You're No Good For Me (original recording)

http://soundcloud.com/2flamey/youre_no_good_for_me

Bound Up

Bound Up

Feel constrained by your limits.

Restrained.

Contained within remits,

And status.

Success.

By roles.

Expectation.

By the promise of love.

Conditions of worth,

Do not free me at all.

Take your boundaries,

Your codes,

And your judgements

Around

To an other, an ether.

The anti-matter.

Oh, to breathe.

To release.

Ties that bind.

Oh, to be.

I can see.

I'd be comfortably blind.

S. Camplin

Elusive Love

Elusive Love

Love eludes me.

It teases my heart,

But delivers not.

I close myself off from it.

I won't let it in.

I'm scared off from it.

The pain of the past,

Colours my present.

I trust no more.

I obsess, I can't rest.

I keep fighting,

On and on, and on.

Ond day calm,

Another a tempest.

I resist it,

Or try to force it,

Never just accept it.

A lot of bad luck,

Has sent me reeling.

I don't trust my feelings. 

But seeing as you are here,

Won't you stay a while?

Let us do some healing.

S. Camplin

With Death Comes...

With Death Comes...

With Death

Comes appreciation

Of the finer things.

That are often not

Fully realised in life.

There's a kind of

Strange irony

At play

When one considers

The truth of this.

Are we all doomed?

Not to appreciate

The beauty

Of something

Until it has gone?

Or, is the realisation

Of this fault in our nature

The first step in appreciating

That, that we do have,

When we have it?

S. Camplin

Got any E's?

Got any E's?

Flashing lights!

No fights.

Ugly sights.

Lovely sights.

Loud music!

Bashing lights!

And people everywhere.

On the floor,

in yer face!

"Where's the base?"

Join the race.

Got any roach.

Out on the poach.

"What's your name?"

Again!

Got any E's?

Please.

"See you again"

When?

"Where's the party?"

Coming down?!

S. Camplin (1993 - in the days of raves)

Feminist fumblings #1

Feminism as socialism.
 If women's emancipation continues to be regarded as simply attaining an equal footing on the capitalist ladder, then apart from collaborating and colluding with the systems that have kept women in their 'so-called' place, they also sanction and inevitably perpetuate the impact of the inequalities that are essential to monetarism.

I do not accept this system as the best of all possible worlds.

Keeping One's Demons at Bay

Keeping One's Demons at Bay

Rolling down life's lonely road.

You learn a lot when you're on your own.

You learn about power, and all those things.

It's quite disconcerting, or so it seems.

One needs to rise above the pain.

To take control. To seize the reins.

It's the only way, to make the gains.

You see it's about power.

Whoever you are.

Go with the flow. It's nature's way.

The way to keep one's demons at bay.

So when your thoughts are in disarray,

Remember these thoughts, and for you I pray.

Those rolling down life's lonely road.

S. Camplin

Wedge

Wedge

Does it offend that I just eat Veg?

Does it feel like I'm sticking a wedge,

of sosmix right up your ass?!

I just don't want mad cow's disease.

You're fucking insane, you should eat more peas!

Your guilt is too much, it makes you sick.

You should give up meat, stop being a dick.

Would you take your daughter,

Down to be slaughtered?

Your arrogant mind is feeding the blind.

But eating the rest of the world!

S. Camplin (1993 - in my militant vegan days)

An Indication of a Vindication

An Indication of a Vindication

I must have known I was strong.

Even then.

And I knew I'd survive.

Even then.

"You could go to prison for what you do".

I said.

"Yeah, but you're not going to tell anyone, are you?!"

He said.

But I did tell.

I knew I would.

And then I told some more.

And he went inside.

And I knew he would.

In the end.

S. Camplin

The Review

The Review

Reaching a stage.

The pages are all there.

Full from before,

But not after.

Feels strange, this age.

Restless,

To compare.

Just a construct!

The spare ones are bare.

I can be.

Pointlessness?

No, free!

S. Camplin

Bereft

Bereft

It's like a theft.

Left bewildered.

Cold shouldered.

A shift in time.

Now a humility rhyme.

Just no damn chime.

S. Camplin