A Douechebag The New Vogue

Wiggle a wincy dincy wiggle 
Cute as a cat's tail striped 

Fluffy fury worn for a cocktail in fashion 
Lupe, dopey, animal rights chasing Gaga 

A friend I know, I would have to know 
To be a friend, dum dum diddle dum 

Said just call all such kind as 
A douchebag, a douchebag  

To say such a word is in fashion too 
A douchebag, a  douchebag on a Paris catwalk

What or who is a douchebag  
Is it this season's designer bag in vogue 

Seriously I had a poem in mind 
Just don't know where it went..

A douechebag, a douechebag 
Guess that makes me a douechebag 

He went to war

I can not hold this thought in me, no more 
It will sink the vessel that stands 
Under this strain in half at Bermuda  


I can not tell the mother that wave  
Your son will serve at the front line 
Of wars at Normandy where the enemy stands 


And I promise to bring him back in one piece 
For Christmas, I swear I would, indeed I would 
Without any scare on hearts, oh sure I would 


But batten down the hatches tonight 
Just in-case, the earth should crack at Omaha beach 
And I am only to have, his dog tag in toe 


When I knock on your door this late 
Oh, but he was a hero, made of brawn  
Who fought for this land he called his own 


I will make sure he gets a bronze statue with rose 
Stood firmly in Trafalgar square with poppy 
For he went to war with the bravest of heart 


And fought in the fields, to free love in hostage 
He found a spear, right through his heart 
That left him bleeding, emotions gust 


I can not hold, this thought in me  
It weighs too heavy, on my weakened chest 
While I wait outside, your door to announce 


What words, am I to start of with   
It weighs too heavy on my weakened chest  
I can not hold t' thought in me 

On Road Maps

I travelled a thousand miles to distant lands 

I heard it held treasures  

To fill the bankers vault 

That lure of the Wild West, the good life  

Daring, romantic and tragedy 

With such power of seduction 

I became a cow boy and travelled far 

Only to find out, paradise is sat between 

Genesis and odyssey, threading the needles eye  

I missed my stop, stop driver, oh how so blind can one be 

To lack the sense of direction, redundant maps 

To be made prodigal, void of navigation

The birds and dolphins, penguins 

Follow such routes, made absent to man

But then one can be excused

My glasses I wear sits on my noise

To support my failing sight, some times 

The inside looks more dirty a' murky than it is worth

I am long sighted, 

So by default, by far I see from a distance or is it nearer 

My vision 20-20 sends conflicting ideologies

Each to its own, 

Owing to be a master of me and I of life

I am worth more, I demand more

And for more in obstacles I find to deal with

 Cliché of Rome, the London bridge stands 

It wasn't built in a day, the Eiffel tower 

And this is to be bigger than Rome

So saddle up cow boy, two stops away from destination 

Attempts at threading needles, bonzia, bingo 


Lets go for the, Good Life 
The Gold rush, treasures 
The wins on poker tables, light flash  

Crazy Does, Right

Crazy does what crazy feels  
Half the time, as blind as a bat, don't bother  
The shrink, would have a field day with him 


I tell you, his lost it, his marbles, eject(ed)
I say, I say, his lost it 
Someone call the mad house 


Who would have thought 
A cup of coffee, to "render" an art  in form 
Creamed with shapes of leaves and   love

Crazy does what crazy feels 
To jump off a plane, on free fall 
Of mountain stands, blind as a bat 


To have the sponsors queue in line
To crest his attire, red-bull eager  
Who would have thought, such boldness could stand


Crazy does what crazy feels, parkour 
Jump off roofs, on rules book break, across Paris stand 
Like Notre Dame, on free run


He only went and got himself 
A role in the James Bond movie, Casino Royale 
Blind as a bat, crazy does, on no regard 


Who would have thought 
Such obscenity could stand, on audacity  
Where is reasoning, to rationalise such concept  


Crazy does what crazy feels 
Those boys, must have been, crazy right?
The Wright brothers, to have wanted to be bird like


And fly on wings, who would have thought 
The elite will be in queue, to join such craze
Never mind the masses, all on brain wash 


#come fly with me
#lets fly, lets fly, again 
#crazy right?


Crazy does, what crazy feels and "impact"
Half the time, blind as a bat 
Oblivious to the puzzles, argued on doubt


That sends shivers, worries, constant  
Down, the sane man's spine 
He examines to attest, on rational's back  


His intelligence to critic, on analyses made 
It is confirmed insanity, get the nut house ready
Informed them quick now, that crazy is to be locked 


Half the time, he is as blind as a bat
Who would have thought, crazy of all craze 
He went to the moon, as blind as a bat 

The Tapestry of Art

If in paintings Picasso and Miret    
Van-gogh can be painted, woven in words    
Decision, "indecision" subjective in abstract meaning  
To have stories told in such fine finesse of elegance       


A thousand and one  Arabiain nights  
Shahrazad carved in stones of literature  
Like presidents on mount Rushmore    
To stand freely the test of time


If words can be transformed  
Into sound, music      
And movement with pureness  
Rhythm of grace     


And "fate" in signs of language, meaning  
Is projected by the delicate ballerina on floors  
With richness of old Paris in fashion     
English Shakespearian stories enacted 


From Russia with love of the art, gift parcels   
Signs the man to assemble 
Ballet Diaghilev impresario 
To bring the "golden age of ballets russes" 


I  would add poetry to glorify  the options
The essence of art and sophistication   
Define civilisation as the cross roads layered  
Between complexity of varied cultures influenced   


Seasoned to be infused, like a collage
Presented as a treasure of humanity
A master piece of delicacy 
The crown jewel of enlightenment


I would add poetry, to its richness adored
To define the tapestry of art, civilisation of man
Which no man can own as possession hidden in vaults 
No race can solely lay claim to, as history tells