Sunday, 31 August 2008

spat from comfort

WHAT HAS BECOME
OF THE BOY
THAT WAS SPAT OUT
FROM THE COMFORT
OF YOUR WOMB?

WHO KNOWS
FOR HE IS
TRULY LOST

TWO HANDS AND A MOUTH
DO NOT MAKE A MAN
OR MISGUIDED REASONING
mistakes, BAD CHOICES
self hatred, IMMATURITY

I (foolishly) SPOKE 2 MY EX
I AM LESS THAN HALF
OF WHAT I EVER IMAGINED
MY LOVE IS WORTHLESS
TO HER

WAS I WHO DID THIS 2 I
THERE IS NO ONE ELSE BUT (A FREAK
LIKE ME) WHO WANTS 2 BLAME I
HAH, HAH, HAH
THE JOKE IS IN MINE EYES

WHAT HAS BECOME
OF THE BOY
THAT WAS SPAT OUT
FROM THE COMFORT
OF YOUR WOMB?

WHO KNOWS
FOR HE IS
TRULY LOST

(?)

solid formless versions of...


there is
AN ANIMAL
unleashed, terrifying
LIKE FICTION BUT WORSE
because I am real and human
WITH OR WITHOUT CONCIOUSNESS

anger grips the edges
REASON HAS TO SUCK UPON THE BREEZE
dormant because of morality and consequence
BUT WHO CARES APART FROM THE WEAK
un=derestimate me, that is the best i could hope 4

I WIL;L KILL, I WILL DESTROY;=====I WIL;L KILL, I WILL DESTROY;=====

broken, reformatted version for sale
NO ONE WILL BUY THIS SHATTERED ECHO
brick by prick on a lane of retro repetition
ONLY THE FALSE WILL SURVIVE
good, I would rather be me than them
EVEN IF I DIE A PAUPER'S DEATH

(even if)





Saturday, 30 August 2008

MENS DIRTY DEEDS

PATHETIC
MOMENTARY
VIRTUAL
INTERACTIVE
CYBERLUST

PIXELS
STIMULATE
FLUID
CULMINATES
ESCAPE

EXTERIOR
ORGAN
SIMULATES
PROCREATION
ISSUES

HAND
FIST
BLUR
STIFF
DONE

THOUSANDS
MILLIONS
single-minded
HEADING
NOWHERE

GENETIC
EXPLORERS
SWIM
DROWN
FORGET

UNBORN
CHAOS
VAPORISED
GLUED

BINNED





Wednesday, 20 August 2008

The rendering of stretched skin



Free and untamed, wild and foolish
like a monster unleashed in the woods
you search for the affection of fears fear
from the little lesser none nothings of nowhere

Who can protect you apart from Leonidas himself
even he is no match for your quenchless void
roaming the plains of broken souls like a west end play
a pestilence smothers all those who may secretly guard you from yourself

Who can speak a speak resurrected for your listening pleasure
please, don't be so bold, for you are just a organic mortal
the boundaries of your delusions are finite
be careful young maiden as you may fall from grace onto sharpened rocks

An 'OUCH' louder than loud, swallows my anger
I wish you no harm but wish you wisdom of consequence
I will not teach you what you must learn but cannot lay idle
a hint as subtle as a breeze is all you will receive my friend

The effect of your own innocence lays therein, an unavoidable trap
Look not outro your other reflections but unto you, at yourself
no snoodle sniddling will feather an dusting of bibbly boob-aloo
this is your cause and effect so stand ready for re-adjustment

The shadows of Earth's starving savages are impatiently waiting
for any opportunity your naivety will allow your innocence to reduce to ash
wake up before WE bury you or worse, we cannot suffer the loss
the sun is bright but a life like yours is brighter, wake up

WAKE UP

(for life's sake)

WAKE UP

Saturday, 16 August 2008

WHERE AM i?

I can never love you
I will always hurt you


I am far away

I can never know you
I will never show you




I am far away

I believe in innocence
I believe in a higher self
I believe in solitude
I believe in loneliness






I am far away










I am far away

Monday, 11 August 2008

The quietly quiet adventures of Goldy Fish and the Quantum Flux


The bemused oscillating semi circle
Was quashed by an over active quark
Equilateral parallel to something or other

It is tiring wanting something you cannot have
It is tiring being someone you cannot like
It is tiring looking for a thing called love

An upside down and back to front story
Drifted swiftly upon the brow of a yesterday
Braking the back of an elongated donkey

It is tiring questioning the everything
It is tiring being lonely but not alone
It is tiring being nothing yet all things

The effervescent monarch stood upon reason
Tall and proud yet ridiculously small and insipid
Only to hear the secret winds say 'shhh, ohhh, shhhhhh'

It is tiring listening to yourself whinge
It is tiring hearing yourself go on and on
It is tiring being tired when it aint' so bad

The Goldy Fish surveyed life with it's one good eye
Forgetting all it ever knew in three blissful seconds
Then relearning everything all over again and erm?

Erh..?




Sunday, 10 August 2008

sociopathic sympathy


I even amaze myself
Being the fool of fools
And the cunt of cunts
What other idiocy will I display?

Wow, really, fuck a duck
I am a fucking fuck, fuck
which has no rewards
Other than isolation and lonliness

A group of gay sharks gather
deep discussion rocks the ocean floor
and dolphin shit is all thAT REMAINS
when the echoes disperse

my poisons add a layer of fat
I only suck in when I remember
I am old and grey but not terminally
yet aged and riddled with repetition

Stalking, hunting and most of all dangerous
Memory and the past become one
Through and through completely complete
Nullified and exhumed my hypocrisy is perfect

A me in the past tense is subdued and wilted
Lingering on waiting for the rain, to rain
so all can be as it should, giving, honest and nourishing
yet violent chaotic and meaningless

A rainbow colours the sky and we behold
I do not comprehend it's perfect form
yet suffer it's undeniable validity
I am only just a part of a bigger picture

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Alone in the dark


In a few deliberate words that fall like rain in a desert
I evaporate into nothing as you feed like a heartless vulture
Consuming all that is left of me, leaving sun bleached bones

Regardless, the sand counts in silence as ignorance clouds your eyes
Be as you are my great princess denial will rot your mind
For it is not I who will survey a kingdom empty, arid and puerile

Feast and gorge on what is left I hope you have had your fill
My rotten flesh will make you sick, my scavenger of broken souls
Now fly back to where it is you hide, fly far away, until you die

I heard you say there's only you ( you, you, you) until the end
but ghosts of truth and foolishness walk gently through the night
and dark is where your soul repents, (walk the night in fright my friend)
(walk the night in fright my friend)

walk the night in fright

Sunday, 3 August 2008

BLOOD FILLED SKIN


The world, this life
A suprise had by all
Who would have thought
how much it grows
How things change
How nothing stays the same

Stopped, I look with deep wonder
I never knew I would feel this way
You and I, us and them
Just learning, still learning
students to a teacher
we can never comprehend

In the eyes of old friends I see
wonder, truth and more wonder
all of us, secretly taken unaware
by the breath taken complexity
and mind numbing simplicity
we ponder, our blood filled skin

Why was I never warned, educations fails
the system does not apply, irrelevant
Isn't this knowledge, isn't that knowledge?
A lesson learned is a lesson learnt alone
Well I am alone and I have learnt my lesson
Love, hate, love and harmony, teach me