At the moment I have started to write some poems

In my usual haunts i have written a few poems about the madness that is my mind and how I perceive a few things in my life, here are 2 of them

__________________________________________________________

THESE WALLS ARE MY COFFIN

They mock me.
They cage my soul and my form.
The grow and shrink with time.
They are the shackles of an:
unwanting, unforgiving, uncaring world.
They cage me and contain me in every way.
They bend and stretch with me,
Or do they?
Is it me they are keeping in.
OR IS IT?
They are locking themselves out.
I know the journey to escape,
but why should I?
I am Safe here,
I am Warm here,
But I am 1 man in 1 prison
Isn't everyone else the same?

Why should I think outside this box
It is my box and I made it!

__________________________________________________________
The Door of Doubt

The prison is in my mind
There are 4 walls and 1 small window
The bars are that of faith
There foundations are that of truth
The bricks are that of belief
There mortar is order

I am enslaved by my thoughtlessness
I am bound and restrained to there order
I depend on there presence
I am ignorant of there purpose
I am the centre

But if I do not think of them they dissolve
If I focus on the question of why?
They cease to be
The key to cell is simple.

Now what do you think of them, message my msn with the comments you know I love to hear as well as criticisms on them.
you cannot be a good writer without help!

Becoming more Metal than Man

I recently have shifted musical stances. Again
Metal and Hip hop are the new me! apparently

As I have left home my music taste has changed into what I fear is a slippery slope of doom.

As I was once exposed to Matty's taste in hardcore, I found it bearable but loud but now I am on my own most of the time I find the amount of noise and hardcore metal great. I gives me the one thing I sometimes lack PURE AGGRESSION.
Its not just noise anymore its the mosher in me escaping and the demon persona I keep locked aways key. Imagine a dosile and clam person just wanting a release every now and then and this is it.
With the help of Dan I have found a partial taste for:
Converge Children Of Bodom
Himsa Slayer
Suffocation Lamb Of God
Black Dahlia Murder
Boltthrower
Lol I proper love em for my mind loves the noise!

As for the Hip Hop that was an influence from living in the getto of boro where I come from
NWA WuTang Kanye West Eminem
Psyche Origami Snoop Dogg Outkast
and many more
this is the music of choice for also moshing too but also for a more meaningful life, Gangsta is good and the beats are way better than some of the more modern crap. I dont know why I love it I just doo.

So there you have it!

Anil's 21st Bday bash

LOL all I can say is the poor bugger was absolutely wasted within an hour and went to bed happy, everyone else stayed up and played pool till like 4 in the morning. Anil was soooooo bad he threw up all over the kitchen (proper nice I'll tell thee) and it took 2 of us to get him to bed. LOL

I proper pasted the Melvingion at one game of pool but lost the rest and had a good lol. I had a good mess about with Ed's Sound system which is now in the front room (Where it should have been all along) playing a bit of Converge and Die Apokalyptischen Rieter and many more.
Had a few games of pool and won like 40% of them so that is not too bad as I am proper shite on our table.

As some of you may know Sezzy P came down too see me (YEAY!) she whooped some serious ass in the 5 odd games of pool she had and won most by default, lucky git. Spent most of the night messing about with me and the people of the best Hizouz in Scarborough (And you know I am right).

Left teh first partey of the Hizouz at 4am and went to bed proper happy and mellow (I wonder Why? LOL). This is the damage that needs to be rectified

M@ = £60 for alcohol
20 Becks Bottled
20 Kroneburg Bottled
20 Grosh Export
1 Vodkat
2 Pringles
1 Bottle of champers
Me = £20 for Snacks and other stuff
2 Bottles of Coke
2 Cartons of Orange Juice
2 Bottles of wine
14 bags of Crisps
2 Pringles
1 Bombay Mix
6 Kitchen Rolls
40 Plastic cups
1 Tampered with smoke alarm (well it was cold outside!)
And all of it is gone! Yeah so a good weekend was had by all, including the wasted Anil lol.

Now that is a bday partey ( I AM TALKING TO YOU MAM AND DAD)