe and warm indoors,
Waiting for the ones they already adored.
They had waited so long and now the day was finally here.
The nurse closed the door to all the waiting family and friends,
Who had been waiting for oh so long;
Humble had waited his whole life.
The midwife told them all jokingly, “Get out of here…
This may take some time…”


…As the doors once more opened,
Bee Bee lay there with Hope in her hands,
Giving her a hug.
Humble was sat beside her holding Ethan in one hand
And Fen in the other…
Two daughters, one son.
Two sisters, one brother…
Two proud parents…so in love…

One love…

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It’s good to bee home.


Home at last; how I have missed you all.
It has been so long since I was here.
Many days have passed;
Has it really been a year,
Since we last set eyes upon each other?
Oh wonderful home…
Oh!  Hello Queen Mother.


The Prince has returned to tell you of a future,
Where we leave this land and head to another.
I have found us a place to which we can migrate,
Where the sugar is plentiful…our new home awaits.


We must inform the others of our decision to depart.
Winter is approaching; it is time for our mission to start.
The scouts must bee sent to gather information about the destination.
There is a universe of wonders out there just waiting for us;
I have seen it on my vacation.


I have met many kind and wonderful folks,
On my journey around this world
And I have stood where our ancestors spoke.
I do believe I have discovered a place where we can finally rebuild.


There are other hives there;
Other communities to trade with
And in this land of sugar and honey,
We can all raise your brood of kids,
To become bees of great stature and substantial presence.
We will never go hungry.
Start the celebrations; we can all begin to dance
And sing our songs until we are ready to go.
The hive must start packing; we must head to our new home.


This hive is beginning to crumble;
This is no longer a place of bumble.
There is a new home waiting for us,
Beyond the edge of what we thought we knew.
Have faith in me, the time of change is here
And if you still do not believe in me,
Then send others to confirm my truth.


Our friends and family are waiting for us to arrive;
Please give the order to prepare to leave the hive.
Will we all wait until we are nearly all gone?
Or will we move as one…?
I think it is time for us all…
To fly to our new home.


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