₩ake me up.

₩ake me up,
Before you speak,
Your words so soft,
They make me weak,

I feel no pain,
When you are near,
Three words is all,
I need to hear,

Like candy they fall,
From your cherry lips,
Words that make me sway,
Just like your dangerous hips,

I crave to hold your hand,
I'd bleed to feel your touch,
The senses you arouse,
Could never be too much,

Won't you hold me close,
Together we will burn,
Set the world alight,
So much for us to learn,

But never will we part,
Or go our seperate ways,
Your part of me for life,
In my heart you'll always stay.

Written in about 10 minutes all up. Finished it at 0113am 30/11/2009. Just started with the weird ₩ symbol for the letter W when I accidently hit the button that opens that key set. No idea what key it was at the time. LOL. Have worked out it's the SYM key on my hiptop left of the Z key. I was going to write a geek parody thing and then ended up with this, oh well. Maybe next time.

Not about anyone, just a vision of what might be if I found the right Woman.

Pathos

Trajectory Earth.

I don't want to write stuff,
That's been done before,
See the copied pages,
Tossed upon the floor,

I want to write things that move me,
That show people a better way,
Instead of the day to day bullshit,
The constant state of decay,

I feel there could be so much more,
If only we could find our way out,
But nothing ever seems to get done,
Politicians just continue to scream and shout,

Never doing something right the first time,
Always fixing the last ones mistake,
How many times have we seen this shit,
How many more times will it take,

For just one person to stand tall,
Say what has to be done,
Force the world to listen,
Without the need of a gun,

Is it even possible for this to happen,
To ever become real,
As the world slips into a coma,
So it doesn't have to feel,

The pain as we continue to rape it,
And strip it till it's bare,
Do humans really have a concience,
Do we really fucking care?,

Is there any bloody hope left,
For the mighty race of man,
I think it not too likely,
I think we've failed this plan,

But mayby those who read this,
Will someday prove me wrong,
I hope they do or else we'll hear,
The echo of the final gong,

So prove me wrong I dare you,
It's in your name I make this plea,
Stop wrecking the world you live in,
Or you'll never be able to live free.

Written from 0253 to 0308 am on 02/11/2009.


I would have had this on here the night I wrote it, but my HipTop2 seems to have shit itself when it comes to Java and it won't work thescripts on this website anymore :-(


Pathos.

Random Acts Of Poetry.

Water,fire, sky, salvation,
Humanity, lost, searching,
Light, dark, struggle,
Costly, futility, loss.

Random Acts Of Poetry.

Smoke on the water,
Fire in the sky,
Salvation of us all,
To live or to die,

Humanity is lost,
Searching for a home,
Fighting all the odds,
To no longer roam,

The people of the light,
Fight against the dark,
A struggle to survive,
Or to be torn apart,

A costly war it wages,
The futility of it all,
The losses are so great,
The gains so very small,

The victory so small once won,
It makes you feel so hollow,
To face the future now,
You see a bleak tomorrow,

But face it all we must,
And start again we will,
To follow the makers plan,
We've such big shoes to fill.

Written in 10minutes at 23:05pm on the 23/08/2009. Started with the random words at the top and went from there. LOL. Theme inspired by the story of Battlestar Galactica as I recently finished watching the whole series.

Home.

Home isn't a place,
Home is a feeling,
The people you live with,
Not four walls and a ceiling,

Home is where the heart is,
That's what they all say,
The people you live with,
Until your dying day,

Remember that the next time,
You feel yourself crying,
Lost and alone,
Feel just like dying,

That home aint a place,
With four walls and a ceiling,
Home's in your heart,
An immortal feeling.

Written at 06:04am 23/08/2009 in 5 minutes. Just something I thought up watching Battlestar Galactica and having just blown 0.08 on my personal breatholyser. LOL :-)


Pathos.

My Soul.

My soul is not heavy,
My soul is light,
My soul is glorious,
Burning so bright,

It lights up the darkness,
Between heaven and hell,
It warms those around me,
In their hearts I dwell,

Till the day that my life ends,
And my soul goes it's way,
Will you still feel me here,
Or will your love for me fade,

Till the day you too die,
And our souls meet again,
To spend eternity as one,
Knowing there is no end.

Written in 10 minutes, while watching Battlestar Galactica on the 22/08/2009.

Pathos.

A Question of Necessity.

