Nandos Lunch (Boem with Mr Amarpreet Basi)

From auspices of finance and technology

Five individuals walk steadily

Towards an eatery which quite readily

Provides, a forum, a tangential menagerie.

Four carnivores and one infidel

Hunger to quell and anecdotes to tell

We join a snaking line-up

Pondering orders and making rhymes up

Like itchy itchy itchy itch

Can't stand that chicken witch

The service is making us twitch

Smile and bring me my sandwich!

The vegetarian is screwed

He's the last one to get his food

The meat eaters produce sounds erogenous

As they tuck into pounds of bird flesh oleaginous

Finally mastication and ingestion subside

All parties gastronomically supplied

Their wanting souls, engorged, revived

Debates of chickens willies spring alive!

But once we cross the mezzanine

We're sadder then we've ever been

Into the bowels of our foul employer and enemy

I scowl: Nandos is all but a soiled memory

Ahhh the old tale rolls on...

Friday ends like a gliding swan

Weekend free time is available

Ponder what will be on next Friday's table...

Living with Mr Panic

Living with mr panic
I'm going fucking manic.
Nails rip my skin like the titanic

Tearing through ice,
So sweetly relieving
Pleasure through pain
Deceitful soul cleaning

On the outside he smiles
On the inside the churn
Tearing you to pieces
So slowly you learn.

That in this life at least
Doing your proud human best
Never will you sit calmly,
Completely at rest.

Introducing signor panic
Frightfully funny old chap
He melds with the shadows
Before constricting an attack!

At the local asda
Or in the dark streets
He raises your pulse
Triggering internal alarms to beep.

The strikes outwardly silent
Inwardly very profound
They wave at you first
Before striking you down.

How do you protect
Against such a terrible chap?
You shove him away
But the bastard comes back.

A moment of calm
Is all I desire
Away from this monster
And his cruel soul fire...

He comes all the time now
Clasping the key with a grin
To my heart gaining access
My soul, in tears within

Did I sign a contract
With this terrible foe
Live my life with mr panic
Lord of sorrow?

I hope that I didn't
And the time has not passed
To kill that mother fucker
And find peace at last.

Poem on the toilet...

The air once quiet, fills,
With the shallow breaths,
of men in white cubicles.

Reading the paper,
Taking the trouble,
To fight the dreaded anal cheek shuffle.

The waste coming out,
Trundling along,
Without a shout,
It sings no song.

The men continue the squeeze,
Their bottoms silenced,
Just as their persona?
Frightened of the slightest misnomer...

The battle weary tire,
The doors begin to yield,
And with a terrible shout,
Faeces strikes the watery field!

Oh what a game!
why do they do it?
Who can hide truly,
that they blew it?

Why do they hide that pleasure within?
Oh please Let it out...
Better out than in!

The Ways

Language, tounge and dialect,
Spoken in rhyme and rhetoric,
Turned by the layman and politic,
To all through Einstein and bullshit.

Moves, action and change,
Simple, catastrophic and framed,
Takes us from here to there,
Leaving us stranded nowhere.

Doors, streets and stairs,
Lead to palaces, sewers and lairs,
Of the nicest and most beastly of foes,
We consume our story so.

Me, you and they,
Wander through humanity's days,
What a strange old place,
Heaven or a damn disgrace?

The Proud Adaption

Temper your mind and soul compatriot
The criticism does not matter
Balance yourself on this sinking ship friend
Climb up and away from the clutter.

Smile wide on the outside and be strong
Grow your muscle, wealth and stability
Cultivate your crop and provide dear one
Gain respect and up your social mobility.

Defend your friends and neighbours comrade
Make sure that you are all healthy
Look out for even the meekest one
This is what will make you wealthy.

One day the hierarchy will change
And you may no longer be the wise one
For this reason you have to hope
That the one who will, reads this song.

Life is like a lego collection brother
It's existance continues in flux
Castles become beaches and spacecraft
Little yellow men turn to dust.

Humanity is like lego uncle
Except to us it is life
You need to realise your place in it cousin
Hold your head high in the strife.

Unlikely advice

Calmer under criticism,
Calm in your mind.

Balancing personality,
Approach the divine.

Smile on the inside,
And on the out.

Stand taller and prouder,
Surer and stout.

Score more goals,
win more prizes.

Get noted and selected,
for your endeavour and wiseness.

Improve your bank balance,
Strive for the top.

Beat your opponents,
Directly or just knock them off.

Then when you have,
What you worked to achieve.

Please let me know,
Of secrets up your sleeve.

I've been looking,
And I just can't find.

The tonic that will forever,
Sooth my mind.

Search in the Shadows

Broadly speaking i'm a lonely man,
I wish I had more time on my hands.
I know no fashion, have lost the thread,
Of dialects and how to connect.

I've read a classic, and taken a look,
At apparently inspiring books.
Full of many complex words,
I read eagerly even though perturbed.

The books and films all digress,
Into what amounts to more or less,
A scheduled walk around the block,
Another week of tick, tick, tock.

It seems to me that no one knows,
Or no one thinks about their throws,
Of death that they will finally meet,
When flesh meets dust and thoughts cease.

Am I completely alone,
On my pretentious throne,
Do others think the same,
I worry I might be insane.

I want to meet the father, son and holy ghost,
I want to hear what i want most.
Why am I here?

Sense Balance

Sweet flowers spawn sweet desires,
Golden sun feeds magic,
Pure water cleanses souls, inspires,
A warm smile makes you ecstatic!

Rotten eggs breed rotten heads,
Stinking fish starts dripping,
Mouldy cheese makes weak knees,
Death by my soul itching.

My life is full of good and bad,
This is often quite confusing,
I kick back with my guitar and start to sing the blues again.

Hands and faces

Tick, tick, tick
Tock, tick , tock
Sitting here looking at clocks,
Not the ones with hands and faces,
But people evolving, turning and aging.

The first second strikes,
It's all smiles and cheers,
Miracle of life brings us to tears.
But why does it do this, what is its power?
Do we see our true desire?

Moments pass, we forget the thought,
Wipe away tears and stand up tall,
Walk through the valley and learn to forget,
We are now masters of pain and regret.

Finally the horizon starts to glow,
Lighting the place we all go,
I hope you are ready, and enjoyed the walk.
The clock again begins to talk.

Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tick, tock,
Tick.

Morning is Broken

Morning is broken oh what a morning
Blackbird has spoken for the last time
Praise for the factories, praise for production
Praise for the capitalists mining our minds

Sweet acid rain falls, high from the heavens
Sold as sacred, blessed by our Lord
Falls on our children, praise for our bosses
Lining their towers, with ivory walls

Mine was the sun light, now I have phonecalls
Sold as the fine life, subsistence sublime
Think every morning, where you are going
Think every morning, you could be more.

Water Touch

I'm still water,
A calm forest pool,
I'm still water,
No need to move.

Sometimes thrilling water,
Rushing past your ears,
Then as lovely water,
I wash away your tears.

Usually lost water,
I slip through the stones,
And also sad water,
Which no body knows.

When I'm fiery water,
I burn your toes,
I'm the devils daughter,
Enraged by coals.

I've flowed down valleys wide and mighty,
Over mountains bold and proud,
Through the hairs of a maidens head,
Places forever untold.

I am just water and forever will be,
Well... that is my life described aquatistically.

The Start

The start is white, the canvas clear, innocence is true.

The end is black, the art complete, the question has not moved.

The course is grey, the lines unclear, objectives in the shadows.

The start has passed, the time is now, to build up to the gallows...