Thursday 31 January 2013

#53

The weekend is an odd invention.
And here's why - this is my contention.
For those with sadness have no break
On whichever morning that they wake.
 
   

Wednesday 30 January 2013

#52

I see, lying upon my desk, Big Sur by Kerouac.
The escapology in that tome is a mindset I want back.

Tuesday 29 January 2013

#51

Follow your instincts.
They're there for a reason.
Or against yourself
You may commit treason.

 

Monday 28 January 2013

#50

Good things come to those who wait
Or those who fret and agitate.
Just as long as things you ought to do
Don't pass you by and fall askew.

Sunday 27 January 2013

#49

It was a genuine pleasure
To have onions make me cry this time.

Saturday 26 January 2013

#48

Australia Day, two-oh-oh-eight.
Five years ago today.
I took a train to Nottingham
And out we went to play.

But the memory that lingers most
Is what Jim Jefferies said
On Fighting Talk that morning
As I listened from my bed.

Ashley Cole had played away
And thrown up during. Fool.
And asking Jim to comment
Was like a red rag to a bull.

He said, "No, no. That's fair enough.
'Cause, sometimes, you need lube."
And that memory has tickled me
As I sit here on the Tube.

Friday 25 January 2013

#47

Life is too short to live without poetry
As Francis Turner once said.
 I think I'll always think this way
Until the day I'm dead.

There's something about the structure
That means I feel at ease.
 There's something quite flirtatious in it.
I know, right? I'm a tease. 

Thursday 24 January 2013

#46

Eliminating worries
Just one at a time.
My daily motivation
As well as these rhymes.

As a Londoner student
Money can get tough.
 An additional problem
Like this isn't enough.
 But of late I've discovered
 That I still have some force
In the poker arena.
A new monetary source.

 I'm a sociable person
And I hate to say no.
But it's not always easy
 When to restaurants we go.
 It isn't my friends' fault
And they're not at all flash.
 It's just hard to spend such nights
Not worrying about cash.

I guess I'd forgotten
How easy the game is
At the fairly low levels
Where people's money they jizz.
  Perhaps one day I'll move up
And increase the stakes.
 But for now I'll appreciate
 The steady income it rakes.
 

Wednesday 23 January 2013

#45

In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.
In the bedroom, the quiet bedroom,
I lie awake at night.

A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh
A-wimoweh


A whim away?
 

Tuesday 22 January 2013

#44

It seems like an odd thing to say
But I've rediscovered lyrics.
 Of late they've been too honest.
Too hard-hitting. Too mystic.
 But last night, on Great Russell Street,
  As I did my best not to slip,
 The Hold Steady came on Spotify
And I didn't reach to skip.

I've spent most of my illness
With Mogwai my best friend.
 They make the world seem beautiful
 Even when I've seen the end.
 I carry them around with me
Every hour of every day.
 I have a Mogwai Young Team tat;
A shoulder-based Long Play.

 But back to Craig Finn's words of wonder.
Let's celebrate his wit.
 With the tragicomic Charlemagne
And his crude attempts to fit.
 The song that made me think again
Was track 3 from album 1.
 With the girl who tastes like pickle chips
And kids' calls for Born To Run.

 Yet all this time that words have hurt
I've found solace in the best ones.
Like the stories Stuart Murdoch tells
 In the Belle & Sebastian canon.
 And it was only just last Friday,
 When asked for my top three bands,
That Ian Dury & The Blockheads
Made it onto pondering hands.

 So what of this? What does it mean?
 Of words I've spoken freely.
 A fragile mind tends not to deal with
 That which is touchy feely.
 But since I've started this here blog,
Lucidity's come forth.
I'm just starting to see the sun
Even when I'm facing north. 



 

Monday 21 January 2013

#43

Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint.
Dreadful dreams.
Sod them. 

Sunday 20 January 2013

#42

The writing on the packet reads
Don't use heavy machinery.
The problem is that everything
Is rather a large burden on me.

