Losing Conscious Through...

You are a joy to my eyes
You are crafted well and smooth
Have I finally won my prize?
After years there's something to sooth
my worries, my fears and my pain
Let me grab you and smell your gas
let me swallow you, make me go insane
This night is for me and you, my shot glass

The Bai Ze Calls

The Bai ze Calls

Disaster, disaster!

Brexit is making Britain leave the EU faster

France and Italy join in the game

EU is now losing it’s fame

The Bai ze cries

Putin lies lies lies!

Creates anti-EU activism he tries

He can hold Latvia, Georgia and Ukraine

Sending his peace forces to drive people insane

Trump also is a leading liar

American shall not be involved in an invasion of Putin’s desire

Let your voice be heard this cannot have it’s way

Trust me please do, I’m the Bai Ze

Open & Closed Relationships

We locked the lock

It’s just us two

In only one bed

There’s enough to do

We unlocked the lock

I find more

In many beds

To much to adore

Blue Minty & Red Shots

Five were blue, the taste of mint I believe

An extra spike to the already heavy shot

Let’s drink them up slowly before we leave

Getting our money’s worth as they did cost a lot

Strange though as we did ask for six glasses

The sixth glass is red and not minty blue

Have we drunken through the blue minty masses

Last left is blood strawberry red for you

Why I'm Cold

If you are cold

Then your not thinking straight

So stop dreaming

Think “why am I cold,” while you stand and wait

“How can I be cold”

On a ordinary day like today

“What am I doing,

That makes me shiver away?”

NOW GET YOURSELF WARM

White Ceiling

On the bright white ceiling

I stare at with an exhausted feeling

I am so so so tired

But at least I’m finally hired

The job is driving bus

Around the town without fuss

The job I thought I could only dream

Now it is real or so it may seem

Polly & Olly

Red coat wearing Polly

Went for a walk with her brown dog Olly

Past parked cars and tall lorries

Knocking over some one shopping trolley

Helping the shopper was dear Polly

Wishing them a nice day and saying sorry

Next they made their way to the town’s quarry

That was the story of Olly and Polly