These eyes,
This mirror,
This young man I see.
These eyes,
This future,
Ahead of me.
These eyes,
This mirror,
This rain falling free.
These eyes,
This river,
Flowing past me.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Nonsense
Cars I'll always maintain,
And numbers I'll never delete,
Photos I'll never erase,
And names I'll never repeat.
Isn't it incredible,
the nonsense we talk when we're young?
Gods I'll never betray,
And rivers that never run dry,
Battles I can't overcome,
And racking up reasons to cry.
Isn't it incredible,
the nonsense we talk when we're old?
Isn't it incredible?
The nonsense we talk.
And numbers I'll never delete,
Photos I'll never erase,
And names I'll never repeat.
Isn't it incredible,
the nonsense we talk when we're young?
Gods I'll never betray,
And rivers that never run dry,
Battles I can't overcome,
And racking up reasons to cry.
Isn't it incredible,
the nonsense we talk when we're old?
Isn't it incredible?
The nonsense we talk.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Wild Making
Behind every wild making
is someone to fill in the gaps.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
are longings all pushed to the side.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
are memories that cover the cracks.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
is someone who looks out for you.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
is someone to fill in the gaps.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
are longings all pushed to the side.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
are memories that cover the cracks.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Behind every wild making
is someone who looks out for you.
Behind every wild making
is someone.
Monday, 13 April 2009
Ponderous Titles Burn In Literate Hell
For You I would Dance
For You I would romance.
For You I would Move
For You I would Improve.
For You I would change
For You I would re-arrange.
For You I would go on
For You I would be the One.
For you I would be anything.....
So can someone tell me why the hell I'm sat at this sodding computer writing it to no-one.
For You I would romance.
For You I would Move
For You I would Improve.
For You I would change
For You I would re-arrange.
For You I would go on
For You I would be the One.
For you I would be anything.....
So can someone tell me why the hell I'm sat at this sodding computer writing it to no-one.
The Purposeful Regret of a Man who clings to his Death as a means of Making It Through the Day without Milk
I Made Four Mistakes: I ignored my friends, I stayed when I should have gone, I thought when I should have done, I never tried to make amends.
I made three mistakes: I passed on what was there, I thought I was less than the rest, I forgot I had dreams to share.
I made two mistakes: I got lost on the way, I didn'y care about the next day.
I made one mistake: I never told you that I think about you when I'm asleep and awake, that my silence causes my months to ache. My days are a three out of ten raised to a four when I spy you from afar, never to fly above five because I am silent of a passion I'm sure you share, call me an idiot, it's harsh but fair.
I made three mistakes: I passed on what was there, I thought I was less than the rest, I forgot I had dreams to share.
I made two mistakes: I got lost on the way, I didn'y care about the next day.
I made one mistake: I never told you that I think about you when I'm asleep and awake, that my silence causes my months to ache. My days are a three out of ten raised to a four when I spy you from afar, never to fly above five because I am silent of a passion I'm sure you share, call me an idiot, it's harsh but fair.
Calculated Note Taker
Weasels. 28
Sprouting Flowers. 3
T.V. Guides. 34
Apathy. Don't Care
Spectacles. 87
Red Cars. 5
Bottles. 8
Lost Love. 1
Easter Eggs. 0
Dreams. 1000
Dinosaurs. 0
Ticket to Ride. 1
Sprouting Flowers. 3
T.V. Guides. 34
Apathy. Don't Care
Spectacles. 87
Red Cars. 5
Bottles. 8
Lost Love. 1
Easter Eggs. 0
Dreams. 1000
Dinosaurs. 0
Ticket to Ride. 1
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Sunday Night Confessional
I love having a day off tomorrow,
And the fact burglars are robbing houses I don't know about,
I loving having music,
And apples.
I love fog, but only as a memory,
I never like it to drive in.
I love having a tidy flat,
And cars I no longer have to MAINTAIN.
I love the fact I have my phone off.
And also that I use st carnage capitals,
As my nonsense,
To preach stupidity, like religion.
I love having tomorrow off,
Without mentioning the day.
I love frame-by-frame memories of everything gone.
And free-form thoughts of anything to come.
And the fact burglars are robbing houses I don't know about.
And repetition.
I also like tempting fate,
And cliches,
And contemplating beckoning burglars from the patios.
And the fact I still have my coat on,
When I really should take my coat off.
I love electricity,
When I'm not so down on electrics that I can't use it
To my advantage.
Like now.
I love the fact I'm not as fucked up as Nicolae Ceauşescu.
That TV programme about him the other week was fascinating,
But horrible.
And the fact burglars are robbing houses I don't know about,
I loving having music,
And apples.
I love fog, but only as a memory,
I never like it to drive in.
I love having a tidy flat,
And cars I no longer have to MAINTAIN.
I love the fact I have my phone off.
And also that I use st carnage capitals,
As my nonsense,
To preach stupidity, like religion.
I love having tomorrow off,
Without mentioning the day.
I love frame-by-frame memories of everything gone.
