Ghost pictures play
Like sideshows to a different time,
And I'm sorry
If this line's not so bright.
But faces, etched with age
Take energy from me.
And sometimes I see why...
Here and there,
I look at the mirror and see
Ghost pictures staring back at me.
Horror and all,
Ravaged by age,
Love taken away,
Or cast to the sea.
Ghost pictures play
like sideshows to a different time,
And I'm sorry
This last line's not so bright.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Slumbers To The Nowhere
Sometimes, when the stars shine,
I wander to the nowhere,
Stand within it
And breathe.
Away from reality,
Away from me.
Sometimes, when the worlds sleep,
I slumber to the nowhere,
Go on kissing sprees
In dreams.
Away from reality.
Away from me.
I wander to the nowhere,
Stand within it
And breathe.
Away from reality,
Away from me.
Sometimes, when the worlds sleep,
I slumber to the nowhere,
Go on kissing sprees
In dreams.
Away from reality.
Away from me.
Nightscreen
No-one else could hurt like I do,
Unless I'm wrong about that too.
Just like everything else.
No-one else could pray like this man,
Wishing that this plane will land.
Just like everyone else.
I don't go to bed and dream,
I sit drinking wine watching Nightscreen.
And no-one else does that.
I'm fucking sure of that much.
Unless I'm wrong about that too.
Just like everything else.
No-one else could pray like this man,
Wishing that this plane will land.
Just like everyone else.
I don't go to bed and dream,
I sit drinking wine watching Nightscreen.
And no-one else does that.
I'm fucking sure of that much.
When I Was Alive
When they were alive,
There were drive-in movies
And playthings.
But they still had fun
With some bullets and a gun.
When I was alive,
There were drive-by shootings
And maimings.
And we had some fun
With those bullets and a gun.
There were drive-in movies
And playthings.
But they still had fun
With some bullets and a gun.
When I was alive,
There were drive-by shootings
And maimings.
And we had some fun
With those bullets and a gun.
Scarves For Handkerchiefs
Some day we'll walk through fields,
Using scarves for handkerchiefs
Running through snow.
Some day we'll laugh in fields,
Using scarves for handkerchiefs,
After we go.
Using scarves for handkerchiefs
Running through snow.
Some day we'll laugh in fields,
Using scarves for handkerchiefs,
After we go.
Friday, 6 November 2009
Password
I went to the shops, just your ordinary shops and they wouldn't accept my business as my password was irrelevant.
I tried to go to work, just my average work and they wouldn't let me ply my trade as my password was without numbers.
I asked for a house, just a run of the mill house and I was turned down without a fight as my password didn't have enough lower case letters.
I demanded a holiday, just a three day holiday and I was laughed at by everyone as my password was just too ridiculous
I will have only one password from this day, maybe Wurzel I say , just Wurzel will do until someone steals it because it's too easy to figure.
I tried to go to work, just my average work and they wouldn't let me ply my trade as my password was without numbers.
I asked for a house, just a run of the mill house and I was turned down without a fight as my password didn't have enough lower case letters.
I demanded a holiday, just a three day holiday and I was laughed at by everyone as my password was just too ridiculous
I will have only one password from this day, maybe Wurzel I say , just Wurzel will do until someone steals it because it's too easy to figure.
Skyflowers
Fireworks on the fifth.
A black canvas awash with spattered colour
An echo chamber exloding with crackle and whistle.
The cold of the outside.
The warmth of the fireside.
As fake bodies burn,
Watched by smiling faces
Eyes alight with amazement
And in the past the ghosts of history who bask,
In a future where nothing ever changes.
A black canvas awash with spattered colour
An echo chamber exloding with crackle and whistle.
The cold of the outside.
The warmth of the fireside.
As fake bodies burn,
Watched by smiling faces
Eyes alight with amazement
And in the past the ghosts of history who bask,
In a future where nothing ever changes.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Candlestick
Candlestick fire
fades like a pariah
candlestick fire
fades, like a pariah.
The pace of the world
was too much for it.
The pace of this world
Was too much,
for it.
Candlestick fire
fades like a pariah
candlestick fire
fades, like
a pariah.
Candlestick fire
fades like
A pariah.
The pace of
the world
was too
much
for
it.
fades like a pariah
candlestick fire
fades, like a pariah.
The pace of the world
was too much for it.
The pace of this world
Was too much,
for it.
Candlestick fire
fades like a pariah
candlestick fire
fades, like
a pariah.
Candlestick fire
fades like
A pariah.
The pace of
the world
was too
much
for
it.
Aliens To Earth
Aliens ride bicycles
When they're troubled
By this world.
Aliens ride bicycles to Earth.
Aliens take taxi cabs
When they're mixed up
With the world.
Aliens take taxi cabs to Earth.
Aliens ride motorcars
When they're muddled
By the world.
Aliens take motorcars to Earth.
Aliens take holidays
When they're stressed out
By the world.
Aliens take holidays to earth.
Aliens take photographs,
When they're lonely
In the world.
Aliens take photographs of Earth.
Aliens take time to cry
When they're grieving
in the world.
Aliens take time to cry on Earth.
Aliens take certain girls
As they're leaving
for the world.
Aliens take perfect girls from Earth.
When they're troubled
By this world.
Aliens ride bicycles to Earth.
Aliens take taxi cabs
When they're mixed up
With the world.
Aliens take taxi cabs to Earth.
Aliens ride motorcars
When they're muddled
By the world.
Aliens take motorcars to Earth.
Aliens take holidays
When they're stressed out
By the world.
Aliens take holidays to earth.
Aliens take photographs,
When they're lonely
In the world.
Aliens take photographs of Earth.
Aliens take time to cry
When they're grieving
in the world.
Aliens take time to cry on Earth.
Aliens take certain girls
As they're leaving
for the world.
Aliens take perfect girls from Earth.
Mirror Looking Back
Look at you,
You're no burden on my kiss.
You handed this to someone else
As you took to admire yourself.
Look at you.
Look at me,
I'm no timepiece on your wrist.
I'm turning old without all this.
I'm turning old without a twist.
Look at me.
You're no burden on my kiss.
You handed this to someone else
As you took to admire yourself.
Look at you.
Look at me,
I'm no timepiece on your wrist.
I'm turning old without all this.
I'm turning old without a twist.
Look at me.
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