Word Of Advice

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of how to live your life

Words act like guidelines of how to live ones life
But hold on where the hell was mine
As I fell disfuctionalised life
Falling between the lines
With the tick tock not quite right in the head
Meaning all conversations had to be had with me in a mediated state
Engaging with me in a dream like manor
Because all sense of reality was to scary for me
I had to be the king of my own realm
I know that I had heavy dreams
Of who I wanted myself to be when I stick on a CD
Pressing play screaming on my Mapex V5 clattering agressive beats
Trying to shake off mental issues
Of the tittle tattle name calling coming from my school
Dawning In me faking an illness
Taking in security of Dub Wars screams
Or Skunk Anansies wails
Genereating a sense of of fear and social parranoia that would domminate
Making me un easy in parties or gatherings
This made me scared of the outside world
Because learning issues made me confused

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of how to live your life

You see when the guidelines of life were being set
I dont think anyone could predict
What I am going to write about next
You see just after turning 20
I suddenly fell ill and so very deadly
Shivering and shaking like dialated alchoholic on the crave
What I am going to write about is the effective death of me
A rotten appendage and 6ft blunder
from the doctors putting me under
Causing me to fight for every breath
My liver nearly left and that would have been me snuffed out
Without any exspansive life experiences
The casualty of life began to crash down around me
Loosing 3 days in Coma like state
Due to a mis caclution on the anesthetics
Meaning that my muscles tensioned with the flash of light
Bighting onto the air tube
I very nearly drowned with my stumach split wide open
Awakening from my sleeping state to struggle
Coughing and hacking up blood to grasp breath
As my family stood on by with relieved looks stuck on their
As I had come back to conciousness
To spend Nightmarish days and nights
Having tormenting dreams split of psychotic realitys
As Morphine and 5 penicilins was slipping through my body

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of how to live your life

In the guide lines it is harsh to to have a brush with death
But I had a double slap in the face of life
When a dear friend passed away a mear couple of months after my final desperation
A black cloud flew down as he collapsed from and anyuerism in his head
Causing him to bleed out red and slumber comatosed till dead
Leaving behind a family lodging in my parents pride
That were soon to be sowered By the sounds of angry voices
Smashing plates that began to rattle against the walls
Because daddy had a soft spot for the young widow and the sweet little children
Because he saw was something he used to have
As life had become stale for Mum and Dad
So Mum being Mum exploded
And removed the widow and the Kids from their roofs and lodgings
causing what ever support to cappitulate into local hate

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of how to live your life

I suppose the message I am trying to get across
I s that just because my life is different
Does not mean it is any greener then another persons life
Its just that I have a different set of problems
Like having a love life that is non existant
Because sometimes I struggle with knowing how to be with other people
On what terms should I relate to others?
Especially with out drawing heads of steam
Because I find it frustrating and extremly alienating at times
Just wanting to say hello is almost like a mission impossible
Without me being dwarfed by this inflatable figure I hide behind
Maybe I have social and sexual frustrations that I take out on myself
Because drink and drugs dont fir with me
The whole house party scene serves to intimidate me
Which is frustrating when you see smiling faces
And you know you dont fit in

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of ho to live your life

Sometimes I still have nightmares
And people play me as crazy
Because I do not relate to people as easy as a simple as 1, 2, 3
Because of having these mental complexs
Playing me from behind this skin
As flash backs haunt this head
Hellucinations of the torchings coming back
Flashing instincts making me human
As conversations of a serious nature and emotional states
I could communicate was with the pen and paper
Leaving around lyrical notations
Of what I was playing up in my thoughts
And this would bring open conversations
Is that what you are feeling son is that waht you are really feeling?

What is a word of advice?
Is it something of a warning?
Or of how to live your life

I have learned from living in the countryside
Words can be the deadliest of weapons
As vocal desicrations have crossed my paths
As locals collapsed like a jigsaw puzzle
Picking up the pieces with an empty shell
Feeling like we have a hex to burn against my name!

