oxyMORONS

Finger tapping away,
Keep the scrapping at bay,
Implicit irony,
Degenerates that generate,
Intrinsic virally,
The hateful that hate,
This is both their end product,
And their only starting weapon,
They will send "whaddup",
But fight against you like a spartan repping.

Trust is for the trusting,
Turn around show your back!
This knife is for the thrusting,
Living in a microcosm of micro 'cos' and 'umm's.
Regard has rendered for regality,
Linguistic expression suffers fatality,
Cool colloquialisms take primacy,
Of importance,
Unconscious to self-fulfilling prophecy,
Who taught us?
Denounced as 'dumb' or illiterate,
Then you just play into the hand of it.
Nonsensical.
YOU make no sense at all!!

Why shall one then pay attention?
When this remuneration is retention,
Keeping one's head,
Sleeping in one's own bed,
Make it and thus lie in it,
Take their trust and die in it!
The oxymoron of external destruction being self-destructive,
Understanding must be placed on the jealous obstructive,
There is reasoning behind what you do,
And why you are allowed to do it,
Don't stagnate it, instead renew it.
Give them something more to attack,
The more they attack is the more they watch it back.
Ultimately they become the personified oxyMORON,
They hate what they rate whilst putting on their jealousy jacket.
There is a thin line between, but to clutch onto love is automatic.
Oxymoronic?...

This Train

I just sit here riding this train,
Its abyss here finding his brain,
He being any 'I' that know the pain,
Stop after stop whether sun, hail, sleet or rain,
Different weathers are not the elements that matter here,
This is about the mechanical elements that underlie us in sphere,
They carry us,
Prince Harry does??
Hmm..

Bakerloo, Metropolitan, Jubilee, Northern,
I wonder if the creators or carriers of these names were Mormon,
Regardless - these names hold weight to me,
Where do you get off?
Ahhh!! The same. Its fate you see!
Strangers that see each other every day,
Taking the same journey but never say Hey!
Internally asking "Where were you yesterday?"
She must've been sick..
Missed my race to that seat, to see whose feet prove quick,
Minor victory in this underground world,
The place with odours to make nose follicles curl,

This train! I still ride it though,
Even possessing a car won't stunt our flow,
In the 'Big Smoke' It makes more sense,
Hence why it progressively pinches our last pence,
The quickest route is to be on the rails,
While the thickest fools feed on tube tales,
You have to live it to know it,
Feel it to sow it,
Feed it to grow it,
A multitude of meanings to gain,
When I ride, I ride this train.

Addiction

So here I lay,

On this last day of May,
Pondering how it placates me,
Lessening yearning as it Play-Mates me,
Playing with addiction is less pain,
To go without, is to go insane,
It is the happiest heinous friend you could have,
The lapping up of genius tends to soul grab.
You're left with nothing,
But YOU carved the curve of your own coffin.

That which seems jovial and satisfying,
Shows itself to be Lust- full of lying,
Who knew addiction had a face?
Who knew contradiction had a taste?
Bitter isn’t it?
Better than a prison bid?
To give your all to something you have no control over,
You may as well live in a brewery practicing to be sober,
IT should never puppet you!
You have to hold it in your hand and cup it too.
You take the authority,
Never fall victim to become a minority,
The small group of those who are powerless in disguise,
There's nothing wrong with a little addiction -
as long as you know the route to where the exit path lies.