Mayor I wanna ask a question,
Is it so bad for people to smoke pot,
To help the pain that they are facing,
From the cancer that they've got,

Is it so bad for them to grow,
A few plants in their backyard,
You could just give them permission,
Is it really so goddamn hard?


Short one I wrote cause I like the word play with the word Mayor at the start. Just came to me while in the lift at the Mersey Hospital Latrobe.

I don't think everyone should be able to use marijuana, but if your dying of cancer, and normal medicines can barely control the pain, I say let them use marijuana instead. It's much better at reducing the sensation of pain, because the THC (Tetra Hydra Cannibinol) blocks the pain receptors directly. Surely if your dying of cancer the least our governments can do for us, is help block the pain however we see fit. It is our body after all. As far as I know I don't have cancer. I wrote this for those who do.

Written in 5 minutes at 02:49am 16/08/2009.

Pathos.

Chaos

Chaos, the thoughts of self destruction,
Who will be your enemy,
Who will be your friend,
What will be there waiting,
If you reach the end,

Insecure, out of touch with your reality,
What will become of this world,
Where will it all go,
What does the future hold,
Does anybody really know,

Is there any way to save us,
Does anyone even care,
Are we really worth the effort,
Do we deserve to be here,

Has the human race been run and lost,
Is it time for us to die?
And if we do, till we're all gone,
Will anyone else even cry?

The human race is lost,
Not only in the vastness of space,
We're lost because of what we do,
A sentient disgrace.

Written to see what would come out from the word chaos. Written in 10 minutes at 4:06am on the 10/08/2009.

To Really Live

To have lived,
To have really lived,
Is a hard thing to do,

You must live life to the max,
Not take peoples crap,
And to yourself always be true,

It's not an easy thing to do,
Knowing it could end at any moment,
But the decision it is yours,

So live your life to the max,
Or live to your own level,
There's no-one keeping scores.

Written 00:25am on the 16th/08th/2009.
Just a thought I had in my head. Turned out ok.

Pathos.

Dance with the Devil.

Ever dance with the devil,
In the pale moonlight,
As he comes up from the darkness,
And stands right by your side,

Your swept up by the power,
That exudes as you both dance,
You weren't sure if you should,
But you couldn't take the chance,

So you twirl around together,
And you wonder what's to come,
Will you live forever,
Or will your life be done,

Then the devil whispers to you,
He whispers in your ear,
You strain to listen over the music,
To make sure that you hear,

He tells you that he's on holiday,
That there's no reason to fear,
He isn't here to hurt you,
In this night that is so clear,

But why you ask the devil,
Have you got time for a break,
Don't you have evil deeds to do,
Many souls yet to take,

He laughs aloud so heartily,
It chills you in your bones,
As if the arctic winter,
Was exiting his throat,

I have plenty of time to party,
With humans so beserk,
I don't have to do anything,
You complete all my work,

All on your own you do it,
You kill and strip the land,
Devoid of concience are humans,
The mighty race of man,

So here I am to party,
No work for me to do,
The humans do it by themselves,
Until their time is through,

You gasp as you hear his words,
Under such a starry night,
Then you shrug in agreement,
As you realise that he is right.

The devil doesn't have to work,
He doesn't have to even try,
We do all his work for him,
Until the day we die.

Written in 20minutes at 5:12am on the 26/07/2009.

Added last paragraph on 07/08/2009 at 12:42pm cause it felt like a better ending with the right amount of verses.
Pathos

Angela

I remember the way,
You looked in my eyes,
An angel just standing there,
No need for a disguise,

A simpler time,
With no tech for fun,
We'd just build cubbies,
Or ride bikes, or run,

Till we were so tired,
We'd fall on the ovals grass,
Panting and giggling,
Watching the clouds go past,

Those times were the best,
I think I'll ever get,
But time it marches on,
And soon we all forget,

The things we said we'd do,
As we all moved away,
I lost your address,
Then life got in the way,

Forgive me please will you,
And write if you remember,
It's cold now in my heart,
Like a chilly new York December,

Angela I still remember,
All the times we shared,
I wrote this just to show you,
That I still cared.

Written on 04/07/2009 in 15 minutes.

It really is about a long lost girlfriend. Not the first time I have written a poem about you Angela. The first one was in year 4. LOL. That one even made the teachers take notice because it was so good. I still have the original paper I wrote it on. One day I'd like to show it to you. I realize your probably married and so on by now, but you were my first childhood sweetheart, and I just wanted to see if this tech stuff could find you. So Angela Cooper, from Cohuna Victoria back in 1983 or so, if you remember me and want to say hi, send me a tweet on twitter @pathosbedlam.

