My brain is slowing down and I feel I'm in a rut
The lights are growing dim, the doors and windows shut
I feel the emptiness inside, the lack of life within
I wish it would all stop or maybe I wish it would begin
This fog has got me guessing, a travesty of mind
Like spinning in a circle, the exit I can't find
What the hell is going on, is my brain a dud?
The feelings in my heart and head have fallen with a thud!
I'm so sick and tired of this, I want to feel alive
But all I have seems dry and old, not likely to survive
This poem is just an outlet for all my loss and greif
Of what I'm note sure of, where is the belief?
Day after day, week after week, month after months and years
It seems to me to never end, like the ebb and flow of tears.
A string full of knots, a screen full of holes
Can't come to a conclusion.
Numbing like the bitter cold, frozen with confusion.
Friday, 10 August 2007
Monday, 6 August 2007
Necessary Suffering
We resign to the fact that lives will be lost
To satisfy cravings, no matter the cost
The voiceless will die,
No screams to be heard
Though the horror goes on,
Few people care
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Who said it was right to create life to take it?
To slit the lamb's throat to grill fry or bake it?
Take newborns from mothers,
Slaughter cows whilst with baby?
All for the sake of sausage and gravy!
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Watch the beast struggle
Whilst it's throat's being slit
Improperly stunned,
Struggling,
In agonizing pain,
Falling into the blood pit.
Thrown live into the scalding tank,
Soon this pain must cease
Poor innocent,
Never caused harm,
On her vile path to everlasting peace
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Maybe they haven't died in vain
Some good may come from all this pain...
Might end up in a recipe!
To satisfy cravings, no matter the cost
The voiceless will die,
No screams to be heard
Though the horror goes on,
Few people care
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Who said it was right to create life to take it?
To slit the lamb's throat to grill fry or bake it?
Take newborns from mothers,
Slaughter cows whilst with baby?
All for the sake of sausage and gravy!
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Watch the beast struggle
Whilst it's throat's being slit
Improperly stunned,
Struggling,
In agonizing pain,
Falling into the blood pit.
Thrown live into the scalding tank,
Soon this pain must cease
Poor innocent,
Never caused harm,
On her vile path to everlasting peace
Grown for our pleasure
Tweaked for good measure
Slaughtered at leisure
For a culinary treasure
Maybe they haven't died in vain
Some good may come from all this pain...
Might end up in a recipe!
Friday, 3 August 2007
Photographs Taken at Udaipur Beach, Orissa on 1st August 2007

Deserted Stretch Of The Beach
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/4s at f/3
Deserted Stretch Of The Beach
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/4s at f/3
The Beach as seen from the sea at Low Tide
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/2s at f/3
Storm Clouds Blocking The Sun
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/8s at f/3
Serene Beauty Of Udaipur Beach, Orissa
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/8s at f/3
No Fishermen to be Seen at Low Tide
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/4s at f/3
Fishing Boats at Low Tide idle on the beach.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix DMC FX7
Lens: 35-105mm
Exposure: 1/4s at f/3
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Bipolar
Emotions run wild,
Like a balloon on a pin
Swirling round and round,
All it takes is something small to begin,
Puts me on the ground
The God-damned adrenalin is flowing like rain
And I can not stop it
Wires me up so tense I'm in pain
Makes me feel like shit!
The meds they gave me help a little,
Just not enough
The peace that I have
Is way too brittle
Life can be rough
Times I just sit and cuss like a sailor
I hate this freaking feeling
It's worse than being locked up by a jailor
Who loves to see me reeling
A bill that is due, a problem at home
Hostility directed at me
Can shred my peace and chill my bones
Get me longing to be free
They call it bipolar, a mental disease
To me it's just a pain
Someday I'll pass on and really be free
Till then I'll just sustain !
Like a balloon on a pin
Swirling round and round,
All it takes is something small to begin,
Puts me on the ground
The God-damned adrenalin is flowing like rain
And I can not stop it
Wires me up so tense I'm in pain
Makes me feel like shit!
The meds they gave me help a little,
Just not enough
The peace that I have
Is way too brittle
Life can be rough
Times I just sit and cuss like a sailor
I hate this freaking feeling
It's worse than being locked up by a jailor
Who loves to see me reeling
A bill that is due, a problem at home
Hostility directed at me
Can shred my peace and chill my bones
Get me longing to be free
They call it bipolar, a mental disease
To me it's just a pain
Someday I'll pass on and really be free
Till then I'll just sustain !
Why'd You Have To Touch That Damned Glass
Now, these wrists are cut, and your soul is shrieking,
This body's going numb, and your blood is leaking,
These lungs closed tight, and you can't speak,
Your mind is racing, for the memories it keeps
Then, you see yourself, lying all alone
Smiling for your friends, dying all alone
Screaming for hope, crying all alone
These glass shards have sunken deep
Beneath this feeble flesh.
And it will keep digging the more you reach,
Until there's nothing left
Only a fool would fight for a heart
That's broken to pieces, and shattered apart
Crushed once more, then scattered apart.
Only a knife could be this sharp
To kill your spirit before it even starts
And only this fool could rig some pieces
To power his machine of broken metal laces
To live and be haunted by this stasis
Chained and bound by invisible leashes
Of a vile poison in the blood
This body's going numb, and your blood is leaking,
These lungs closed tight, and you can't speak,
Your mind is racing, for the memories it keeps
Then, you see yourself, lying all alone
Smiling for your friends, dying all alone
Screaming for hope, crying all alone
These glass shards have sunken deep
Beneath this feeble flesh.
And it will keep digging the more you reach,
Until there's nothing left
Only a fool would fight for a heart
That's broken to pieces, and shattered apart
Crushed once more, then scattered apart.
Only a knife could be this sharp
To kill your spirit before it even starts
And only this fool could rig some pieces
To power his machine of broken metal laces
To live and be haunted by this stasis
Chained and bound by invisible leashes
Of a vile poison in the blood
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