This blog is based on thoughts, theories, ideas & other bullshit that flutters about my mind. As that has now begun to overflow, i have decided to unleash these turds of wisdom on the general public. Thank-you. Enjoy. RK

Sunday, December 12, 2010

If I Say What I Mean, Must I Then Mean What I Say?

Does an author have to feel every emotion that they write?

An issue was raised the other day, one I feel must be discussed some more.
Can a writer write about something they have not felt before?
Can I write a poem or a story displaying emotions that are not real?
Will every word I type describe exactly how I feel?
You can't judge a book by it's cover apparently. But everyone does.
If I show anger or swear in a piece, would you assume you know the cause?
Probably. Issues with aggression and temper immediately spring to mind.
Plenty more labels I'm sure you can find.
A series of swears and curses, blasphemes and profanities,
F-words, c-words, s-words and other vulgarities.
Surely then this guy is a swine, lacking in respect and decency?
Probably a maniac, maybe been arrested recently.
I am not and have not by the way,
Though for my soul, I hope you find time to pray.
Anyway.....
Say I write an ode to a sweetheart, that she had stolen my heart,
That I loved her madly and we would never dare part.
That she's my rose, I go weak when I see her, feel my blood rush,
On to the paper my feelings would gush.
Then that's my wife, right? Perhaps it is in a round about sort of way.
But if I say what I mean must I then mean what I say?
If a writer wants to express a emotion, be it anger or love, sadness or glee,
Then they must have it inside them at that precise time. Don't you agree?
Myself, I disagree. Of course, you must have felt some sort of passion before,
But memories and imaginations are too wonderful to ignore.
So if I write a poem like my previous post (if you haven't read it, you should),
Then the chances are I'm actually not in a foul mood.
By thinking like that you would wonder why most authors bother to get dressed.
The stuff they are publishing make even the readers depressed.
I'm sure they're not like that all the time, I know I am not.
Or the news would be full of writers being shot.
So that's my point made, I hope that it's clear. I wanted it off my chest.
Writers can write whatever they please. Let the readers worry about the rest.

Monday, December 06, 2010

An Unprovoked Attack On An Old Friend

Caution: contains lots of rude words

You think you can hurt me by playin your stupid fuckin' games?
You think you can harm me by callin' me your stupid fuckin' names?
Well fuck you bitch, here's another game to play.
It's called you fuckin' listen while I fuckin' say.
So shut the fuck up, stop talkin your fuckin' shit
You've said your piece so let me say my bit.
You're manic, psychotic, motherfuckin' mad.
These games you play, they're so motherfuckin' sad.
I fuckin' hate you for what you do to me,
You absorb my world entire, my land, my sea.
You throw straight back, everything I offer to you
Give me a break, even a second or two.

You think that what you say leads to the light,
But actually what you say is pure fuckin' shite.
Why believe a word that passes your venomous lips?
I've seen the footage, seen the you-tube clips.
You're not to be trusted. You're a serpent from hell,
You're merely a lump of shit in a diamond crusted shell.
I need to relieve this pressure, I can't refrain.
You've infected my mind, my heart, my soul, my brain.
So please fuck off, fuck off out of my life.
And before you go, here... take your fuckin' knife.
It was stuck in my back, you left it there.
So run along now Rupert, you creepy little bear.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

I Am The Master Of My Own Destiny... Unless Someone Tells Me Otherwise

I am the creator, the architect, I make my own fate,
The words that I write are the words I dictate.
If I want to fucking swear, then it's my fucking choice.
If I want to praise God then I shall rejoice.
If it's something I want, it's something I'll seize.  .
I'll make my own rules and I will do as I please.
For I am the master of my destiny, to greatness I'll rise. 
Unless, of course, my mum says otherwise......

I'll be on the throne, I'm the king of the castle .
You'll bow below.... you're the dirty wee rascle.
"Pour me my wine, prepare me a feast!"
"Fit for your lord, must be the roast beast."
"Ask your king for mercy, you subordinate, you swine."
Total control, high command, supreme power is mine.
For I am the master of my destiny, to greatness I'll rise.
Unless, of course my wife says otherwise......

I am the skipper, I'm the captain of the ship.
Only I hold the wheel, so tight is my grip.
I plot the course, put the 'X' on the map.
"All hands on deck! Don't give me no crap!"
Far away we're sailing, this hell I'll not miss,
We'll head for golden sands, we'll live a life of bliss.
For I am the master of my destiny, to greatness I'll rise.
Unless, of course my kids say otherwise.....