Pathos

Other Side.

The grass isn't always greener,
On the other side,
It's just that after a while,
We all get color blind,

To how good what we have is,
And how we forget to show,
The people in our lives,
What we think they all know,

The words we don't say,
Or the ones that we scream,
In a moment of anger,
Just like a bad dream,

And once it is broken,
And shattered on the floor,
No amount of sorry,
Will bring it back once more,

So treasure each day you have,
With those that you love,
They're the gifts we are sent,
From the stars up above,

Treat them with respect,
And treat them with care,
Cause if you do break them,
They soon won't be there.

Written in 5 minutes (Seriously yes that quick, this one just flowed so easy) on the 02/06/2009 at 16:02pm. Probably cause I have already learned this lesson. Now it's your turn. | :-|)>

Pathos

Restraint of Pain.

Another year goes by,
Without you here to say,
Come over to my place,
Listen to my drums play,

Another contemplation,
Of things we didn't do,
Like the concert you wanted to go to,
But I had less time for you,

As guilty as the noose you had,
Around your throbbing neck,
Is how I feel about your death,
It's like I stacked the deck,

I didn't spend enough time with you,
I know I could have done more,
But the times we shared were fun,
Like the speedway night for sure,

I hope I can forgive me,
I know that you already have,
Enjoy your time without me,
One day we'll meet again and laugh.,

But till then I'm here without you,
My life a bit mis-jointed,
Though worry not I will carry on,
I don't want my friends disappointed.

Written in 40 minutes finished at 12:50am on 15/06/2009. 2 years 2days from my friends suicide. Tough times.

Pathos.

Farewell.

Here's my body,
I give it to you all,
I lay it here upon the floor,

Treat it well,
With kindness and faith,
I don't need it anymore

My time has passed,
And so it is,
That it is time to leave,

No tears for me,
This mortal shell,
No longer will you grieve,

I've had my time,
In this mortal plane,
Existence at it's best,

But now I leave,
And go explore,
All of the rest.

Written in 10 minutes, 18/06/2009 at 15:39pm. Just popped into my head, and I was in front of the PC so quickly typed it up in wordpad. Not about suicide, just about knowing that when your time is over, remember to be gracious and say goodbye to your friends if you can.

Silence

Silence is golden,
Or so we are told,
But silence is useless,
As we all grow so old,

The age of retirement,
The so called golden years,
What's so good about being old,
Living with loneliness and tears,

Scared of dying alone in bed,
With no family there to say,
That they will miss you when you go,
As you slowly fade away,

Consider this rhyme as you grow old,
And ask yourself this question,
Why are you scared of commitment,
Be brave and find a new direction.

Written at 03:47am on the 28/05/2009.

Just a short poem, to say to people that there is no reason to be scared of commitment to a relationship, because Family is more important than fear. If your parents were too scared, maybe you wouldn't even exist. So be brave, and live free of fear.

Pathos.

Slave

Another day wasted,
And closer to the grave,
Another dollar earned,
Because I'm a slave,

To the system I'm stuck in,
I'll never be set free,
Until the day my life ends,
Someone set me free.

Written in 5 minutes, 22/06/2009.

Short poem I wrote just cause I can, and I know it sound suicidal, but trust me, I like my games too much. It's just expressing emotions that everyone has, but fail to realize till it consumes them. Which is then too late to save them.

Pathos

No Such Thing.

There's no such thing as perfect,
In these imperfect human shells,
Nothing is really quite as sweet,
As you think that it really smells,

Perfection is unattainable,
While we're stuck in this place,
Something we will never get,
Till we attain angelic grace.

Written in 5 minutes 29/06/2009 as a response to Authspot poem on twitter called I Dream of a Perfect Place. Just kinda popped in my head after reading it. The weird thing is I am not even religious. LOL.


Pathos.

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by AhAndy, Jun 28, 2009

My view of a perfect life.


I dreamt of this place…

I dreamt of this place

Where you can only hear birds singing;

You can only feel the bliss of the air

The only thing you can watch is kids playing

Where you only imagined how life could be worse

And not how it could be better

I dreamt of this place, where life was perfect.

Running on Empty.

