Thursday, 22 March 2007
Friday, 16 March 2007
i'll call him the pied piper pisces peter pan
i write as a fellow pisces and not as a fan (although i am)
this aint my apology and nor should it be
i'm just ashamed by the way our society treats yee
they breed you then feed you, emulate and applaude you
you reflect yourself back, break thier laws and they'l floor you
send the lad down the judge says with a frown
back to a place to score more easy brown
they write you they fight you, take big bites of you
but what do they know they aint lived the life thats you
when you don't stand a chance just live the old merry dance
thats just how it is and this kind of shit happens
on a positive note you're lucky
like amy with her fuckery
you choke on your smoke and then drink cos you choke
the terrible truth such a comical joke
just a simple poem to say sorry peter
for the way society and the media teats ya and beats ya.
happy birthday peter xx
Thursday, 8 March 2007
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
Blood painting by Katt
Click the picture to view the display of drawings, paintings, collages and fabric collected together for Peters Birthday. Display will be up on the main page until the end of March.
Upcoming shows you may want to contribute to are:
April: Street art/stencils
May: Diaries/journals/books/Books of Albion
July: The Unexpected
Art for Arkady is always looking for new libertine spirited artists and viewers so join when you can.
Always be inspired,
Art for Arkady
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
Some say he's a mess,
Others say he's confused.
Bemused and bewildered,
Not knowing where to go.
Nowhere to run,
No cave in which to hide.
The tabloids the press, causing all the stress,
Printing there lies and publishing that causes stress.
What a sad life to earn from others loses
Cold hearted...........but we all have to earn a penny.
People will worry,
People will panic.
What will come next,
Where does it all go from here.
Mistakes have been made,
There's no turning back.
Remember what you have and not what you had
Carry your pride, high on your chest
For if u believe you know best, then so should the rest.
Choices and decisions,
Not knowing where to go,
Some choose the road that leads to riches.
Others take the road that leads to ruin.
But people forget the most important road of all.....
The road to happiness, there's one for us all.
The rhyming the writting
The boy who has it all
Intelligent and smart
Good lookin' an'awl
Look to the future and forget the past.
Stand by the ones you love as they will for you.
Life is unplanned,
Unmapped and unwritten.
Take it to stride and carry that pride.
All we can do is hope for the best.
Stand by the ones we love and let them do the rest.
by Beth Arthur xx
Sunday, 4 March 2007
Go together like a cup of
Earl Grey and giggles
Pour us / Poor us
A bit a'that my darling, charming man
But I was
Stupid then, and stupid when
On a snarling November morn,
snapping on the heels of Hod
“I’ve had enough, my f(r)iend,
of all your larks and daydreams.
Get yourself sorted –
no more scallys in them alleys, those which
you frequent far too often.
My fellow bohemian son of Albion
Time to sign off and out.”
I feel the grief sodden sadness of someone
who is not a man no more
Lost my integrity
Lost my philosophy
Here I am at the Head of Beachy
'Bout to call an end
To the prancings and dancings
I used to take for granted
Here I go a-leaping
Here I go a-stop
(Are such things done on Albion's shore?)
~ Rachel 2007