The Ribbon On The Everything

A loss of a life on the M25 buys me another hour
A once in a life time chance
To render claims things aren’t like they were
Unjust with a recollection of tonight
The minutes are leaking away
As I’m juggling 99p candles out of my hat
Anything to recontextualize the tone
That dead pork roasting on flames can conjure
Especially when spoiling in a council owned cage
40 on the clock and I’m fumbling by the stereo
Trying to recall a reaction
To each enlistee from a car boot CD collection

25 on the clock and I’m panicking at the wardrobe
Did the blue suit reminder her of her old teacher or…
She’s due at the door any second now!
I know it’s not much, I know we ain’t got a lot
But I’d like to think the results count
At least for more then the thought could
Things feel so still right now
But if we got each other it’ll be a little better

Flavours (Ver.2, W.I.P)

The day starts of wet and ends up dry
A entire film reels of wallpaper starin’ passes me by
I roll the dice, I spin the wheel on my phonebook
And lands on a name, god knows how it got there

We go for shakes
Trying to grasp why we’ve both left the door ajar
We go for mochas
Step 2, trying to think when we walked past each others door
We go for Ales
That’s when it hits us, fuck it, does it even matter?

You slip me the funds to refill my strawberry overflow
Now hang on, are you aiming to slip into V.I.P access?
Cos at this pace, you’ll soon own the deeds to my house
Well whatever you want, you can do it, and do it in spades
If the next round of banana split’s on you

Well colour me surprised
With Betty’s brand colouring or the more fancy shit
The syrup of your expertly crafted profile
The froth of your fringe has formed magnificently
The sweetness of your grin, the sourness of your tongue
Mixes to create a caramel explosion of impressions
You’ll have to forgive how far back I was taken
It’s rare you find this quality of life, on a chance

Slip a loyalty card in my jacket when I’m in the zone
I’ll carry the idea of diving in for seconds, wherever I may roam
Whatever tastes your concoction will conjure up next
Especially now I’ve added myself to the ingredients
Count me first in line, with my buds quivering like crazy
Just to feel you down the back of my throat again
I’m counting the pennies in my pocket
I’ve calculated the digits on the plastic
No commodity is a wasted expense I assure you
Your my new routine, my entire day hinges on you

What It Means To Stay Alive [W.I.P]

No one really knows what to say
A long awaited recess from the infirmary
No icey words, she can only jump right in
She says that you made a impact
She speaks it in a uplifting tone
You’ll never see the effects in your life time
It’s not until your rotting in the soil
Will the fruits on your life will ripen
In the lives of those you brushed past
To the lives you’ve created electricity with
As your show comes to a close
May it be now during the darkest skies
Or a time where the earth itself raptures
May it be when your clock stops ticking
Or if you remove the gears yourself
The burden of carrying on your meme’s
Falls on every man and child
Who carrys the things you’ve passed down
While you silently die inside, in the night
All they can see is your legacy
They see the way you cut away your life-lines
The things that gave you magnificent joy
Just to cleanse the ire of another
A thousand years of pain in one go
To make sure they don’t feel even a strain
You’ll die a villain in their eyes
You’ll die a hero in the eyes of those with eyes
She pauses again, hovers palms against your arm
If you’ll always be waiting for the rise
Take comfort in the seeds you’ve planted
You did good…. In the best way

The Power Of Youth [W.I.P]

Make sure to soak every second of this in
Swipe away the condescending stares and slurs
The ones flung by the powerless low set girls
The attack of your candour behind SMITE accounts

Because your the monarchy right here and now
And the parliament, as well as the rebels and movers
In the arms of your sidekick, in the comfort of his seat
As the subjects grasp for tributes and activities
All to feel for one second they were on your level
Soak it in young’un this’ll be the only time it’s in reach
The only time a flick of the wrist, results in a new glass
Each curve of the spine, encouraging the spit reserve

The aged might tear into the bobbing of the lap
But were they any different, all them nights ago
They gritt their teeth ever second they’re not in your shoes
To command a committee of admirers
To ascend past a 2nd class citizen
Oh what a treat! What she’d give to return to that……

Safety Net’s A Bitch [W.I.P]

You couldn’t find the time to squeeze us in
Not when it’s 2 hours left until the derby
But you’ll be fine, no need to sigh
Not when old Brain’s waiting by your bed side
So a pat on the head, a kiss on the cheek
And I watch you trot out of the door
I’ll just sit here and document 8 rows
Some good, most allright
Finishing off the last of our spiked lemonade
It keeps the utensils in the drawers for another night

You can’t find the heart to miss the showing tonight
Not when it’s a Netflix season premiere
So it’s due again the next fortnight I spose?
So a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek
And another round of spiked coke cola
I’ll sit here and document another 8 rows
Each one being worse and worse then the last
Contemplating where my life even went

