Pages

Saturday 5 December 2015

GOOGLEYES


Lookyoufuckingidiotdoyouevenknowwhatyoudo?

willyoustillcontinuetoturnaroundandthink"SoWhat'sInItForYou?

thebadthingsarewhatheknows

howmanytimesdoeshehavetobehere

thislifeitdoesnotbelong.

itseemstohavelostitswayandjustreappeared

nooneisbeyondallthatcomestrue.

thespeechneverspokenentwinningrelief

howeverthelifecontinues.

Sittingdownwatchingtheworldspassing

neglectingone'sabilities.

youpressthebuttonsandtheyrefusetowork,thebrainignited.

"don'tmakemeouttobeajerk'.

IMISSHAVINGSOMEONEANDIDON'THAVEEYESTOSEE.

thefeelingisoutofreach.

onedayyou'llawakennexttome.

untilthenit'sjustadream


Monday 23 November 2015

The boy

"I will make trophies of their spines" he yelled
Curse them all for switching my body with a child. Oh well at least I can drag this stuffed bear with me, I thought they would have taken all my friends.
"There's a car moving" "it's heading in our direction..."
"What was that?", screamed my body.
"Can you quit dragging me around and put me in your bag?!"
"Mmm ... was THAT the walking stick communing with me'?
"yea...NO" "in your right hand is where you'll find me boy.
"mmm, look you little shit, if you're going to be like that I throw you into the car" The body murmmered under his breath,
"Well if that's the way you feel, you can forget me helping you find your own body again.

BREAK OF DAY

The sun that listens to what night has to say
The stars they will remember on the brink of each new day
When the moon decides to take chances and stay awake until dawn.
The morning shows relief as the flowers are set to dance.

TRYING TO RECONNECT.

My mind just dies, forced by need of paper and pen
Every time I get a line it takes the answer but then adds 'what?' and 'when?'
You write it down, but it has no pitch
Your skin starts to burn and itch
You can think it, why not write it down?
There are parts now broken, lost the will to be found
The power's gone and the connection's disabled.
What will inspire me to be reborn? enabled?


Sunday 15 November 2015

MOTIVATION.


I seem to lack a lot of motivation.
Today in fact is an example and demonstration.
There's no more time for retaliation
It's time to break out of the infestation.

THAT FUCKING APPLE!

My apple's in the dark place and not alone
The man who stares to wait for my apple to drop
His vacant expression is like he is made from stone
My apple is in the place and not alone
Caution of any movement by the constant drone
He's wondering where's the rest of the crop
My apple's in the place and not alone
The man who stares to wait for my apple to drop.

SUSPENDED IN TIME.

There was once a time when there was no line
Where I could take what was mine
And need not worry if it was going to be fine.
I don't know if I should follow my hearts path
Or let my head turn around to have the last laugh.
My hands have touched death on an all too regular basis.
Like the corpses in the ground with their decomposing faces.

I took my love inside the river of flame
To watch it struggle and drown to free it from all the pain.
To hate the life from all you've done
Has it reached new limits?
Pain taught me I can not be the one.
My life was over before it begun.

I continue each day with all that's around and you know I don't belong.
Why do I find myself sitting and waiting
For the one on the border of loving or hating.
You watch it pass by but feel it go on,
It's not what you want.

Take the rage that's trapped within,
Find a way to unleash the beast of sin.
I wish I could do more than these words could ever say
Take it all in, take it all in now, then throw it away
You take my heart and serve it on a plate.
You take what's best for you, it's never too late.

Now's the time to say goodbye.


I AM

The cement is like water
Sometimes too far to see

The air drives the life force
Like the clink of coins in the decision maker's wallet.

The concrete is flooding
like the tsunami has reached new limits.

The air is invisible, 
bent and broken like an old rocking chair.

I am the cactus in flower, that has  lived past it's time.
From a drink of water, to the drenching of summer rain.

I am from a place called home 
to live until I'm free again

I am from the ocean, 
competing to remain alive and from details written in stone.

I am from the farm 
just like the empty wheelbarrow 
now filled with countless animal entrails.

I am from injury
From the injections to save a live
to the open wounds that never began to heal.

I am from the end of imagination
I am the thought that determines if you feel.