Thunder of the Roth

Its all like a great burning fire,
Thunder and lighting crashing all around,
Feel like the soul is coming unbound,
The heart is beginning to tire.

But the blood now starts to pump,
Fists clench into a murderous ball,
Getting sick, sick of it all,
Going to break it to a bloody stump!

Fucking ignorance, shit and no sincerity,
Fucking anger, confusion and no clarity,

There's no need for it,
This bottled up rage,
Get out of your fucking cage,
It's making your soul itch.

World ending with a tempest,
Might be nothing compared to your test.

That calm is so far away
But why is that so?
Why did you let it go?
Why did you let your feelings enter the fray?

It was nothing, nothing at all,
A teen, tiny misunderfuckingstanding,
No need to stop the heart beating,
No need to fall.

The Roth is coming... and its coming for you.
You let that rage get out of hand
and now it comes.

Each step it takes is the next crash of thunder.
Each blink of its eye is the next flash of lighting.
Each of its tears is the next fall of rain.
And you are the fire of its soul.


I felt unusually angry for no reason today, so I thought I'd write a little poem about anger.

Those left behind...

An empty canyon of ones and zeroes
A dust ball of electrical data is all that can be seen
Idle chat, with idle people, people who you seem to lose interest in day by day.
This was going to happen though
You knew this
So why didn't you do something about it?
Could live away... and not need your valley of emails and instant messages.
Too late now
Monetary issues and all that.
Everyone you give a shit about is gone, friends from old... friends from new
Everyone has gone except for you.
You know where they are, you can leave this place... this same seat... this flat screen of digital lights and sounds,
You can see those from old and those from new,
But the funny conversations and gathering wont be around for a while.
Your going to miss that.

A little something I threw together recently. All my friends are now living away from home and at uni and I don't talk to them as much anymore now and it usually sat on msn when I do get the chance. Just thought I'd share my thoughts.

A little sumtin' sumtin'

Here's a little something I put together. It's a little gift for my friend... I think they'll like.

Metaphorical Philosophy

I think I've decided I actually hate the Xbox 360... more so Windows in general but I do loath the 360. The 360 is that white supremacist bully that constantly bullies the black ps3 kid (who is much bigger and stronger than it but refuses to crush it in a fight because of its docile nature). It takes all the other toys for itself and doesn't let any of the other kids play with them.

I think I summed that argument up well...

The new logo

This is the new logo for Madgod Productions. Its very much like the old one and took just as much time ie. a few minutes. But I'm proud of it.

Alone in The Dark

You try to do so much in your life
But why - why are you doing this? What are you trying to prove?
You're lost now, in the darkness of your own heart
You can't get out!
You'll never get out.

Lonely - adjective - affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome.
Self-inflicted, damaging, the perfect state for the most gifted and unstable mind.
The Dark is in all of us... The Dark is us



Wasn't sure about putting this poem up, its a bit emo and depressing really but I was in one of those moods.

The Words of Prophets

Its almost time, my writing projects are in full swing now and I've finally managed to get over my writers block... a little bit. Watch this space... or not whatever.

Clouds taste like butter... and tears!

The world isn't full of darkness,
The world isn't full of shit,
The world isn't full of sickness,
Not one little bit

There is some madness in the world granted,
And some other bad little things,
But we reap only from the seeds we have planted,
We only get what being human brings

I'm hearing a lot of these things lately,
Yes, from myself included,
But in absolute perfect honesty,
Even I can see some people just are deluded

Everyone needs to stop and just take a look,
Everyone needs to just stop trying to fuck,
At least for a moment to just take the time
And see the truly sublime

Stop being so down; cause its bring me down there with you,
Stop telling lies on how you fuck around
You need to get over yourselves; you really do,
Cause in the end we all end up in the ground

So shut up, sit down and take a look at life,
At all the beauty and good in the world,
Stop pretending like you're going through some terrible strife,
You're all curled up like a fetus and you need to be unfurled

"Fuck this", "fuck that", "fuck it all" you say,
"I deserve this, the world is shit"
Shut the fuck up it's a glorious day
You're a bloody idiot and you know it.

This is just a little thing I wrote recently... I've been feeling down, moreso than usual and its not my fault. Everyone around me is pissed off or depressed and the mood is effecting me, so I thought I'd write about.

I wonder what clouds do taste like?

The Sublime...

Nature - Mind - Imagination - Sublime - Madness?

A little poem

The sun shines today and all is nice and bright,
Some old pikey got her baps out and gave me quite a fright,
I walked down the streets and saw a man selling ice-cream,
Turned out it was a front for weed and was not what it seemed,
I bought a soft drink, diet cherry coke it was, it opened with a fizzy hiss,
But because it was a diet drink it tasted like piss,
I love sunny days they really make me smile,
But knowing the British summer it certainly wont last a while...

The mother of all bitches

Why is it, when you have plenty of time to actually DO revision you never do and you wait until last minute? Why is it when you get to last minute you still waste your time doing nothing, or watching crap films, or reading crap on the net, or playing video games... or refreshing the Google homepage? Procrastination is a real disease and there should be cure methinks...

I blame Facebook.

Legendary Monkey

I. R. Baboon, one ape, one finger, one giant red behind, one hell of a haircut.

I. R. Baboon: thy will is idiocy