Toilet Rhyme

When you Rhyme you got to let it go with the flow

Im sorry if my rhymes are constipated
I dont mean to be too depictating
They just come to me when I am sat on the Squatter reattling my trotters
Oh no here we gowith one huge humph
And guess what? I am sweating like John Doe
Swine squealing like a blocked up passage way
Heres where damage is done of holding it in
Building swill in the stenching feeling
For the four hours waiting
With the constant bursting anticipation
Of needing to unblock yourself
But holding on as you march from the otherside of town
So you can rush to sit on your thrown
And yell out Timber
Pushing it out of your laurrels
Whilst grunting and Growning
Oh what a feeling

When you Rhyme you got to let it go with the flow


Sometimes I have trouble with diehorea
And so my words come out fast and unclear
As I am sitting on the golden arears
With a wet wibbling thing coming out of my arse
Making a warm sloppy feeling in my undergarms
Generating a pong that pours out of nearly every song
A bit like flipany grammer boiling on Piles
As the hole rumbles ready to blow dark thick chunks
Producing something that looks like a black haddock lake
And a smell that is quite clearly opake
For goodness sake we are going to break
cry my house mates who are quite clearly Irrate
As they had been waiting for a while
I cant help it
Just blame it on my piles
which is making me bleed a rampant vile red
And slapping my arse cheeks raw as hell
When you Rhyme you got to let it go with the flow

How Can I Be A Power

I sit behind an empty screen to add an ovuer
To a near tendril sense of desperation
Screaming out in a lone time voice
I need a savoury truth so I can sink my teeth into a slice of reality
Serving it up with a creme fresh clinkering
Falseness is always the way to go forward
So I try not to look at myself with any self conviction
That i may not carry out tasks in a necessary fashion to succeed
Son you will just stumble to your knees
Screams the spokes hitting chambers


I cant help but feel that every time is useless
In trying to fit in with the broken clothes
They tear us all from making a collage of insecurity
How we all break into the same forms of life
Apart from being one of those that exceeds expectations
I am lost in walls of wafted voices
Charmonade insurections of reputability
To count on in the social seconds of need
Please bare source to those who inflict you
With broken skins crackling in the movement

Shall we inflict you with the modern man moto
Of get it whilst one can to the cand on the eye
Break out a sweat when your name is called
For trial and duty of how you must succeed
Indebted to bewilderment voices souring
How can I be a power when I cant open the door for my voice
Power just shuts me up boxing my voice into a corner
Confused and beffudled to be left alone
Sulking with those outside tones
How can i be a power when there is no thorn on my rose

By Jeffrey Johns @ 17/9/2009

Little Sparrow

The Vulture in society is casting his eye on me
As I stand scared in a cage
Hearing the racheting of his giant claws aginst my metal cage
And voices are swaying round and a round
Just dont make at sound
I can hear them screaming
When trying to open the doors
Whilst menopause stream on out
And frustrations building away
Lifes just a brick wall
I can hear myself crying out
Nobody wants to listen to this voice
With the Vulture spinning around
In the Wings ruffling
As peaople are questioning my worth

Because I know I made way
For a friend to make the grave
And every day I hear these voices of blame enslave
You my son they would scream at me
You are not worth petance or pitty
They spit with an undignified sence
Of talking down to me and my family
Because I survived a 6ft blunder
Before he went under
Only months was the distance of time
One shock shook another one into action
Like a double sided slap that labled me
The sparrow is who I be

I could feel a little hammlet
Want to burn and blight me
As a stabbing lay blunt on me
Burn my name they would scream
With those ruly tones of authority
Treeting it like a witch hunt
Burning all the proffercies
Not making it clear to anyone
But just only me
For these voices I at times fear
Will get the better of me
The little sparrow that I see
That little sparrow is me

By Jeffrey Johns 14/8/2009

This is Art

Splintered into cold showers
Looking at the hounding walls
Screaming at me every waking hour
Like eyes looked like they were
Staring through barbed wire
Cutting against the skin
Like Jesus to a wire

