Researching The Self

Going caving,
Deep into my mind,
Let’s see what I can find . . .
I’ll be back with a bible worth of knowledge and an empty pack of biscuits I fed to all the criminals…

Bears Rebellion 21/10/14

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The Heavy Hand Of Hell

I guess I
I got handed
I got handed the heavy hand of hell
And that’s alright
That’s okay
I’ll survive
For another day!

Bears Rebellion 20/10/14

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Dear Mummy

I just called to say I love you
You weren’t there
That’s okay
I know you care
In lots of ways
I know you love me lots and lots
I’ll try again later
And in the meantime
Know I love you just as much xx

Bears Rebellion 19/11/14

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V For Vegetarian

I told her I was going vegetarian
She replied “But what will you eat?”
And I told her . . . .
Avocados, berries, fruit like cherries,
Spinach, nuts and seeds.
The list went on and on and on forever more.

Bears Rebellion 19/10/14

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My Relief

I rode to Spain on a rocking horse
Then climbed straight on up to the clouds
Using them as stepping stones to the end of the road
Then turned round and came home again

Bears Rebellion 18/10/14

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Too Much

Too much Facebook,
Too much you porn,
I’m taking a break
Until the next dawn.
Xx nighty night lovers

Bears Rebellion 17/11/14

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Angry Old House

On the bus I wave as it rolls on by our house . . .
The House of Ours shakes in wary response; in agony trying desperately to spit you from its bowels, swearing it senses you hiding inside, but no, you are long gone before. The House of Ours instead senses a wee dog named Alice, a wee dog waiting for you, scratching the walls and pissing on the floor in terrible loneliness, frantically, desperately missing you. The House of Ours is busy heaving and moving, creaking and cracking, windows smash and the roof caves in . . . Alice escapes, tasting freedom, feeling panic as she runs down Tiny Street towards you, she knows where you go, she is hungry for love. YOU BEST BE WAVING A BISCUIT FOR HER !!!

Bears Rebellion 17/10/14

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