GEO
And the interference that is poetry noise.
Copyright ©2020 Darren Hobson.
Who passes this point must have a strong heart and an open mind
There is anarchy in the verses and open scars to cure.
As this book is written by the poet Darren Hobson it is most likely to contain foul language that most adults use in their daily life, but when these fucking words are written down in a cunt of a book only then do these words become offensive. It is obviously not the poets intention to shock without a proper reason but as this poet is actually writing about real life and it’s daily dark dose of cruel reality then foul language will be generously sprinkled like parmesan on your warmed up overcooked dinners.
Geo is linked to the earth
The earth is our home
Everything we do has a consequence
All that we are is linked
It is a multitude of rusty chains
What comes around will go down
Every word or sigh or tear
Will be the start of your death sentence
We will all interact in some way or another
What I say here will be echoed through the corridors
Just saying it at the right pitch or tone
You don’t need to send a message by telephone
Like the planets that orbit the sun
Their paths are sophistically synchronised
If just one planet slows their rotation
The whole solar system will go up in flames
Just like me and a whole lot of yous
You are so dependent on what I do
Just waiting for the next literary surge
Satisfying every whim and complicated urge
We are linked up in the passages of time
To be free and independent would be a crime
It is a knock on effect like a domino run
Just a little touch and the damage is done
One earthquake in the southern hemisphere
Has a rippling effect on all the tectonic plates
Just another disaster will mist up the waters
Just like us humans when we make mistakes
Have you ever told a little white harmless lie?
Did you notice the snowball effect?
Before long that little fucker is out of control
How much time passed before you embraced regret?
This is the link between me and the geo,
This is what I observed when I was not watching
This is what it is like to be suffering an outpouring
Always complicated but never ever boring
Just like a little baby throwing out its toys
You are now subject to my poetry noise
I am mutilating words just for the hell of it
I will leave my footprint in your imprint.
Everything I say or I have done
Will be the outline of my death certificate
Every person I met I’ve stained their soul
Can’t undo it for it’s too late
Everything is linked from the moon to the tide
This is going to be one violent ride
All my energy and aura will rub off on you
You will be tainted when I am through
Don’t expect me to be all smiles and sweetness
You can’t judge a man just by his greatness
It’s about making a loud song and dance
It’s not about what’s in or out of your pants
This is a story and it’s a plague you will see
It is a legend and the start of being me
Let’s all link up and follow the chain gang
Saving our voices for the melodies we sang
By the camp fire
Carving our virus into the trees
Destroying everything that was great
It was all fault
All our graffiti
That was just great
That was with applause
That was just fantastic
That was gorgeous
Take the time to make a smile
Throw your attitude on the pile
Be the kid that you want to be
Just don't fuck with a cunt like me
That was just apocalyptic
That was with dirty claws
That was the way so drastic
What is mine is never yours
Take the time to make a friend
Say some bullshit to make it end
Be the cunt you need to be
Set yourself on fire be free
You’re are just so great
Knowing you was my mistake
Your fake ass smile
And you flimsy penetration
You fucked up views
That I forgot to mention
Your geography
Was all mapped out
Your twisted blister
Was to scream about
Your throat sore
With contingency plans
You forgot I was a man
Your gorgeous eyes
You planned my demise
Hiding apparatus
What has become of us?
Making amends
And destroyed friends
Breaking the bank
When all depends on you
I painted a picture and the colours were fruitful
I made the darkest corners so fucking beautiful
I dragged you into your Sinday best
But you were outraged and you protested
I could never get you when I never got me
You was a stumble on my burnt tongue
Out of the frying pan and boiled into my fantasy
Trying to be unsocial were I did not belong
Talking trouble and throw a double
You could not gamble on a dead legged horse
Blindfolded by your own suggestion
You couldn’t let nature take her course
Just imagine that there is a new way
To see
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Darren Hobson
Bildmaterialien: Darren Hobson
Cover: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.12.2017
ISBN: 978-3-7438-4424-7
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Widmung:
Dedicated to everyone who has connected with me and made my life a little brighter.
Sorry for the continued fight with the demons.