Burning a reef above his head
And the ropes tied behind his back
Your suppoesd to be an artist
Screw voices tightening taps in my head
I looked out with my eyes burning
A rough rugged shrugged blue

I am an artist
I just don't want to follow you
And your identicate fits
With your identicate Tracy Emin rip offs
And stuck up false presentions
Of how we are to identify with ourselves
Without words rippling of corrections
To be made and how games are meant to be played

With the snob gobblins and ta ta parades
Screaming yippeee yo yippee yay
What a fantastic display
Of plastic hearted emptiness
Said with the sneers
With an una toneable sense of jeering

This is Art with a deadpan certification
You can't bend the rules
Like the the box you have as walls!

By Jeffrey Johns 30/7/2009

birds in the cage

What you looking at me for
Screamed the sparrow to the Hawke
His eyes were wild and frightening
as he opened to squwark
I'm gonna pick you off
With talons rattling
Leave you in the starving quater
While I rattle and swoop
With victorious coops to prisons you

The birds in the cage,
The birds in the cage
The birds in the cage is me

The Hawke is society
Looking at me through the bars
of this flesh that sticks to my bone
as he screams out at the sparrow
I'm gonna get you alive
But the sparrow put up resistance
Building like a brick wall
As every breath the Hawke became societies Big bad Wolf
Screaming Little Pig, Little Pig
Why dont you come out and play?

The birds in the cage,
The birds in the cage
The birds in the cage is me

The sparrow tweeted out no way no way
I aint gonna come out and play
Because I'll know youll beat me again and again!

by Jeffrey Johns 23/7/2009

All I Want Is A Warm Heart

Life is uninspired
Each Breath feels lik a chore
As my heart clunks like a heavy heaving machine
The Coggs slowly grind with slow creeks
As the eyes lure with insipped images
Of peoples faces gurning at me

I bwould scream at the man sat opposit me
Looking sullen at me
He asks whats going on in my head?
My thoughts are buzzing around my head
As I gear up my voice
To try and project it out
Stumbling over my words

I try to rattle out my thoughts
Not wanting to lie to the man
For costing me arms and a legs
To listen to me
My falling voices lear with a nervouse energy
The man swipes away with his ears
And points of view are spinning me
Trying to trip me into something
Of a possitive menta state

But I know that when I am outside
My slate will be wiped into the cold dark dusk
Even if the sub is shining
I still can't see it
Because there are so many clouds in the way
I spoke with a heart choking frustration
As I talk of smiles intimidating me
Like shody clowns from the IT factory

The man cringes looking at my face
An airy scaredness trickles down from his eyes
I don't know why I am mentally in this place
Like a weary bird in a cage
Staring at the blank spaces in this world
A cold hearted mess in this life

All I want is a waRM heart in this world to try and hug me

I find myself looking at groups from the outsiders face
The happy chatting voices press press alienation
Haunting words in my head
I explained to the man
How I was better off Dead
Son I can see your voice is drowning down low in the muddy waters
But please don't go you have everything to grow
Just remember th smiles
But I aint seenh them for a while
God I used to remember Iused to love a smile
but now I can barely twinge my face
Without a worthless distate around me

By Jeffrey Johns 10/7/2009

Burn the faces of the stars

In the cold mid winter
I sweat with shivers
Pouring out of my bed
All the time the blank box
Is feeding me useless garbage
Steaming out those monsters
From under my bed
Haunting me with caffiene dreams
Soaking in the nightmares
My Eyeballs stewe in constant wiring

My Eyes burn in the face of the stars

Wet drips of tear dust
Hang from my lids
Forming bushy bags
Growing into my sockets
Pumping viegns against
These glassy eyeballs
Staring like gob stoppers
At the tic toc clock
The radio hisses and buzzez
With the late night tittle tattle
Of small time conversation
I feel the fires burn into my head
For sleep is lacklustre
I am falling under daybreak again

