Tuesday, July 26, 2016

For Sale - Poetry by Word Artist Sam Freek

 For Sale

Going to buy myself some popularity
Are you forming your own opinion?
Peer pressure no longer exists
The surprise comes when people don't listen
So why does everything have to make sense

Its gone half time
Feeling like an outstayed welcome
Fat little white lie made it all good again
Levels were high and the coffee cheap
With no warning I was unrecognisable

Staying on the phone for hours
Clicked home and realised nothing had happened
I enjoyed it when the mind gave no direction
A grey hair in my rear view
Then remembering you owed me sixty quid

Words are losing their meaning
Let me show you where I come from
Before you make your mind up about me
Extending away from the British nightmare
I slide into a deckchair in Hyde Park

I am popular therefore I am right
All the same as long as the superior race is known
Extra on my plate as you sing my praise
Got wasted in a bar and had a deja vu
I left the browser open and became a bot

Author: Sam Freek

Blurred Lines - Poetry by Word Artist Sam Freek

Blurred Lines

Make way for a new idea coming in
Wrong phrases mark your terms
Your a bad news girl
Hitting me with headlines
Don't you know I'm no longer on trial

Can't see the top so it doesn't exist
Taking shelter in a phone box from the rain
You were almost famous dressed in fake fur
Try running between blurred lines
You played with words and they turned purple

I don't feel it for the fifteen minutes
I'll have a years supply of feedback for free instead
Bagged up words from the compere
Jumped in slowly and covered up
The cake fell apart but still tasted good

I feel like I've been here before
That's not a bad thing
Slept with more than one skeleton to find you
Wasting my energy on you as I have an endless supply
But the rules change so I end the game 

Author: Sam Freek

Electric Shock - Poetry by Word Artist Sam Freek

 Electric Shock

The beat slowed down to a panic
You said I needed anger management
I said you needed an electric shock
The TV sat too far away
I squinted and stared at the ceiling

For up to an hour I just sat there
Ignoring sounds of attention
If you want to reach me just talk
A biology book gave me the cure
Silk gloves the chosen choice of perversion

Modelling yourself on the phony cheese
How do you measure the length of time
You wanted to eat the flesh of the city
Spaced out you found you'd become a stranger
Riddled with the words from today's news

Pack me off for your understanding
An icy reception awaits your return
No back up plan to dance to
So you sing a song that's not your own
With tiny embraces from friendly inventions

Author: Sam Freek

Grans Wardrobe - Poem by Word Artist Sam Freek

 Grans Wardrobe

You thought I had all the answers
But you found them in your own head
Next to the wardrobe your gran gave you
Give me a reason
Uncontrollable noise of this urban machine

Nothing comes from nowhere
Contain yourself you said
Broken glass as a back drop
Sounds of the past murmur on
I forget to defrost your path

Can I just express myself from my own mind
Too eager to jump aboard with the crowd
The stench of A and E surrounds me
You wanted a doughnut and I gave you a bagel
Then you set a reminder in your phone

It feels almost complete
Counting up to a hundred on one hand
An Earl Grey tea habit takes over
The compliments keep coming
Double booked we start over again

Author: Sam Freek

Blue Loo - Poem

 Blue Loo

Its top end of the market for you
I just need some frosties and blue loo
To the doctors for the results
Nervously twitching left eye
Panic, panic there's no more air

This is a far cry from her sins
I can see the sea from here
Outside I see a plastic bag
Mad dog helps me across the road
Finding solace in a banana

Up above they carry their sins on trays
My heart bubbles at your voice
Super heros close my eyes
I'm not saying I like Pina Colada
You stop to wave on one knee

Author: Sam Freek

Reaching Out - Art Illustration