How Ironic.

Definitions of Tia:

• noun: brief episode in which the brain gets insufficient blood supply; symptoms depend on the site of the blockage
• name: A female given name (rare: 1 in 7142 females; popularity rank in the U.S.: #749)

Example: "I get a tia when I think about Tia."

I am a magnificent ponce.

A Poem About My Insanity

Turn through a thousand corners.

None the right directions.

Only watch the heart-sick mourners

And infinite reflections.

Thinking and speaking gets hard,

When shouts and screams are all you can hear.

I wrote my name on a card,

In case I forget it, lost in the labyrinth of my fear.

Happy then sad,

Bouncing on my puppet string.

Sane then mad,

Will nothing ever end this thing?

Stay, go, I don't much care.

A coin digs deeply into my hand.

Walk away or sit and stare.

I imagine myself on sun-soaked sand.

Nothing helps, will nothing work?

Feverish dreams and alien sights.

Another delusion sends me berserk.

The never ending mental blights.

"My broken mind is leaking thoughts, in the corners and cracks.

I can't cope with this tide of sensation. Filling, spilling, drowning me."

Well, That Was Crazy.

My mighty assemblies stand,

Shining brightly, Black, red and gold.

They obey my every command

Rich and poor, young and old.

Watch me laugh as I send them out,

Dropping dead as they march along.

But in their hearts there is no doubt.

They know, that I will keep them strong.

But I don't care for their lives,

Anymore than I care for yours.

When I Think About You.

Like drops of water,

Freezing as ice,

Before they jump,

From the frosted edge of a leaf.

Then melting in the sun,

And continuing to fall,

So flow my thoughts of you.

"There's No Place Like Home"

No. There's a billion place like home.

But only one of them is where you live.

Explanations.

Far off, likely stories,

Of bombs and falling floors,

Crazed former glories,

Mask the hidden stores...

Of strength.

It means:

No one believes that an old man fought in a war. His tales of youth are considered lies fabrications. But he learned in that struggle the greatest skill of all. Patience.

Like fire icing my brain,

The ideas I have burn as they fill me

A million skull holes of pain,

The growth and form, like a cruel tree...

Of inspiration.

It means:

Bursting through in blazes of colour are the fears that my fellow man has gifted me with. What some consider art is just a pain in my head trying to escape. So I hope you enjoy them. Doesn't mean I can't be pompous.

Bread in the gutter,

The greatest of meals,

The morning wing flutter,

To feel what he feels...

An enlightenment.

It means:

Street urchins are forever downtrodden, eating refuse, and dying young. But the great of this world can hide in unlikely places. Greatness in not external, it is an internal quality to turn the ordinary in what it truly is. Extraordinary.

What do you know?

You are but a child,

You still need to grow,

uncivilized, weird, wild...

And Untamed.

It means:

Why do we see the need to turn everything that is not like us to become as us? Is it human nature to kill variety and difference? Be it, youth, age, culture or manner. It seems that "growth" is necessary for us all, so lets go to our "teachers".

Do Any Of My Posts Start With 'E' ?

La la la la.

If Hannah is reading this, I love the new look of your blog, Alexander Pope is pretty awesome.

This is her blog, If she hasn't deleted it: http://eternalsunshineofhannahsmind.blogspot.com/

To everyone who follows (openly or in secret) my blog, I love you, let's get married. If you are reading this, you get fifty points and a hug.

Anyway. How about a rhyme?

Let's all go swim in jelly.

And get sticky and smelly,

Then have a shower,

For half of an hour

In strawberries and cream,

And we'll never get clean!

Oh Joel you handsome word-smith you. No wonder all the ladies fancy you and your Irish accent.

Holidays huh? I know! Car-ay-zee!

I should probably accomplish something meaningful with all this free time.

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I'm going to go play Batman now! :D