And free-form thoughts of anything to come.
And the fact burglars are robbing houses I don't know about.
And repetition.
I also like tempting fate,
And cliches,
And contemplating beckoning burglars from the patios.
And the fact I still have my coat on,
When I really should take my coat off.
I love electricity,
When I'm not so down on electrics that I can't use it
To my advantage.
Like now.
I love the fact I'm not as fucked up as Nicolae Ceauşescu.
That TV programme about him the other week was fascinating,
But horrible.
Waterslide
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel a pull to you.
And yet I feel a pull to you.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you falling close,
And yet I feel you falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you drawing near.
And yet I feel you drawing near.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me drawing near.
And yet you feel me drawing near.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me falling close,
And yet you feel me falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel a pull to me.
And yet you feel a pull to me.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral
And only you exist,
And so I feel a love for you
As you rocket round the bend.
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel a pull to you.
And yet I feel a pull to you.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you falling close,
And yet I feel you falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet I feel you drawing near.
And yet I feel you drawing near.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me drawing near.
And yet you feel me drawing near.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel me falling close,
And yet you feel me falling close.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral.
And no-one really exists,
And yet you feel a pull to me.
And yet you feel a pull to me.
We're the pipe
That makes the spiral
And only you exist,
And so I feel a love for you
As you rocket round the bend.
Trained Ape
He's a trained ape.
Clinging to bars,
Letting go of life,
Feeling obvious,
But stopping himself from
Resorting to cliche,
At the last first.
Clinging to bars,
Letting go of life,
Feeling obvious,
But stopping himself from
Resorting to cliche,
At the last first.
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Dreams
Real things ache when you wake from them and find they were only a dream after all not that this is one of those moments thank God I'm in your arms at last and this is amazing you're more than I dreamed of what do you mean if I twist my knuckles around I'll develop superpowers I love you and yet that's strange where are you going don't go oh not yet don't go yet.
7am.
I'll just turn off, turn round, and where were we anyway?
Ah yes that's nice oh you're who I've waited for for so long I'll just hold you and let your perfect smile kiss mine these superpowers aren't so bad I can see into the future I can see something's strange I love you why are the bells ringing and don't go yet this is real I know you won't I just know you won't...
8am
I'll just turn off, get up, and feel a familiar ache
Recurring through the day.
Then I'll try to remember you,
Feeling just a little betrayed as you fade,
And make yourself
Invisible again.
7am.
I'll just turn off, turn round, and where were we anyway?
Ah yes that's nice oh you're who I've waited for for so long I'll just hold you and let your perfect smile kiss mine these superpowers aren't so bad I can see into the future I can see something's strange I love you why are the bells ringing and don't go yet this is real I know you won't I just know you won't...
8am
I'll just turn off, get up, and feel a familiar ache
Recurring through the day.
Then I'll try to remember you,
Feeling just a little betrayed as you fade,
And make yourself
Invisible again.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Work In Progress
A work in progress
Is looking for
A Latin expression
To reach a point where
One verse ends.
And the next begins,
Before starting again...
A work in progress
Is looking for
A Latin expression
To reach a point where
One verse ends.
And the next begins,
Before starting again...
A work in progress
Is looking for
A Latin expression
Et cetera,
Et cetera...
Is looking for
A Latin expression
To reach a point where
One verse ends.
And the next begins,
Before starting again...
A work in progress
Is looking for
A Latin expression
To reach a point where
One verse ends.
And the next begins,
Before starting again...
A work in progress
Is looking for
A Latin expression
Et cetera,
Et cetera...
One-Way Megaphone
Why haven't you replied
to my letters?
I'm missing you.
Are you still taking the pills
for your headaches?
Your silence feels like feedback
from a one-way megaphone
to my ears.
to my letters?
I'm missing you.
Are you still taking the pills
for your headaches?
Your silence feels like feedback
from a one-way megaphone
to my ears.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Can You See It Coming?
Trees surround me, enormous green umbrellas erupting from rotten dead life.
It is peaceful her, I am peaceful here.
The mistakes we made, the monuments to folly fade.Hat filled streets and police beats silenced by pine scented absence and Nuthatch tweets.
In the grand scheme of time our concrete and glass are but seconds passed in a season, this land is ancient and it will not forget or forgive our brutal rape and murder.
We are not forever and our history will not be debated or discussed in Courts of bark and Parliaments of stone.
Everything that is will return to the sea, and it's stagnant churning waves will swallow the testament to the greatness of the idiot called man
It is peaceful her, I am peaceful here.
The mistakes we made, the monuments to folly fade.Hat filled streets and police beats silenced by pine scented absence and Nuthatch tweets.
In the grand scheme of time our concrete and glass are but seconds passed in a season, this land is ancient and it will not forget or forgive our brutal rape and murder.
We are not forever and our history will not be debated or discussed in Courts of bark and Parliaments of stone.
Everything that is will return to the sea, and it's stagnant churning waves will swallow the testament to the greatness of the idiot called man
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