Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Something Very Childish.

Between arrogance and paranoia
This paragon lies.
Every glimpse like an electric shock
This doesn't subside.
History repeats like a broken heart
Refusing to die.
And from different spots we watch the clock
Refusing to die.

A decade indentured to your senses
Then slowly drowned.
In dreams began responsibility
This Cathedral Town.
Chased by tigers and labradors alike
This facsimile.
And our brave new hopes fade like a facsimile
- Of a facsimile
-- Of a facsimile
--- Of a facsimile
---- Of a facsimile

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Must stretch my legs -
Too long moving and too long still -
Recipe for cramp.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

The End Of The End.

Destined is just the end,
The point at which you cease to bend.

With certainty I can speak
Of yourself as one who likes to seek...

... The End...

But really breaking points have long since passed
And tolerance levels long since surpassed.

Footprints fit to amend,
Maybe the end has met its end?

... The End... Of The End...

Deformed, contorted, peek over the side
To the depths where you alone can confide.

Dipping so low for the line
Like some sprinter running out of time.

... At The End... Of The End... Of The End...

The righteous and the famous,
Destined to be less than us, strangers.

Destined is just The End,
The point at which you cease to bend.

The End... Of The End... Of The End... Of The End.

Monday, 29 August 2011

Sunday, 10 April 2011

With Reference to Reverence.

Another devil dies a sainted death,
Mothers, lovers, renamed regret,
Worship the words that undermined.
Undercover sins, repentance reminds.

There is no good, no bad, just ugly.
And you're getting uglier weekly.

The earthly memories remain, fainting
And your corpse will be your oil painting.
And all you were will be replaced
by a benevolent close-up of your face.

Revered relief in innocent exits
Then pillaged away 'til life forgets it.