I had an addiction to tobacco smoke
Breathed in the fire that made me choke
As I robbed myself of the youthful glow
Before I had a chance to let it grow old

I drowned in a bottle of ‘water of life’
Educated by alcoholics who taught us right
Stumbling home, wandering alone at night
Trying not to let demons inside take flight

I lost myself in copious pornography
Drowned in the art of elicit photography
Made myself believe, women were my property
And they never wanted me to treat them properly

But you made me want to pick up another vice
Because theirs fun and then there’s everything nice
There’s sugar and spice, but it’s nothing on bitter and spite
Don’t make me apologise for those things you despise



A Poet Is Born

I love writing, the freedom it encompasses
an outlet for anger, the emotions it manages
the depression it overcomes, the smile it provides
the priceless gift, as the anguish subsides

I hate writing, the stress it emphasises
the anger raging on, the emotion I fight with
the depression sets, smiles become rare
the endless curse, and the joy hidden there

A full mind hidden in an empty page
a pen driven to extinction by an endless gaze
finding sentences to match, lost in search
lost time filled with fulfilment, found in words

Words come together, a sentence forms
a sentence turns into a statement formed
as love nurtures, a statements growth
and a poet is born as the poetry evolves

Kangaroo Court

Brush the dust of my shirt and tie
Swear an oath to a perverted lie
Raise me up, put me down
Arraign me, for the loss you found
Recite your evidence to the crown
As the jester laughs with clowns
Entertain the crowd, public execution
As cheers filter through the pollution
We the kangaroos, find him guilty
An innocent man, synthetic committee
I did what you were to brave to do
Hang me for I am nothing like you


You’ve seen me smile
brought me these drinks
we confessed our dreams
for all these fancy things
is that why you call me a friend?

you’ve tasted the tears
I’ve let fall from my eyes
but haven’t felt any of the pain
I’ve felt inside and yet,
you still call me a friend

you say you’re beautiful
just the way you are
but will you love the ugly heart
hidden underneath this mask
when all I need is a friend.


How Wrong Was I?

I wish I could commit to you
But she left me with commitment issues
So, I chose your love to misuse
Because I thought I couldn’t miss you
How wrong was I?

I thought it was meant to be one-night
That I could make last over time
As if I can justify my treatment, like
I don’t know how to treat you right
How wrong was I?

I never could keep my hands off you
Now I see his arm wrapped around you
Watch the difference when he looks at you
All I saw was an object, for me to screw
How wrong was I?

You gave up quick
I guess we all grow tired waiting to commit
I feel like love is rarely worth the risk
But you took a chance on less than perfect
How wrong was I?

The One

I’m the one, she regrets
The one she wishes she could forget
For all the tears, I made her taste
Not once was I as brave.

I’m the one, time forgot
One night when the music stopped
As we danced off into the night  
Awoke and said our goodbyes.

I’m the one, who broke her heart
Lead her on and watched her drift pass
Cry for the man, she falsely believed
When she believed in me.

I’m the one, she won’t accept
The greatest of friends but never the best
Because together isn’t better than apart
When she won’t give me her heart

I’m the one, who needs a second
To tell you I’ve finally learnt my lesson
For all these women, I let live and let die
For all your sins, you’ll never forget mine


How to Write

Step one, experience pain
Go through something words can’t explain
Cry, dry your eyes, and then cry a little more
Broken stories, allow a pen to scribble yours

Step two, hide it
Under a mattress, in a wardrobe, somewhere they won't find it
Deny it, like you deny the way you feel inside
Hide the words that flow like rivers from your eyes

Step three, reveal yourself
Tell the world how much you want to kill yourself
Let the pain flow, with every word you wrote
Expose every emotion by placing out there for show

Step four, get rejected
Nothing to show for the years of pain ingested
But keep going pushing on regardless
Document everything as you experience hardship

Step five, let the words bring alive your life
Let the pen give you strength and with all your mite
Write the words that dry the eyes of those who cry
Let your emotion change there's, and that's how you write