3/31

Away

Shifting gears for pinker skies
The kind of sold on the front of seaside postcards
Each one of my friends a Hephaestus in their craft
Each lover a Kikuri-Hime of their circles
Maybe if I could bend reality to my whims
A tangle taffy version of my arms could reach the port
Drag myself along the ocean
And tag along the festivities as the observer
The ticker tape apocalypse
An absolutely brutal assault on the eyes
Courtesy of a lexicon of primary spin off’s
A fuchsia, goldenrod on the back of a cinnabar sapphire

I could fake it you know, I could invent the craft
A world renowned speugerlist at JUST 23?
I’d blend in as a icon in a shit stain
The ones to make this an origin to be proud of
No one would have to know otherwise
They can’t hear my cliff note records
Vs. Your encyclopaedia volumes across monthly installs
When faced with the riddle; “What you been up too?”
They don’t have to see me wait in silence
As blood brothers recount the resumes of quests
Grit teethed in the thick of the crowd
Pleasantness with those who could adore
“I wrote something this week but… It’s not your thing”
“I know you couldn’t come, it’s allright”

To them it’s like a gap in persona’s never occurred
We’re all still arm in arm cheering on for the next day’s barrage
Planning escapes and anticipating breakouts
To them, that’s still how it is
No one will have to know the wiser
Please just cast of while I’m putting on my shoes
Oh can’t you find it in yourself to stay?
But I know none of us win, if you don’t go away

– Lnc0

Effortless Crush

The chrysanthemum can’t compete with her pallet
A blinding radiate for those who didn’t come prepared
Manipulating the very leafs around her
Commanding the daffodils to bloom as she walks by
Giving the peasants permission to offer their gaze
Giving the insects pardon to dock on her legs
Sinking into the domain like she’s one with the planet
To be in such proximity, what a life!

– Lnc0

Gum (W.I.P)

You anticipate it for ours on end
But before you know, it’s devoid of all flavour
Honey I’m your chewing gum
You report back to the colon
The way you would with a Tesco bacon roll
Honey I’m just your top up lunch

Smashing your feet on the front seat
Wearing down the seat belt
Your just a kid on her way to Space Mountain
But when your toosh is of the seat
The Blitz starts to drain away
Sorry Lil Sal, you’ve booked yourself a Haven Holidays

That’s the same look I think you’d have
As hour 4 passes us by
You’ve got the gates to the appsphere on deadlock
In case a microbe of joy might slip you by
“I’d be easier if” “It’d be more convenient”
The cage that binds us all
Nights of passion, Nights of perspiration
Met with a flat tone

Spent too long on your tongue
Gotta spit it out
Honey I’m your Juiceless Steak
Not a morsel of flavour
Taken for the image
Honey I’m your chewing gum

– Lnc0

Badge

At the start of this new job they gave me a badge
A simple unassuming little thing, show the guard at the front
Lets me in for the day, for the 9-5
But little did I know how one little badge, transforms your visage
Like a luchador in the annual forecast meeting
It makes fireworks out of a blade of grass…

…

BADGE! BADGE!! BADGE!!!
I sniff a badge in the ladge!
Flash your vag for the badge
Drop your collage and find the badge!
I hear the badges make for good dadage
Snag the badge to raise lil bradage
Badges in my Shakespeare notes
Badges in my psychology thesis
“Sir can I go home today?
I have the case of the badgelaria!”
Set to badges on my Tinder profile
Me mam said bag a good badge
Nadge that badge till he bladge!
Wadge myself in the way of the badge
Undress that badge in my imadge
Biladgely dictates I NEED THAT BADGE!

Seeing that plastic dangle
Makes a Nile from my palm lines
Apply the goo to my pours
Spike my spawns sippy cups
In hopes they get that Badge DNA in them
Tall, badge, and handgesome
Conditioned since the first Mizz monthly
Photocopies of the badge
Plastered all over my bedroom wall
Gotta have the badge
Gotta make bare badge
Betrothed to a badge or face suicadge
Hang it up on the fridge
Badge to my friends wedding
Badge to my work due
Badge to my dentist appointment
We can only live through the badge

– Lnc0

It’s 2015 [W.I.P]

I mulled over a amusing sight on my box today
A perfect time capsule in the form of trash daytime sitcoms
A youth archetype slung out into the streets
Pushed into the career safari of the ‘real world’

What a stretch from a world only 20 years since
Those who crave for success and for glory
And those who crave the sunlight and the air
Can never exist in tandem, never again

Cos it’s 2015, daddy dearest
And we can only grab success, stuck in our cages
Cos it’s 2015 Mummsie
And now a day spent in Vitamin D is a day wasted
Cos it’s 2015 Grandaddyo
And I’ve never felt more social then on the inside
Cos it’s fucking the 3rd of August 2015!
And an existence outside: now a sure sign of slacking off

– Lnc0