My eyes burn with the faces of the stars

The piercing lights
Slatter through the glass
In hypnotic soundscapes
Burning up the fever staind shivers
Pouring waters onto the bed
Kindered with stenches
That run off my back
Like monsters in the night
That slabber my teeth

by Jeffrey Johns 7/7/2009

Nobody Cares

Nobody cares for the boy who cries Wolf
As he sits around battling with demons in his head
He has his fathers crying sence of pride
As his mother sits on by
The truth is he has no voice to spout out
As he cries tomany times
To be taken out and heard
His mental state is closed in a cage
To maintane his cut off edges
Trimming him out of every of every picture

Because nobody cares

Nobody cares about the voices
Creeping in the outside of his head
Trying to pretrude his thoughts
And screaming let me out
As felt himself fall out
Hitting the walls with his bare fists
Bleeding the pure losses of frustration
As drops just stain his heart

Because nobody cares

Nobody Cares for someone who tries to put smiles
On the faces of others
With his quick whicked snips
Just crying out to be heard
As stumbles with words that he speaks to himself
Because no face can bare the sound of his voice
Dragging like gravel in the grounds
As the quires lock him in his room

Because nobody cares

Daddy looked on as his mummy tried to be strong
As they see their son dwindling and struggling on

Because nobody cares

Nobody cares he has no voice
As they take away his choices of how he should be
Lock him in cage and poke him with sticks
For Zoo like tricks
As the people come for the unique freak show
Of how a son wants to have power again
AND THEY JUST STARE AND POKE HIM LIKE A HUMAN BIRDCAGE

Because nobody cares

By Jeffrey Johns 24/6/2009

Daddy Done Wronge!

Take it for the Morning hours
My muma will ring
And there will be stings in the tones
Just crying out of the phone
By my side
Hey son is your father done
To which I stare at daddy
Breaking in the baring dust
From emotions and trust fading
Like a collapse in confidence
As I staggered over to his side
Daddy please do not
Reside in dishonesty
Just speak the truth
I can feel myself quaking
As he grasps the phone
Whispers out a quiet hello

Dear Darling
Have you got the job done?
Not another financial bank rush
So your not washed up
With the other scum

I stare at Daddies eyes glaring
With drowning tones
As he tried to speak
With calm notes of undertones
To hide up the feelings
Of things falling to pieces
As a job was done with a splattering of blood
Swiping across the eyes
Of the nerving tides
As soon as threats come down
Daddy always resorted to guns and hounds
As he was raiding around
The jobs usually done with dads
Untide with resplendent grace
But there was something tying his face right up!

Dear Darling
Have you got the job done?
Not another financial bank rush
So your not washed up
With the other scum

I stare at Daddy as he mumbles and fumbles
And breaks after finishing on the phone
He paused pale and white and stammered in sight
Oh son what have I done
I have done something wronge
I said what Daddy? What have you done?
Oh son I have shot a man he screamed
Just to get away without cuts and scrapes
To make a clean job and a fast getaway
So please don't let your mother see me in this place
Because I done a job badly
He said trying to pack me off
With a limp in his leg
And I just stand there nodding agreeingly
As he cried out loud
I could hear the tears dripping out of his eyes
Like rivers flowing into streams

He said son getaway
You do not want to see this display
Oh Daddy why should I go away?
His eyes began to bleed frustration
And panicy sensations creep all over him
He had been in jail before
For slinging hooks with dodgy crooks
He just wanted to shut the door on his life
To pay for his undeserved feelings
Of life

Jeffrey Johns 23/6/2009

Just a Test

I feel a bit flat
Like everythings a let down
As I feel air wheeze out of myself
To the faces washed up
In the same old places
with a disgruntled look
Of what you took in the space of others
I feel the tensions running
Between my eyes
As the computer screen is blaring right out at me
With the rights of passage
Of words that we all sing and shout
In a conversation when it all falls to pieces