Running on empty,
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,

Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real,

I remember all the times we had,
Wishing they'd never end,
Holding you so close to me,
My only real best friend,

But then something changed,
And you turned so cold,
I felt your warmth for me wither,
I felt it in my soul,

I wonder how I'll deal with life,
Now I'm growing old alone.
I didn't want it to end like this,
Look at what you've done,

Running on empty,
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,

Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real.

Written on the 29/06/2009 at 3am. In about 10 minutes. Just something I wrote cause the start jumped in my head, and I decided to see where it would go. Not directed at anyone, it could be about any couples breakup.

Pathos

Wrote this one ages ago on paper.

Emotional Void.

Questions Unanswered,
Eating you up from inside,
Thoughts of change,
Race through your head,

A mind wandering,
Looking for a home,
Never knowing where it'll end,
Up until you're dead,

Faces that you've seen,
Maybe once before,
Now become friends,
You want forever more,

Why does fate choose problems,
For all of us to face,
To show if we are gallant,
Or reveal we're a disgrace,

Where will our lives take us,
Where will it all end,
Just know that I love you,
I'll always be your best friend.

Written at 1:35pm on the 14/04/2005. Originally written on paper so probably about 10 minutes or so to write.

Pathos

Just for Fun.

Couch Potato.

Sitting in the lounge room,
Staring at a screen,
A useless couch potato,
See's all but never seen,

A life not lived between the shows,
And all the dreary ads,
Alone and so invisible,
Would drive most people mad,

Though this is what they chose,
To do with their whole life,
To never go have fun,
To never find a wife,

So what is it that caused this,
Such a waste of their potential,
A life half lived inside a screen,
A wasted lonesome downfall,

It started with curiosity,
And then became a habit,
His shows he had to see each week,
Or else he would turn rabid,

And like the Borg say on Star Trek,
With their way of life so brutal,
Once he was hooked by science fiction,
Then "Resistance Is Futal".

Written in 20 minutes or so, on the 8th May 2009 at 18:52pm.
Pathos

Something Different. Hope you like it.

Saturday Dawning.

Your light shoots to the ground,
I see you up so high,
You sparkle off the ocean,
As I'm driving by,

I have to stop and capture,
This image before my eyes,
The subtle orange hughes,
That light the morning sky,

An awesome sight before me,
You slowly start to rise,
You slowly change your color,
As you head into the sky,

This image I will treasure,
The birth of the morning,
Thankyou Mother Nature,
Another day is dawning.

Written 24/05/2009 at 00:56am.

Above is the Panorama I made in Panorama Maker Pro 4. Great Program, and it's so easy to get great results. Yet another awesome sunrise in Northern Tasmania. For Full Size Picture (4107 by 1336 pixels) email me and I can send a copy. It is 3 different photo's stitched together. It turned out great for a camera-phone shot taken with the best 2 megapixel camera phone in my opinion, the Sony Ericsson W800i. It is better than some standalone 2 megapixel cameras I have seen. But I really do need the upgrade to something in the 10 megapixel range.

This poem was written as an homage to the great sunrise last Saturday morning at 0730am as I was leaving Burnie Tasmania. The Red Crescent moon that morning at 6am was sweet too, with Venus so bright directly above it, but I didn't have a decent enough camera to capture it. I would have needed one of those 21 megapixel wonders to do it justice. But I don't have a spare $5000us to spend on a camera unfortunately.

Pathos

Detached

Dying from the time your born,
This is how we're told to live,
Working for shit we don't need,
Till we have no more to give,

Then abandoned in a sick bed,
Nobody to help pass time,
Lost, tired and weary,
To live like this is a crime,

Better to end it now,
With a little dignity,
Than live like a vegetable,
Someone set me free,

Take this life I have,
I know it's not the best,
I've had my time on earth,
Put my soul to rest.

Written 01:44am on the 18/05/2009 at Mersey Hospital while giving Dave a break from P.P.

I wrote this because I hate to see people at the end of their lives, slowly wasting away in a sick bed. If it was me, no longer able to look after myself, and had no quality of life, then I would hope someone would slip me a cyanide appletini, lol.

Pathos.

Stop Internet Stupidity

Please show your support for this web site, and stop internet censorship, that is going to cost legitimate consumers and businesses millions in lost revenue.

Thankyou,
Pathos.

wanna.

