A world of philospohy and mind! The S.T Reveiw is a Containership of thoughts and infinite possibilitys.

The First Ponder

Sitting in a room,

Laughing with jokers and kings.

as the light shines through the window pane

and god judges our sins.

 

Sitting in a bus

sitting with downers and flyers

thoughts flying,

people crying,

money changing hands

wanting to travel on

but stuck in no mans land.

 

Sitting in a bar

Making Myself forget

past years flow by

and i wonder when my flat will get repossesd


The Second Pondering

The physical mind takes up space

But the mind itself is infinite

it spreads past the skull

and into the worlds memories.

 

I just smoked some plastic

and a rabbit

then a pigeon

a hamster and a bin 

 

I just smoked some puff!

 

The dog won't stop loving me

and toms rolled a joint

we went up stairs

and the steward once said

dont forget to pull you foreskin

over your head.

 

Sammys doing a jig

"Oi Sam, You've got brown lip...

Nah mate, nah mate"

Its alwyas, always, the sane people

that go insane.

The Half Ponder

Come on Sam we'll turn this into a dish

The dog barks

as I try to watch Casualty "Dun Dun DUn DUN DUN DUNN",

Stop Fucking Growling!!!

I Can't Vocalise - 3rd Pondering

In a shack and on the tube,

Girls in mini skirts and tight jeans are just waiting for a fucking.,

We are more than happy to oblige,

 They are more than happy to let us delve in to past secrets and treasures,

Tea cups, fag ends and stained sheets. Smoke, drink into a frantic mood,

Take a train to a new place and let it teach you what to do.

Me And My Muse - 4th Pondering

Me and my muse,

We sit and linger,

With other poets and a down and out singer,

 

We all share stories of past rejections,

Small apartments,

Electricity bills,

And hollow affections,

 

Here between us all there is similarity,

Of wasting away in gin,

And not waking until 3,

All we strive to do,

Is to to be good at what we know best,

But here we sit sinking gin,

We can't afford the zest,

 

All of us,

Libertines, harlequins, poets, artists, and musicians,

We all tell the same story.


Theft Of Emotion - 5th Ponder

When I write,

People take my words,

Your taking them right now,

Please give me back my words,

 

My words, ripped out,

From my head,

The things I said,

The things I read,

 

Emotion, like a drug,

Spiralling like the table I sit


Insomnia

the wake up call when its not morning
Try to count sheep but its not working
stop it now and go to bed
I can't I can't its in my head


Sleep Sleep i need to sleep
I really can't stop Yawning
been awake 24 hours now
its already morning

My eyes feel horrible like they gonna explode
I need to go to sleep
but as i lay there wide awake
the voice begins to creep

Can't go to bed and can't wake up
when will my suffering stop
shh shh we can't wake them
it will be easier just to chop

chop chop into my arms
so they don't stop bleeding
then ill be able to sleep
although i won't be breathing