Just a test to see those crying hearts
Beat in those cold machines

I scower my life and wish for something better
As I wish too hold on
Without the riddled eyes of scorn
I can feel as bodies float on past me
Trudgiing in the sounds
Of look theres that idiot from the other side of town
They would smile behind the scowling farcades
Trippling out words of drawl in dust

Just a test to see those crying hearts
Beat in those cold machines

As the broken face of the clown
Is lining up on concreted ground
From the pasteral pictures of a smile
Painted in red corronettes
For this is where I slipped up
And let the pressure push me down
Unhushed tones cried like weary bones
knitting together as just stood there and frowned
Before busrting into laughter
As they burried my coffin deep into the ground

Just a test to see those crying hearts
Beat in those cold machines

This pasty face just can not speak
As everytime fell weak at the knees
And in adequacy there is something not right with me
As I can only sense people will listen
If I speak in the lines
Just don't speak about that subject
We will leave it till next time
And the time after that because we
Dont listen to you and your rats!

Just a test to see those crying hearts
Beat in those cold machines

By Jeffrey Johns 18/6/2009

Monologue

"God I am bored"
Bemuse a slouched potato like figure
Glowering over his half empty pint glass
In his local pub
"I am of the way this government is running this country"
he said with a stinging tones
"I am sick of government bureaucracy
Covering up lies with gloss and dross" he scowled
"Lets face it this government
Has been leading up shit creek for a while now
and I am sick of it
This government has more in common with
Big brother then it does speaking with true politics"
He said banging his fist against the bar
"I think the only reason why
Mr brown is prime minister is because
He can get a celebritalised job where
He actually does something that gets printed in heat magazine"
He paused briefly before sifting swig off his drink
"If he was not Prime Minister
Then he would be on I'm a Celebrity Get Me out of here
Trying to bed hop like a patronizing middle class bigwit
Who's sheer desperation was to grab every penny in the photographs.
I mean I can just see it now Gordon brown
Stood next to Christopher Bigglesworth
with that crass Jordie duo ant and dec
Doing running commentry for the visually impared
Or mentally restrained" he sighed staring at the bumps
"Either way its bloody painfull
Why is it that you have to have lots of money to run a country?
I mean both labour and torries are just as bad as each other
performing habitual bitch slapping dances sucking up to their leaders
And there is the Lib dems
Who are like the political ostrich
Shoving their heads in the sand hoping someone notices them
they mas as well do elections in an X factor styling
With a mass group sing and dance off"
He smirked with a distained sense of Irony

Break Out

Break on out
To try and not
Let those voices
Get you right on down
Even though they are
Running you on the
Same old broken grounds

When you try and find your feet
Did you find yourself tumbling on down?
Were the questions so perplexing
That you were confused beguiled
Because you kept on thinking
Like a dranged child
Running on wild
Into the grey stone haze
Dripping with a black and white memmory
Of how life used to be
Dreaming of the things
That turned to dust
With the greatest of plans
And real life scams
To earn yourself the dream
Glam dram that you ran along
With I'm a supstar shlong
For it all to go wrong

Break on out
To try and not
Let those voices
Get you right on down
Even though they are
Running you on the
Same old broken grounds

So when you lying in a pram
did you ever think you would become
Such a strangely textured man?
With insecurities that does not
Want to play on the ill of ease
I mean I can pay for you
Just don't expect me to please you
I want to be MR Sympathy
But there is a Devil in me
Just choking on my voice of prosperity
Trying to join the dots od integrity
Like badly woven fabrics
Tattered and freyed
As everything that is false
Flambed and flanked
as those mateiriel dreams seem to fade

Break on out
To try and not
Let those voices
Get you right on down
Even though they are
Running you on the
Same old broken grounds

So try and trample your feet
Make a stance oh so neat
and not at all weak at the knees
To depleet yourself
with mental illness and wealt
Standing by in shody health
just waltering in stealth!