I wanna be happy,
Not twisted in despair,
I wanna feel true love,
Not that nobody fucking cares,

I wanna see the future saved,
Not torn apart at the seams,
I wanna see us rise up as one,
Not the nightmares in my dreams,

I wanna feel we can make it,
Not that we've already lost,
I wanna see us take a stand,
Not just fight over the cost,

I wanna say we have a chance,
Not to fail our childrens tomorrow,
I wanna say that but now it seems,
Not likely, and full of sorrow.

Written in 10 minutes, 05/04/2009 at 12:43pm. About 20 minutes ago. 13:03pm now as I post this.

Here's hoping I am wrong, but the longer we squabble over the cost of change, the more expensive it is going to get. You don't need a PHD in Finance to know that. The whole planet needs to make a huge effort in making zero impact energy sources, like solar production of Hydrogen for consumption in regular vehicles or fuel cell cars of tomorrow. A fuel cell car makes enough power to run your whole house from it if required. So instead of plugging in the car to the house, you would plug the house into the car if their was a blackout. We either start to make this available technology more attractive with government incentives or we give our children the worst gift of all, a bleak, cold and miserable future. The problem isn't that the oil will run out, it's the damage it will do before it does run out. These changes will take hundreds of years to fix once the world stops using fossil fuels, but the sooner we start, the sooner we have a future worth giving to our children. Nothing Else Matters.

Pathos.

Just wrote this 30min ago.

Because of time difference it will say wrong time below. Is 16:02 as I post this.

Rememberance of Joy.

I never stopped wanting you,
Even when you cut my soul,
I never told you I hate you,
That's because I don't,

Even when I left you,
And it all fell apart,
I still wanted you here with me,
Like way back at the start,

It seems so long ago,
When I held you so close,
The feelings that I had for you,
A school kids childish boast,

But now it's over,
And there's no-one to blame,
We let us drift apart,
We lost the love we'd gained,

So now we're both alone,
With no-one to hold near,
No hand to hold in mine,
No-one to wipe away your tears.

Adrift in a sea of nothing,
With nought to feel or do,
Until I find somebody,
To love as much as you.

Written in 5 minutes, 22/03/2009 at 15:33 pm. While working at Mersey Hospital.

Pain

If I felt all of the pain I hide,
Inside the darkness of my soul,
Where I store the things I don't wanna feel,
Till I need to feel once more,

It would eat me up so quickly,
No-one would be spared,
The chaos that I could begin,
Because you said you cared,

I know now that you lied to me,
Lied straight to my face,
Never told an ounce of truth,
I never had your faith,

Watch me as the pressure builds,
See the steam seep through,
Duck and run for cover now,
You know it's aimed at you,

As useless as my love for you,
You try to get away,
But there is no escaping,
The schrapnel as it sprays,

I'd let you see it,
This pain inside my heart,
You'd see the damage first hand,
As I blow apart,

But this isn't how I feel now,
Just how I felt that day,
I said my last goodbye,
I cried as I walked away.

Kinda brutal this love we feel,
The emotions that it stirs,
It is the human gift,
It is the human curse,

We'd do anything for love,
But is that a real excuse,
For all the pain we cause ourselves,
For all the self abuse.

Written at 2:37am 14/03/2009 the morning of my first possible drag race, if the weather comes good, but it don't seem likely now. Guess I just couldn't sleep. LoL.

Pathos.

Funny Photo of the Week.

I know it's politically incorrect of me to point out the obvious, but like I care about politics. If you can't laugh at this you either need to diet, or get a sense of humor, or both.




Pathos.

Thought for the Day.

Live without fear,
Die without regret,
Words to live your life by,
Don't ever forget.

Quick one I thought of at Devonport Court. 20/02/2009 in about 5 seconds. Definitely one to remember though.

Pathos.

Picture I Made in MS-Paint

Wasn't sure what I was drawing, and this is what it turned into.




Pretty funny really.




Pathos.

How Far We Have Come

Anyone who recognizes this piece of equipment is probably old enough to be your Grand Parent. Made in 1956 this was the first Hard Drive. Holding a MASSIVE 5mb of data (No that's not a typo, lol) and weighing in at over a tonne. Makes me think though, if this is the HDD, how BIG was the PC case??????


Pathos.

How to capture a President Bush Pokemon

Funniest little animation I have seen in a while. I Lawled at this a long time.




Take that Bush.




Pathos.

The Message.

The Message.

Heaven, open up your Pearly Gates,
And let this soul inside,
An angel for you is on their way,
Another great has died.

