Andrew's beach front bar

I wanna touch the void
reach in, taste
I wanna be caressed
feel, live
I wanna take it in
admire, love
I wanna be like you
strong, true.

c andrew bedell 2007

Fingers to the sun do point
the wind wrestles at the layers
lashing at the rocks the sea
biting chills becon you're soul
ice melts in unison
you're wilting passion dies hard
in the shadow of the decaying summer.
Now wreaths lay dying under fervid heat
then frozen in ice and a smell of gasoline
poisoned sees make us weep
and the hills tower above the wounded souls
but i see no sign of civility
not here, not today.
Decaying courpses surround us
living is deadly
only a few know true desire
most of us will never see a sunrise
et alone feel the morning breeze so decedantly
only a chosen few will be honoured by the breeze
others must suffer in silence faces in the dirt
when will we learn the errors of our ways?
at least the wild ones kill only to eat
not out of pleasure or greed
the final black out nears now
eternal darkness will spell the end of the breathing time
seasons blend into one long caress
will the next ice age convey deliverance?

c. andrew bedell 2007

She's here again
enticing me
just like before
i wont fall into you're trap
not this tme
not like before
i have self control
i do
i do
i can beat these desires
i am not so weak
be strong
god she smells good
i've fallen
damn you black widow.

c.andrew bedell 2007

Desolate my mind bends
in saturated worlds
treacherous scabs cover my eyes
once again i bleed from puss filled scars
poverty bound this cancerous echode
deepens in my sorrow.
Backs bent, doubled on blistered knees
in the shadow of the afterlife
a place to detest those ever pittying reptiles.
In memory, though faint now
with visions of smiles and eyes then bright
but torn from sockets and cast into deep ravines
with tumors and malignant hands.
Tight grips around you're throat
you're heart ripped out and destroyed
many will perish tonight
this hell called life is a biter demise.

c. andrew bedell 2007

The demons in you're mind
crawl like slugs
watching with bated breath
for signs of you're weaker moments
they strike
flooring you with a gingle swipe
of their poisonous tongues.
Earthboundyet silently willing
you crawl down into the Earths core
desolate beyond beleifyou taste the cud and tha anvil crashes
were weak, so very weak, just cowards
in the end we will have nothing
no one leaves here with prosterity
merely the scars of our days
cast on our skin like venolm.
no one can tell the truth these days
it was never meant to last 2000 years
this Earth, this glowing orb of sinew
cast aside you're inhibitions and you may survive
those who seek cover and shade their eyes
they are the ones i pitty
in a life so banal how can you not dream?
stay in you're sad little excistance and decay
or play the field, live long and prosper
i'm with Spock on that one.

c. andrew bedell 2007

Recently, in Afganistan the Taliban told the people that the country was to play England at football, once in the stadium the doors were locked and they were publicly hanged.

Most of the people in Afganistan have no sewerage sytem, and are defocating in the streets.

Is this not the funniest show on tv? God, i wish i were able to write comedy like that. Susan Nickson who created, and Daniel Peak who also writes the episodes are great writers, i just find comedy so difficult.