Two Poems

A quick break from Bitemarks to share some words and some poetry.

First off. What's new? Well. I think I mentioned I bought a new computer somewhere near Christmas. Since then I've bought a 5.1 gaming headset and today bought the Sims 3 with expansions. Hooray! Plenty of gaming fun which I'll no doubt find time for somewhere.
Then there's the ongoing dental work. I have yet another temporary filling plugging the hole that I'm still dubious even existed until it was drilled there by the dentist. ¬¬ I have that for a month when I get to have root canal surgery to remove the nerve in the tooth and hopefully, finally, get a proper filling in its place. I'm expecting to be in some pain that week (circa 18th March) so make a note that there probably won't be any Bitemarks at that point.
Other than that I found the time to do a little reading on brain structure. For personal research. :P
I was also pleased to see Terry Pratchett kicking up a media shitstorm by announcing his wish to undergo euthanasia if his mind deteriorates beyond his acceptable standards. Good for him. I'm all for assisted suicide.
I also inwardly cheered for the Sikh who won the right to be cremated on an open air funeral pyre of sorts, essentially rewriting Britain's laws on what consists a 'building' in that crematoriums (crematoria?) can now have a hole in the roof to comply with Sikh cremation rituals! Hurrah! A victorious blow not only for multiculturalism but also for people's right to choose. I've always fancied open air cremation myself. Congratulations Davender Ghai. there are still many people trying to oppose this but to honest... why? O_O People are so fucking picky.

And that's 2010 so far in a nutshell. On with some poetry. I have two pieces for you. Both are free verse. The first was just one of those 'It's 3am get the fuck out of my head so I can sleep' pieces. The second is a misanthropic view of the declining standards of modern Britain, covering alcoholism, knife crime, childhood obesity, pollution, ignorance, poor education standards, poverty, welfare and the failing economy, that was really just an excuse to have a good play with words and sounds which I haven't done for so long. ^^

Void

All he ever wanted was to dream
In pictures
Not words
Never ending lexicomanic obsession
And at night
Restless
Sleepless
He feels like he's falling
Tumbling through the void where his sanity once resided
They always said he looked vacant
And inside his head there's so much room
Where did all the memories go?

© Charon 2010

Rule Britannia

The Sceptered Isle
Now a septic pile
Of alcoholic sponges, vile
And bloated with bile
Devoted to defile
Carbon based knife forms
Hardened faced deformed crime spawns
Her Majesty's objectionable subjects
Doing life in housing projects
Mired deep
Dire, bleak
Their circumstances
Too weak
To take their chances
Sit and reek
Inked defeat on rancid skin
Patter of not so tiny feet
Let the next generation begin
Smell the meat
Our climate's changing
Recycled hope won't pave the streets
Of tomorrow's daydream
Scream
In frustration at the here 'n' now 'n'
Offer these thugs next decade's power?
As amnesty?
We'll see
When the unemployable have no one left
To pay for their enjoyable
Travail bereft existence
No public coffers to offer assistance
Persistent offenders
The last defenders
Of the crumbling empire
Rue Britannia

© Charon 2010