They filled my life with meaning,
That never will be lost,
A light that lit up the darkest room,
To win your affection at any cost,

They could alway be counted on,
When trouble was coming near,
They always fought the good fight,
And did it without fear,

And as they waited closer to the end,
And further from the start,
They opened up and spoke to me,
Spoke right from the heart,

They told me not to fear death,
But to revere instead your life,
To live each day like it's your last,
To struggle through all strife,

And never give in to the evil,
Of which the world is facing,
To fight back all your fears,
As your heart starts racing,

And know that when it is your time,
There's no reason to be scared,
It's more important for all to know,
That while you were here, you cared.

Written 04/02/2009 at 03:27am in 15 minutes.

For anyone who has ever lost someone they cared for.

Pathos.

An older poem but a good reminder to participate.

The Journey.

Long way to heaven, short trip to hell,
Hard road to travel, unless you wanna smell
Burnt flesh searing, crispy in sin,
Hard road to travel, let the journey begin.

The way forward is so unclear,
The fog of war is all around,
We try to do right,
and do wrong instead,
We send ourselves to hell,
with a bullet in the head.
Politics and pencil pushers,
Make the world so fucked,

Their constant betrayal of truth,
Destroys the future with no proof,
The terrorists they battle,
A fight they cannot win,
The terrorists aren't out there,
They're attacking us from within.
But why is it we're fighting,
Where did all this shit begin,

I'll take you back to the start,
You'll see where it all began,
Then I'll show you the future,
Let you see the fall of man,
Then I'll ask you if it's worth it,
As I look into your eyes,
Ask you how it feels,
To watch the worlds demise,

See it all for yourself,
No need to tell you lies,
No need to fake what you see,
Or say who's wrong or right,
You'll see it all for yourself,
But you can't make it halt,
Untill you finally admit it,
It's all your fucking fault.

Started 04/05/2007, added to on 30/06/2008, and 21/07/2008. Added bit after attacking us from within on 26/11/2008 at 23:43pm in about 5 minutes. Seems a lot more complete now.

Basically, the world is probably screwed, and everyone is partly to blame. Until we all realise that, and start to work as a single species not umpteen different races, then we probably are doomed.

Pathos.

Fresh from the mind of Pathos to you.

Forgiveness.

I miss you more,
With every breath I take,
The love I felt for you,
Was something I can't fake,

I liked the way you'd smile,
I loved the way you'd kiss,
I liked the way you hugged me,
That's something I will miss,

It's hard to know it's over,
With both of us to blame,
Our love at times pure passion,
Desires so hard to tame,

There's not an inch of you,
That I havn't touched or felt,
And though it's been some time,
I know just how you smelled,

Just know that if you need me,
You only have to call,
For anything that requires my help,
No task too big or small,

I promised you I'd love you,
And I will through all the pain,
Your my best friend forever,
Even if you drive me insane,

My promises I always keep,
So call me night or day,
You know I do forgive you,
Wish you could say the same.

Written 03/02/2009 at 23:30pm in about 20 minutes.

5 minures before posting it here, but that's AEST. Australian Eastern Standard Time.

Pathos.

A poem I wrote just in case.

Legacy Of A Promise.

I'll read this if, I see the day,
When someone or something,
Takes you away,
For all the things I wanted to say,
But couldn't,
When you we're here.

I'll list the times you've saved my heart,
From the end,
Back to the start,
And all the time that was in between,
That I loved you,
Without fear.

I'l tell the world
You we're my girl,
So special, so kind, so rare,
So full of joy to see the world,
The places you did go,
Still wanting to go eveywhere.

But no-one else you ever knew,
Loved you like I'll always do,
But please don't yell "I Loved Her Too",
I know your pain is real,
I just had to say to all of you,
I know just how you feel.

Written back on the 29/10/2005 at 1am. Was written for Emma my now ex girlfriend. But I still miss her, even with all the pain. LOL.

I mainly wrote this to try to show how important it is to say how you feel at every opportunity, cause when they are gone, they are gone forever. So say it while you can.

Pathos.

Back after small absence.

I havn't written much in the last week or so, probably through too much time in MMORPG's, lol. But I have been watching what's going on around me. Seems to me we're already in a recession, but no government body has the Ballz to tell us the truth. So batten down the hatches, and prepare yourself for all the crap that has yet to inevitably hit the fan. The world is a car going too fast into a sharp corner, only question is how far it will get before it loses control and leaves the road. How much damage is done depends on the skill of the people now in charge, such as Barack Obama, and how good their car control is, and how well they can apply the brakes with the precision required so we only skid out, and not completely total ourselves. I have high hopes for him, but it will take the efforts of all the people of the world to save us from ourselves, starting with more eco friendly energy sources.

