a Neonmeatdream

Looking back,
Through dusty spyglass,
I see the places,
The places past,
Peaking back,
Through the wrong lens,
Giants are reduced to men,
We have not changed,
Just in our face,
The creases in the mirror,
Tell us we have aged

When you rise
Flowers turn to face you
A million blades of grass
Each cry a single tear of dew
Upon our face
You light our joy
Our Sorrow
We are blinded
'til we see you tomorrow

I fed my greed on burgers and cakes
I fed my greed on fries
I fed my greed on ice cream
But he wasn’t satisfied

I fed my greed with trousers
Designer shoes,
Designer ties,
I fed my greed with Versace
But he wasn’t satisfied,

I fed my greed with houses
Buy to let and sell
Up and coming property developments
My greed had those as well

So I fed my greed on men and oil,
On blood and on death and on an honest mans toil
On bonds
On stocks
and on shares
and on loans
But my greed is still not satisfied
My greed just grows and grows

Doing (Bird) Time

When shall we be free?
To nest among the trees.
When shall our lives,
Be as pointless as the breeze?
To hear no tick,
No sweep,
No chime,
Unconscious of our prison of time.
So when shall we be free?
'cause I know when I sing to the birds,
They are singing back to me

Enthused by 10Loves10's seven facts and tagged to write my own, and since i have nothing interesting to say, here we are...

1. I am a musical genius(no proof required)coming to a town near you soon!

2. I live in a squat with two vegetables

3. I like cats

4. I don't like bitches

5. I can ride my bicycle for 15 seconds with no hands!

6. Music is the food of love

7. At the age of 13 I was cautioned for setting fire to the doormat of my local church with a lighter and a can of hairspray.

Okay anyway, now you've had an insight into my sad existence I'm gonna tag some people to do the same...and the lucky winners are:

Albert_Soviets
bwale
kafai
technomist
ouroborosis
tel1342
waves

If you're already included in someone elses list then ignore this or if not it's probably best if you just ignore it anyway.

Is life an endless circle of joyful depression? A carousel where the horse of life bobs you up for a moment then down again till the inevitable rise back up?
Is it possible for 'the happiest time in your life' to last longer than a week? A set of experiences presented in a particular picture frame, a sale that lasts for seven days only, and then the higher purchase rate of human mortality kicks in.
I have have been perfectly sad, when its so dark no chink of light can breach depressions impregnable walls. But even when bathed in joy and fluorescent radiance there is no perfect happiness as even a single ray of light will cast a shadow...