Through all my changes I was a dreamer
and lived a trepidation and a ruse,
but when she lay bare and I between her
I lived the dream in my puberty blues.
In a rush of young blood in curves and curls
between the sweaty bales of Percy’s barn,
where tales of turgid boys and bare-arsed girls
spread like the clap village rumour and yarn!
With a skinful of beer hard to conceal
I became a caricature of me,
and when you live a lie faking it real
nothing sobers you like reality.
Thus I in my DTs and detox lay
sorely truly fu-cked on my bed of hay.
Written: April 2000
Old Tom crawled out of his home hole
Beneath the tavern on the square
When I was only ten years old
And dared not see what was not there.
He told me Main Street had a snake
And raved about its uncoiled size.
I watched him tremble, piss and shake
At hissing deep beneath his eyes.
But I was ten, too young to see
That every caring has its cost.
The serpent was not real for me--
It had been bred from what Tom lost.
i awoken from a nightmare just as it was gettin outta hand
the pope was in the kitchen and he was settin up a band
nuns on lead vocals a bishop on the bass, just as soon as they started
they all ascended up into space
now i knew im in trouble the DTs are settin in
why didnt i stay with the guinness and leave that bottle of gin
i made it too the bathroom, quite a feat if may say so
but liquidating assests like this in the mornin isnt the way to go
now im seen bill clinton and my wife run out the back
never again will you ever get me on that crack
poor old head is been jackhammered by a dozen little smurfs
but theres roaches in sunglasses and leather jackets gettin ready for a surf
my stomach is makin noises like a rusty creaky ship
feels like the bottom could go again and drown the poor smurfs in s~@t
now the joke is over im goin back to bed one more night like last nite
and ill surely wake up dead
my eyes gt tangled whn i saw u frst tym..
lyk my thoughts r spinin lyk a circle upside...
dt vaccum has been filled by ur essence in my account...
faaallliing in love makes me blind by my own sole amount...
i nevr gv up hope on u...
v nevr hv talked in any issue..
bt still i have dt dream of stallion prince..
faaaliinng in love hs make u mine dt since..
like a lady i gt up n strt our frst love song note...
dt u dnt knw whr im stuck..in my mind i thought...
u hv capturd me and hv takn me outside dt cage..
faaalliinnnggg in love wid smone dts al its take...
nt nly my heart..my sole has begun 2 like u..
dn suddenly u cm up wid a plan 2 lft ds here althrough..
i ws broken and dt sound ws still struglin in my mind..
faaaaallliinng in love wid u hs make me once pride..
d hardst part z to stand up again..
n face d world lyk i hv done same..
still wnderin wht d thin u hv strtd to blame..
nw also i could nt able to stop dt rain..
becoz faalliinng in love wid u cn nevr be tamed....
love pari
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Is the End Near?
By Elton Camp
For this end, evidence does abound
All you need to do is just look around
Simply go to a street corner and stand
See the folks with cell phones in hand
Many will hold them away from the ear
And no spoken words will you ever hear
Just as you likely are now expecting,
They are clicking keys, doing texting
B4N, CU, DTS, FRT, TMB and AML
Examples of how their thoughts do tell
But don’t let this your straight hair curl
For it doesn’t mean the end of the world
The thing that it seems is drawing near
Is the end of grammar & spelling, I fear