Pathos.

A Poem for my next Special Someone.

Re-Birth.

Lost and lonely,
Tired and weary,
Eyes are sore,
Red and bleary,

Soul so empty,
Till you came,
Keep me healthy,
Keep me sane,

No longer lonely,
Broken, in pieces,
You hold me together,
With love that never ceases,

I'm stronger now with you,
Than when we we're apart,
Before I held your hand,
I'd never felt my heart,

A feeling overcomes me,
Like I've never had before,
I want you now, lets do it,
On the polished dance floor,

I'll make love to you in public,
I don't care if they see,
Cause all that really matters,
Is that your here with me.

Written in 10 minutes, 17/12/2008 at 12:53pm.

If anyone feels like making any of these into songs, let me know. I am open to negotiations. Contact me through twitter at www.twitter.com/pathosbedlam

Any unauthorised use or reproduction will be frowned upon though. %-(|

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More Ex Inspired Poetry.

End Point.

Tried to build a future,
Tried to reach the skies,
I watched it crash and crumble,
Turn to shit before my eyes,

I thought that we could make it,
Now I see I was wrong,
Waiting on the last note,
Of the final gong,

Now your no longer here,
I sit here on my own,
Lonesome, lost and weary,
On my lonely throne,

Knowing that you won't come back,
No, never to return,
Your light of love has flickered out,
No longer will it burn.

Written in 5 minutes just before work doing P.P at mersey hospital 17/01/2009 at 19:40pm.

Just a quick one that popped in my head the other day.

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A Change of Pace.

Last Light.

The light has started to fade,
As you end another day,
And watch the sky lose it's color,
As it all turns so grey,

You look back and remember,
What you've done in your life,
You look back and remember,
When I asked you to be my wife,

You look back and regret it,
When your answer was no,
You look back and you shudder,
Now your heart is so cold,

And you'll die alone,
Like I said you would,
No-one there to hold your hand,
Wouldn't that be good,

All the times I said I cared,
But you turned me away,
Now your cold and alone,
On your dying day,

Tired, scared and all alone,
Oh so full of fright,
No-one there to hold your hand,
As you slip into the night,

Holding back a mighty flood,
Of all your lonely tears,
Because I wasn't there,
For all these lonely years,

No-one else to blame now,
Nothing else to do,
Say a last goodbye,
As your lips turn blue,

Nothing else to say now,
For all the love I gave,
Your life has finally ended,
It's time to dig the grave.

Written in 20 minutes or so all up,

Started at 04:45am 20/12/2008

Added 3rd last paragraph as I woke up at 17:03pm on the 21.12.2008.

2nd and 3rd Last paragraphs added 22/01/2009 at 02:01am.

Last paragraph added at 0400 on the 05/07/2009 while on Patrol duty at MCH. Just felt it needed it.

I won't mention names, but this and many other poems (not yet posted, and may never be), we're written because of the pain I had to deal with from my ex girlfriend. Lets just call it my way of dealing with the unwanted emotions. Makes good inspiration though, LOL. If I get some feedback I may consider posting some more. Lets face it, people love it when someone else is in pain, very entertaining. Just like Funniest Home Videos.

The poem is set many years into the future, when she's about 80, just so you know. It's not like I don't want her to be happy, I just don't think she will ever let herself be happy.

Pathos.

Puzzle Poem.

Portrait.

Alone and restless,
Otherwise numb,
Life under nourished,
Dry shit tongue,
Every day tormented.

Written 12/09/2008 19:17pm.

Worked it out yet?
Lets see who the smart ones are among you.

End Times?

End Times.

The world it seems,
Has lost it's way,
And chosen the wrong path,

Alone and lost,
It has to find,
It's way back home, and fast,

There isn't long now,
Till we'll see,
What this path will bring,

Or what will come,
Of all of life,
As we see natures sting,

But afterall,
It's natures choice,
Who lives and who dies,

It's not for us,
To make that choice,
So say goodbye to life,

So as it was,
It soon will be again,
To dust we will return,

It's time to turn,
Off all the lights,
No longer will they burn,

But fear not mankind,
Although our time is through,
And new life soon will take our place,
There's nothing now to do,

We'll never be forgotten,
As the mighty human race,
Our messages last forever,
Out in the void space.

