Lifebood, All entwined. Pinpricks of tears, Hit out From a shared subconcious, How I hate this ageing, How I hate this dying, How I hate this finiteness of everything, Every place, Every world, Every emotion, every tear. Why are we so fragile, When we think we are Gods.
January 7, 2012
Black coffee and Glenlivet, Fine cotton and leather, Warm blankets, new tablet, Soft skin, new hearth, Old bombs, old refugee tents, New dictators, old ways, Old terrors, new tech, Old borders, new guns, Cold hearts, warm blood, Cold streets, warm hearts. All at the same time.
January 11, 2011
Here lived, A man ordinary. Believing he stood for something, Existing only, Because the sinister echoes, Bent on destruction; And finality Wanted him to wilt. Here stood a man, Who heard the voices, Which didn’t exist, For without them, There was nothing to distinguish, One triumph, From the other. Here was a man, Who believed,… [Read more…]
September 9, 2010
For all the crumbs left behind On the highway of Time For all the dreams Undreamt On the highway of success For all the moments Which well up Which swell up And consume my mind For all the nightmares That leave a bad taste In the life I left behind For all the lives, I… [Read more…]
August 2, 2010
Sharing, Of deeds done And things felt Are more important Than the deeds done And the things felt; Alone. Fighting the Good Fight, Is more important, Than staying alive; And feasting over the verdant; Triumphant. Sitting by the shores, Of your imagination And dreaming about What She is telling you Is more valuable… Than all… [Read more…]
July 13, 2009
I prefer the sea. Because I close myself in Because life is not fulfilling Only after a climb. Life is fulfilling when I see little fish Frollick. Because I can smell The pungency of life Because when I cup water, And light plays In my palms I feel prismatic. Because when a wave throws me,… [Read more…]
February 17, 2012
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