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Monday, December 12
Hate slides off the tongue easily
Rhetoric builds even without thought
Very few of us let live freely
And even more believe it can be bought.
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Rhetoric builds even without thought
Very few of us let live freely
And even more believe it can be bought.
Thursday, May 5
The world can only run and run
And something sucks us all
Fish swim, and sometimes burn in the sun
It’s you that thinks they fall
Who hears the call of the wild these days
But it hasn’t left us yet
The rush’s coming close, they like to say
So come on place a bet
We all think that we have his view
All four whores splayed out beneath
And when the silent places sue
Would we even get the truth
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And something sucks us all
Fish swim, and sometimes burn in the sun
It’s you that thinks they fall
Who hears the call of the wild these days
But it hasn’t left us yet
The rush’s coming close, they like to say
So come on place a bet
We all think that we have his view
All four whores splayed out beneath
And when the silent places sue
Would we even get the truth
Tuesday, April 5
I can taste the grey in the air
On my tongue, in my eyes
Sliding across the fake formica
Hear chipboard, tippex and plastic cups cry
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On my tongue, in my eyes
Sliding across the fake formica
Hear chipboard, tippex and plastic cups cry
Thursday, February 3
Can you still taste the life
You once thought was yours?
Still negotiating perceived strife,
And leaning on the draw?
Everywhere I looked I could feel open doors,
But never found the strength to push up off the floor.
Like Dominick Medina
Can you follow your own course?
Or meander like me,
Buried deep in the sauce.
I tore out my hair, and screamed myself hoarse,
And all I had to do was stand up off the floor.
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You once thought was yours?
Still negotiating perceived strife,
And leaning on the draw?
Everywhere I looked I could feel open doors,
But never found the strength to push up off the floor.
Like Dominick Medina
Can you follow your own course?
Or meander like me,
Buried deep in the sauce.
I tore out my hair, and screamed myself hoarse,
And all I had to do was stand up off the floor.
Wednesday, December 22
We were 2 wrongs tucked up in bed that night.
Heaving around,
Fighting loves good fight.
You sink into your need, and it all becomes clear.
Can fear beget desire,
With this stranger so near?
A terrible truth, came out like the rest in law.
So near, yet so far,
Do you realise it’s war?
You sink into your need, and confusion abounds
All animals need to feed,
But should we hunt with the hounds?
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Heaving around,
Fighting loves good fight.
You sink into your need, and it all becomes clear.
Can fear beget desire,
With this stranger so near?
A terrible truth, came out like the rest in law.
So near, yet so far,
Do you realise it’s war?
You sink into your need, and confusion abounds
All animals need to feed,
But should we hunt with the hounds?
Friday, December 17
I seem to need to peel the layers off myself,
Leave the bones stained bare by the wind.
Do you feel a necessity to know yourself,
You obsessed with what should be within?
A process that can only damage my self,
Out there’s a world that herds and leaves.
And there are other souls like your self,
Who do you think of when you’re down on your knees?
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Leave the bones stained bare by the wind.
Do you feel a necessity to know yourself,
You obsessed with what should be within?
A process that can only damage my self,
Out there’s a world that herds and leaves.
And there are other souls like your self,
Who do you think of when you’re down on your knees?
Thursday, December 16
Putting the poetry into movement
Burning miles into the air
Desperate for improvement
See me flicking back my hair
Walls colour my imagination
Seen through torque of skin
Almost love with concentration
The contortionist's dreams are thin
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Burning miles into the air
Desperate for improvement
See me flicking back my hair
Walls colour my imagination
Seen through torque of skin
Almost love with concentration
The contortionist's dreams are thin
Thursday, September 9
She don’t sit still
Makes me feel ill
I turn around and around
And when the world stops spinning
I like to start grinning
I can’t see her at all
You say it’s my head in the clouds
I run as fast as I’m aloud
And this is the life for me
Proud of the way we’re living
And we keep on kidding
Who knows what it is to be
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Makes me feel ill
I turn around and around
And when the world stops spinning
I like to start grinning
I can’t see her at all
You say it’s my head in the clouds
I run as fast as I’m aloud
And this is the life for me
Proud of the way we’re living
And we keep on kidding
Who knows what it is to be
Friday, July 16
Feel the moist stagnation in the air
The heavy morning hanging over
You share the hurt, and cry fair
Savour the aftertaste of failure
That we’ll get used to far too soon
Like the rampant darkness in London’s lair
I laugh and smile when you leave the room
It is funny, it goes on for ever
And ever
Comments
The heavy morning hanging over
You share the hurt, and cry fair
Savour the aftertaste of failure
That we’ll get used to far too soon
Like the rampant darkness in London’s lair
I laugh and smile when you leave the room
It is funny, it goes on for ever
And ever
Friday, June 11
The days drag into years
Pulling my fears behind
You keep in touch with your ears
It makes you feel divine
And I’ve read all this before
Line after bloody line
And already I see more
I like to set my own mines
So do you see where I’m getting at
Do you see your Dasein still
Can you see how I relate to that
The green and pleasant hills
And its still all gone on before
Yet still shocks people dumb
Treat life like you treat your whore
No need to hang when your done
Comments
Pulling my fears behind
You keep in touch with your ears
It makes you feel divine
And I’ve read all this before
Line after bloody line
And already I see more
I like to set my own mines
So do you see where I’m getting at
Do you see your Dasein still
Can you see how I relate to that
The green and pleasant hills
And its still all gone on before
Yet still shocks people dumb
Treat life like you treat your whore
No need to hang when your done
