I want to hear it!
In the meantime...some favourite Xmas hits:
1. Theoretical Girl-Holy Night
2. The Raveonettes-Christmas Song
3. David Bowie and Bing Crosby-Little Drummer Boy
4. Bright Eyes-Blue Christmas
5. Wings-Mull of Kintyre
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Get rid
Of you and the sickness your person gives me
I had to delete myself to cure myself
I hope when I am gone I will haunt you as much as you have teased me
10 years is nothing compared to infinity
Be seeing you now
I had to delete myself to cure myself
I hope when I am gone I will haunt you as much as you have teased me
10 years is nothing compared to infinity
Be seeing you now
Monday, 30 November 2009
Insomnia reeks of all of life's desperate failings
You have haunted me enough
You are going to be the death of me
You are going to be the death of me
Nothing Knew
I know of nothing new
I am spent of all I knew
My soul aches a stench of honeydew
Whilst I am soaked in your shameless goo
A momentary blast of paradise syndrome
Leads to an eternal task of a malady of no home
This crisis has many avenues but not so many doors
I was unlucky to take a fall into a deep mind of impermeable pores
I am sure you often wonder as I stealthily cross your thoughts hue
What happened to the girl I once knew who knew of nothing new?
She is still trapped in a homemade dungeon
Perilously stepping aside of her mind's eye
And dreaming of silver and gold to pass the time
I am spent of all I knew
My soul aches a stench of honeydew
Whilst I am soaked in your shameless goo
A momentary blast of paradise syndrome
Leads to an eternal task of a malady of no home
This crisis has many avenues but not so many doors
I was unlucky to take a fall into a deep mind of impermeable pores
I am sure you often wonder as I stealthily cross your thoughts hue
What happened to the girl I once knew who knew of nothing new?
She is still trapped in a homemade dungeon
Perilously stepping aside of her mind's eye
And dreaming of silver and gold to pass the time
Primrose Sun
Rolling upon rolling, towards the clouds we go.
A pink rose wave of sunlight streaming gently, beaming mildly,
takes it turn to wade over us, magnificently, undulating
with monumental pride.
This is the one sea which shall never cascade any danger.
This is the one sea which encapsulates all but harms no one.
Look to the curls of clouds and the wisps of wind,
A trajectory of small fragments of His soul.
In all its glory how it hangs so delicately.
A precious frame that enshrines the stillness of its roar.
Some are fortunate to bask in its overwhelming shadow
and embrace the sensation that amounts to peace.
Others hurry by, not looking, not glancing, uncaring, indifferent.
But not I.
For I shall remember you.
A passionate moment we shared amongst the twisted leaves, sharp
blades of grass and fingers of the trees.
A moment intensely heightened, captured and treasured.
A moment we shall name, our primrose sun.
A pink rose wave of sunlight streaming gently, beaming mildly,
takes it turn to wade over us, magnificently, undulating
with monumental pride.
This is the one sea which shall never cascade any danger.
This is the one sea which encapsulates all but harms no one.
Look to the curls of clouds and the wisps of wind,
A trajectory of small fragments of His soul.
In all its glory how it hangs so delicately.
A precious frame that enshrines the stillness of its roar.
Some are fortunate to bask in its overwhelming shadow
and embrace the sensation that amounts to peace.
Others hurry by, not looking, not glancing, uncaring, indifferent.
But not I.
For I shall remember you.
A passionate moment we shared amongst the twisted leaves, sharp
blades of grass and fingers of the trees.
A moment intensely heightened, captured and treasured.
A moment we shall name, our primrose sun.
A Hurricane
Watch the colours drain from you when you emerge from the
shallow waters of the stagnant pool we both lay in.
Shakes of shock - had you really been lying next to me all this
time?
But remember, it was you who had violently grabbed my arm in
the dark,
Desperately hoping that I would understand and not toss you
gently back into the black waters.
That forged connection: charged by the same fuel and fuelled by
the same charge.
How wondrous, how exotic. How typical.
You told me you already held the arm of another who lay longer,
closer and nearer to you.
An arm which I am bruised by repeatedly and relentlessly.
But listen, child.
I live by chances and shun regret.
You live by regret and shun chances.
So look out now.
A hurricane is coming.
shallow waters of the stagnant pool we both lay in.
Shakes of shock - had you really been lying next to me all this
time?
But remember, it was you who had violently grabbed my arm in
the dark,
Desperately hoping that I would understand and not toss you
gently back into the black waters.
That forged connection: charged by the same fuel and fuelled by
the same charge.
How wondrous, how exotic. How typical.
You told me you already held the arm of another who lay longer,
closer and nearer to you.
An arm which I am bruised by repeatedly and relentlessly.
But listen, child.
I live by chances and shun regret.
You live by regret and shun chances.
So look out now.
A hurricane is coming.
The Mask
Pick it up lover and
embrace it with your
trembling fingers.
Trace the shapes,
The curves,
Rough and tender.
Mark your own eyes with
its eyes,
Your mouth kisses its
porcelain lips.
Feel its own skin rubbing
against yours,
The shiver of becoming
one numbs you rigid.
This is what it feels like to
lie next to someone so
cold.
embrace it with your
trembling fingers.
Trace the shapes,
The curves,
Rough and tender.
Mark your own eyes with
its eyes,
Your mouth kisses its
porcelain lips.
Feel its own skin rubbing
against yours,
The shiver of becoming
one numbs you rigid.
This is what it feels like to
lie next to someone so
cold.
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