5 Years

From tracksuits to tuxes, life with no synopsis.

Loving it the mostest, it’s all just hypnosis.

Five years on, now defining successes.

I’m proud with no pride, egos are sublime,

Grown into a man, yet boy in the mind.

The shoes spill with grace.

You put the crown upon my mantle, I’m a sitting mace.

The smile on the face, still no trace, happiness is that bitter taste.

Credits cards and cake,

Your share they tried to take,

This cannot be a mistake, sticks I will not shake.

From bolder and wiser to balder and whys-er to boulder and wise-her.

It’s funny coz grass isn’t even green, the polar bear isn’t white.

The battle in my mind, day and night.

Flying upon thoughts, high like a kite.

I catch myself in your aura… out of mind, out of sight.

They don’t know about 370, try telling them about eighten-twenty-seven.

This lustrum therapy has been the biggest misconception.


5 Years =  260 Weeks and 5 Days /  1825 Days / 43800 Hours /  2628000 Minutes / 157680000 Seconds

or 59 Months, 4 Weeks, 1 Day, 1 Hour, 13 Minutes and 20 Seconds


March 2016


The Fresh Cloud Sever

Now this is the story all about how

My cloud server got spawned, no vendor lock down

And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became the customer of a hoster called RackAir


In the data centre, wired and networked

On the OpenStack where I spent most of my time

Resizing, imaging, creating VMs

And learning at CloudU, no, not at school

When a couple of servers, they were offline, no good

Started making trouble on my host server

I got high IO and my techs got scared

And I said “You’re moving host server across the openstack-air”


I whistled for a network and when it came online 

the Licensing was ready and had a DNS mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Rack-air!


I pulled up to the control panel, so easy and straight

And I yelled to Rackspace,  “Yo, homes click you later!”

Looked at my server  I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Rack-air

February 2013



To my Papa the Great,

Happy 52nd Birthday!

Left with morales, photos and memories of you,

still feeling lost, my life in lieu..

Filling your shoes, not easy a task,

Hiding feelings behind this mask..

Tearful eyes and lumpy throats,

The hush of your name and whereabouts..

Feeling your presence in situation strange,

Providing opportunites, constant change..

Can’t wait to meet, tales of my feat,

To tell you about megabytes and server redundancy..

Happy Birthday Papa, wherever you may be,

till next time.. my only plea.

May 2012



Half a Grand

Half a grand, half a life.

Fully grown, through stress and strife


My soul clenches it’s teeth when bearing your name. Your decision to leave, to board that train.

Did you know it doesn’t come back? Searching for you, you’re hopeless to track.

Physical form gone in despair.

I used to make jokes about your distinct lack of hair.

The question almost that renders a ponder, can you see our hearts growing fonder?

No understanding or care, simply pity. Seriously life couldn’t be more shitty!

I can’t blame others, nor you nor god. They say it was bound, who made this mod?

Words are meaningless, the sounds I spoke. Seeing patterns on ordinary folk.

Papa, my life is so incomplete, where is the guidance? The destined feat.

You left me dad, no map, no light, goddamit dad…… Throat gets tight.

I’m angry with you, I know you know, you don’t tell me off, where did you go?


– Breathe –

Half a grand, half a life. Fully grown, through stress and strife.

Struggles adorn, feeling unborn. show me you, in any form.

Rambling now, exasperating too, when push comes to shove, come to a coo?

Half a grand is 500 days. half a life, total dismay.

April 2012



100 days, what a long time.

100 is that number that is quite magic, sounds very bold, somewhat regal.

100 pence makes the pound. £100, that’s a lot of money, what would you do with a £100?

100 runs, that’s a century, Sachin Tendulkar, Sourav Ganguly.

100 points on the snooker table, from the break Ronnie O’ Sullivan.

100 YMCMB, Birdman from Cash Money.

100 miles, miles per hour, quite fast, speed limit surpassed.

100%, full and proper, the grand total, burger king whopper.

100 degrees, centigrade, water boils, steam made.


100 days, seems like yesterday when you left this cold cold world.

100 days, I haven’t heard your voice.

100 days, not talked to you.

100 days,

it’s been an eternity.

100 days, I’ve missed you so much, what I would do for one more touch.

100 tears, fought them away.

100 steps, house is still empty.

100 thoughts, still so lonely

Papa my dear, its been 100 days, show me a path that doesn’t turn and sway.

100 days since the 8th of March, where my world turned upside down….


June 2011