| You're the One |
[04 Jul 2006|08:48pm] |
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Very short piece I wrote on the indifference of human nature...
It’s where the birds lay still in a landfill called perception and only deception is descriptive of the connection we find when we rely on mankind to fuel us the ways and means of our hopes and dreams, but when all is done there are no teams, there are only individuals who exist for themselves with compassion residual. So go ahead and make a point to tell the person you hate how indifferent they are to the person you love, and I’ll be waiting with open arms.
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| Wholesale Conscience |
[04 Jul 2006|08:46pm] |
My mentality forces me to fight with myself, and it affects my health, to the point where my disorder becomes my reality.
An impulse in my brain encouraging me to sample pain, and a dirty angel on my back saying that she'll remain.
Pessimist haven is open for business, and my thoughts are resorts for those negative thinkers and heavy drinkers.
The weak-willed, and the compulsively pilled are the kind who find solace in my inevitable decline.
Come take a piece of me while you still can, I know you're a fan, my will is a steal and my trust you can feel.
Use it as long as you desire, then just give it back when you tire, or the novelty has worn, or the seams have torn.
Your fake plastic conscience enlightens with excuses, and it turns and accuses, when I defend my broken spirit.
So let's just agree to disgaree, and I'll keep my mouth shut, and my true thoughts will go to the grave with me.
I'd hate to make this uncomfortable for you...
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| The Happy One |
[04 Jul 2006|08:45pm] |
What do you feel when you lose yourself and you’ve got no one else for reliance and recovery?
You go into a hole which is eaten by a man who controls your soul without ever having met you.
And you see your life flash but it’s only a glimpse and you see your wife crash ‘cos it’s she who has driven, and when all is forgiven you’ll forget you were living because you’re existence was more meaningful dead than alive.
So in fear of all this you’ll try to connect, in an attempt to resurrect the one peace of mind you thought you had.
But the realisation comes when a girl passes by and she catches your eye and she steals your heart.
She’s a sun-tinted siren with little room to think and even less room to do, and when she says she’s thinking of you, she’s thinking of that guy who ate your space and stole your soul.
So you make like a mole and you find your own place, and you burrow a hole and you hide your sad face.
Because what’s important is that no one can see how effected you can get or how emotional you can be, the truth is that no one’s concerned until they see such signs of vulnerability.
Because when humans become humane it spells the end of humanity.
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| I have a dream... And then another |
[04 Jul 2006|08:43pm] |
I wrote this a while back. It's about sleeping rough. It was before I found my current structure (or rather "anti-structure") of poetry...
Waking up in a house without central heating
Is like waking up in a chest without a heart beating
My bones are dead and my whole body is cold
And my hands are red and I feel seventy years old
This pain in my stomach is recurring every morning
There’s a pit in my gut and I feel like I’m falling
And every inch deeper I get the more I forget
Until I wake up in a sweat from having passed out
Laying down on the floor looking up at the ceiling
That yellow stained ceiling and the wallpaper peeling
I feel like I’m dying and I think that I’m dreaming
I drive a fast car and I own a big house in the country
I’ve won several Oscars and my wife is sultry
We eat fine gourmet cuisine from fine china dinner sets
The dining table is ten feet long, that’s where our family sits
But it’s just a dream
So I stay lying on the floor like twelve-stone of debris
And think about when it was I left myself behind
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