I guess I have to worry not
Of Pregnancy and breast-feeding.
However, all the rest of it
Makes interesting reading.

The side-effects have come and gone.
  I've found new ways to deal with 'em.
How long they'll be part of my life
We'll see - at least I know of 'em. 
 

Saturday 19 January 2013

#41

Museum and pancakes.
Exactly what it takes
To assist me to sleep
Appropriately deep.
 

Friday 18 January 2013

#40

Wow, post forty, here already.
Two score on the clock.
Close to six weeks heart and soul.
And me up in the dock.

I hope the stigma's disappeared
For those who feel the same.
And that there's something happening
To help you up your game.

     

Thursday 17 January 2013

#39

I have on my iPod
An expanding playlist.
Titled Beauty and Light
It shines bright through the mist.

 Deerhunter's Desire Lines
From Halcyon Digest
Seems never to finish
And allows brain to rest.  

 And This Will Destroy You
Come powerfully with Quiet.
 While Portishead's The Rip
Is a heavenly diet.

 The nine minute long Moth
 Burial with Four Tet.
 As effortlessly calm
As a Tom Dwan fourth bet.

New Paths To Helicon.
That's Part I, not Part II.
 A bonanza of feedback.
A pleasure to walk to.
 
 
 

Wednesday 16 January 2013

#38

When somebody gets it
And knows just what to say
 I get a lift.
An internal 'Hooray!'

A happier rhyme
For happier times.

Tuesday 15 January 2013

Monday 14 January 2013

#36

Epiphany.
I have a vow.
This won't beat me.
 I know that now.

I do not care
How long it takes.
Or why, how, where;
The paths it makes.

What's the future?
A great unknown.
Here's the suture:
Poetry zone.

 

Sunday 13 January 2013

#35

Sometimes Spotify
Makes me whatify.
Forms of expression
Help with depression.

If ads interrupted
My life as constructed,
   I'd sigh just as much
As with Flu Camp and such.

Get Premium.

It's better.
 

Saturday 12 January 2013

#34

Friday was better.
That is all.
It means, however,
I have further to fall. 

Friday 11 January 2013

#33

A good friend of mine said her goodbyes today.
She's taking a flight from Heathrow to LA.
Her decision to leave was a familiar one 
And in no shape or form is she jumping the gun.
To up sticks and move in the first place was bold
And I'm so proud of her for declaring a fold.
Many can be bullish and reraise the stakes
And constantly worry if they've got what it takes. 
An informed decision promotes peace of mind;
I just hope she moves on from what's left behind.
   

Thursday 10 January 2013

#32

My brain's inept.
A permanent intercept.
 No longer adept.
Except
At least I slept.

Wednesday 9 January 2013

#31

Well, at least my French is on the go.
Chaque jour, j'apprends beaucoup de mots.
It helps me to think Gallically.
I form a new identity.

Tuesday 8 January 2013

#30

We're nearly a month in
And I've made a decision.
It's important when low
To choose with some precision.
I started this blog up
To help my life make sense.
And to maybe help others
Who were feeling as tense.

There've been 29 posts
With the author as 'me'.
An anonymous concept,
  The letters V, I and D.
Now I'm ready to come out, 
 Tell the world that I'm ill.
I have crippling depression
And my real name is Phil. 


 

Monday 7 January 2013

#29

Darkness.
Ennui.
Paucity.
Rancour.
Enmity.
Sadness.
Stoicism.
Incapacitation.
Oppression.
None of the things I want to have. 

Sunday 6 January 2013

#28

I look around my room
At the shrapnel of my day.
An Indian takeaway menu
And a dirty crumb-strewn tray.
There's nothing here that lasts
Until I take the Tube on Monday.
I think I need some permanence.
I need something to stay.  

   

Saturday 5 January 2013

#27

Twenty-seven.
Perfect number.
If only that long
I could slumber.
In hours, I mean.
Not just minutes.
My body's closing
On its limits.

"Rest ye well, soldier!"
I hear Body cry.
"No," Brain replies.
"Don't even try."