Written in 15min 21/01/2009 at 06:05am.
Just started typing, and this came out, I wonder if I should worry? Nah I can't be bothered, might be a good fireworks show.

Was also the day of Barack Obama's inauguration as President. Not that that should be a negative on him, I think he's about the first decent president the USA has had in quite a while, but mayby it's just momentum I feel. It's not easy to stop, half way down the water slide to oblivion, is it. Just something you should consider. Mayby we need to hit rock bottom, before we can truly appreciate what we had, and strive to do it the right way this time around. I think anyone with the ability to spend around 50.000 dollars to make their home run on a combo of solar and solar produced hydrogen, should do so, and lessen the burden of power companies, so we can be weaned off coal and nuclear power plants. You could use the hydrogen to also fuel your personal vehicle, even your current one with a gas mod. It basically burns and the only exhaust gas, is water and Oxygen, which could be collected, then filter out the water and add pure Oxygen back into the engine like an Oxygen turbo setup. Lots of possibilities. Only question is whether we can do it in time.

Pathos.

More Poetry.

A song for the world.

Shake up,
Wake up,
Don't take it lying down.

Can't you see the world you love,
Is burning to the ground.

Stand up,
Stand tall,
Show what you all can do.

The world can't take it anymore,
It's time is nearly through.

And now you see it,
as your life goes flashing by,
And now you feel it,
and you all begin to cry,
Look what we've done now,
something we can't take back,
You step out on the ice,
You watch it start to crack,

We can't afford to wait no more,
The clock is nearly dead,
We can't afford to think or talk,
Or discuss what's been said,
We have to make a change right now,
Before it is too late,
We have to give the world a chance,
Or else we seal our fate.

Written 10/08/2008 from 4:10 to 4:24am.
Quick ain't I :-)

This poem/song I wrote when working at a mine site in West Tasmania. The bleak surrounds we're probably responsible for the inspiration. Although a lot of it is what we are doing to our planet. That's right it's OUR Planet. Isn't it about time we learned to share it, as well as the technologies we have developed to make renewable hydrogen. Solar production of hydrogen to fuel our vehicles is the only way to save us long into the future. Wars over the black death that oil is, won't get us anywhere.

Pathos.

P.S I am letting you leave comments this time. Swear if you want, doesn't phase me at all, as long as it's used in the correct context of course, lol.

A Poem for my followers.

Twilight.

The sun it sets again,
On another day,
A tribute to the night,
It slowly fades away,

And soon it is replaced,
By the starlit night,
Earth is bathed in twilight,
The moon it shines so bright.

All the night time critters,
Stop hiding from the day,
At one with mother nature,
They forrage, hunt and play.

Obeying the laws gave to them,
On their day of birth,
Unlike the human menace,
That lives upon the earth.

The humans do their own thing,
Never to obey,
They rape, pillage and plunder,
All of life away,

Their fate it will be sealed,
Because of their disgrace,
Their actions will destroy,
The entire human race.

Their ignorance and stupidity,
Will end their selfish lives,
No longer to hold sway,
Over all they see in sight,

Till once again the time it comes,
Mother nature reigns supreme,
Who ever said those silly humans,
Were part of her grand scheme.

Written in 12 minutes 18/11/2008

Just sorta started and chose it's own direction. More of a Phrophecy than a song. Go ahead and try to prove me wrong. I dare ya. Yes I really did write it that fast, once the idea happens in my head it will just pour out all over the keyboard. This poem was inspired by the time of day that it was written at, sunset, aka Twilight. Written on my HipTop2 as is this extra info, both while doing Patient Protection, the most boring security job in the world, LOL.

Pathos.

Disclaimer

Not just a great Seether album, also a warning. If you are easily offended by strong viewpoints, look away now. All comments left, are by me alone, Pathos. I am not religous, and have no problem telling you I don't care much for organised religions. They start more wars than any government, so I am gonna go with "They Suck". People don't need to be religious to be Righteous. Respect others, and they will respect you. Simple. Don't be blinded by the crap the world throws at you every day, see through it to the real truth, that we're all the same species, and it's about time we acted like it. If I had to rate the age of the population of the Earth as a whole, I would say we we're a bunch of pre-pubescent hooligans, who thought we knew it all. It's no wonder we don't get visitors, who'd want to go play nice with the neighbourhood smartass?

Pathos.

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