Monday, 30 May 2011

Count Me Out

In the silence of the day,
The clock tick
My only friend, and faux
The fur stirs upon my skin,
And the dumb calls
From out of sight,
Whispers of new worlds, on the other side
Of a still dark night.

Looking up at the mottled glass,
I paw the door, helpless;
Helplessly dreaming of a future,
Where this present
Is past, forgotten so much
Just a scar of a suture;
And in the rainbow glow
Of the mottled glass door,
I am all so utterly helpless.

The thick motionless air,
Sits sullen, and breathes
Life into this deathly scene;
And still I wait,
To take his place:
Is it not the other side,
That is said to be green?
But it always seems so, that
I am all so utterly helpless.

Thursday, 26 May 2011

It was an Inside Job

Beside the smooth soft skin,
Sits the rough patches
And the broken chewed nails;
Behind the friendly smile,
Lies chipped yellowing teeth
And screams shouts wails;
Under these unbecoming clothes,
Folds a poisoning penis
And the threat of another;
Over these broad shoulders,
Hides an unknown past
And no father or mother;
Inside these dark eyes,
Plays the silent thoughts
And the push to become true;
Within this one man,
There is a war raging
And another trying to get through.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

The Stone in the Shoe

And so begins the test, you snake in the grass;
But your poison wont touch me
And your parasitic spines wont get me,
Because I am salt and I am ice,
And you can't see the storm coming,
By then the destruction will be.
And the slithering smile
But a lonely seed in the sand.
And the sand the desert.

No longer the flesh and bones
Of life, you no longer human,
And find the water,
Please follow those footprints
In the sand and in the water;
Let a conscience be your ballast,
And may it keep your head beneath.
And not even the fish
Would nibble at your flesh.

You beautiful lie, you beautiful lie,
Just hiding a hideous truth,
With your sweetness, and blasphemy
And some doctored proof.
Just look what you have got
And nothing is worth a smile,
Because nothing is really truth,
And you are all alone.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Letter To A H.Keller

Can't you see,
That I'm sick of this day;
Can't you see, That I only ever want
To go out in the rain
When it isn't raining;
And go for a jog when I'm busy.

Can't you see that I'm a fake,
That I don't fit in;
Can't you see, that I don't
Value myself, how could I
Ever value you;
Do you see what I'm saying.

Can't you see that I love,
That I want to love,
That I want to be loved,
Can't you see;
There is beauty, even in that
Which hurts the most.

Can't you see,
Can't you see,
That it was no more
Special than the rest,
Can't you see that
It was all an act;
Even I believed that.

Can't you see, that true love lasts
Forever, and our love
Is over, and never was,
And never should be:
Don't blind yourself
From what everyone can see.