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Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Back To Bed

So chilling cold, 

Ruffle n snuffle,

I'm lying here, 

Back to bed.

Take your time,

It's all you have.

Mine is up,

Pass my fuckeries cup.

Choca Mocha.

Rice krispiees, 

N a butter crosiant with jam. 

I toke the vape, 

Eyes as wide as I can. 

Got a broken nose,

And blood on my knees.

Full of metal, 

Pain and krackle, 

Trickee tackle, when I walk.

But a smile on my face, 

When I see a bird to talk. 

Be a good boy,

Is what my mama said.

But I chose to be naughty,

That's why I'm back to bed.


@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Sunday, 18 December 2022

Time

I’ve been messed up a long time, it's been pretty purgatorial.

Life’s been a constant running with death, it was life’s hard tutorial.

Slip that sharp under skin, one time it was daily dictatorial.

Flush the purple not the red or you’ll end up a crematorium memorial.


I can eat more sweets than any pharmacist can order weekly.

From blues to the Xans, I used to seek out any going smarties.

Just chug down the pills 2 stop them jerks, please God quickly.

Coz I got no time for the rhyme when I'm sick, so please ask me meekly.


Life's lessons over time have been dealt out quite harshly.

Been runnin after hard working, just to get myself fed well daily.

Scoring bits in the park in the dark, like a McDonalds drive thru quickly.

Coz if I get caught n go to court, I know I’d be locked up definitely.


I got a thing in my head that keeps me from acting socially normal.

I try to forget all the debt n the sweats but I reckon I was born abnormal.

Kicked from shrink to HUB when young, it was life’s long trip eternal.

I try to be honest so they always script me up, thick like a journal.


So I stay in hospital 4 a week every month but I'm not easy 2 manage.

And when I get out of this head of mine, I can easily make severe damage.

N I'd rather eat chocolate, than a healthy cheese n tomato sandwich.

But when I'm dosed up you'll find me nice n mellow, I'm quite well-mannered.


Sometimes I hear sounds all around n it sends me a bit crazy.

So I pop a few sweets with a swill n wake up on the floor all dopey n hazy.

U can't expect me to cop a plea to insanity when I'm locked up already daily.

Stuck in my flat with no-one to talk to, so my brain inner talks to me madly.


I'm more depressed than the rest but I still jest carefree.

Although inside I'm a ball of anxiety n silently my brains all twitchy.

I'm paranoid my Androids spying on me so I tape it up, please NSA don't watch me.

I'm on no-fly and no-read lists, coz the USA all seem to hate me.


I don't take anti this n anti that no more, coz it’s all poison in a pill.

They dumb you down and keep you fat and tired, it's all big pharma pigs swill.

So I have to take downers instead coz it's that double bed I want to kill.

But getting off them sweets is a strength n I don't have the inner will.


So let me have more money it does grow on trees, just ask the government’s treasury.

They print it off daily with interest fees, just paid back by you n me.

Just believe it’s worth more than the paper, coz it’s got the Queens mug on a twenty.

N when inflation makes it worth nothing, we will all go begging together plenty.


Maybe heavens not up there n I don't care, if I float in space eternally.

Coz time goes too fast that now n the past only last momentarily.

N if Quantum mechanics is correct then you better bet that consciousness is holy.

And Spacetime is nothing but a concept until someone observes it very slowly.


So time is just an idea and a life’s trek from birth to death runs repeatedly.

We tread those steps with the false thought that we all act independently.

But block time means time doesn't exist and we all dance deterministically.

To whoever’s tune I don't know but it don't matter, coz times just a fantasy.


© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Monday, 3 October 2022

God complex

When I was just a baby alien God,

I never really wanted human blood.

Now I'm omnipotent I love it like dogs love mud,

Just give me your neck n let the red flood.


Life’s just a vivid dream now separate from time, 

I can see other worlds just with my mind, 

Remote viewing and universal consciousness is a gold mine, 

I never know when I sleep what I'll find. 


I've been a joyrider riding space cars, 

N I've killed insectoid aliens fighting on mars.

I've killed millions with my mind eons far, 

And destroyed hundreds of planets and their stars.


I am Zeus, Thor, Yahweh and all you humans worship me, 

You all bend over and follow my every decree.

I change my name every hundred years or three,

And all you mortal beings just worship me.


I think I might just have a God complex,

My life is stuck in time a human wreck,

I bellow commands and send sailors below deck,

I demand fealty and you all pay me respect.


But then again, I'm in a locked up padded cell,

With tubes coming from every orifice, I can tell.

Maybe I am only a God of the room I dwell,

And I will spend eternity in my very own hell.


© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Thursday, 10 February 2022

Time..

Time was always too short to do my best,

Time is too hectic, now my head is a mess.

Time is almost gone, I can only do less,

Time, I think is coming, to have that long rest.

The clock ticks quick, and my heart sweats blood darts.

When is now or the future, and when was the past?

The time I spent was wasted, I wished it hadn't passed,

Time was a cruel mistress, its hand full of crushed glass.

Because time is shorter than a piece of string,

And time is longer than a child’s bike ring.

Time goes quick when my head is in a spin,

My time on earth were scribbles, its history too thin.

Time, I thought was always going to be a blast,

Time, I now know that my best hours have passed.

Time, I try to savour, but it always flies too fast,

Time, the passing of is quick, only my reactions last.

See time is nothing but a human conception,

And time is naught but different human perceptions.

See time is the cruellest, and the most evil deception,

My time's nearly all gone, God, please can I be the exception?


© 2022 – All Rights Reserved Rob Reid - Competition Winner


This won The Creative Writing Groups bi-monthly Competition for Best Poem Feb 2022