Jul 2008
#93
30/07/08 02:53 Filed in: poetry
I am decoyed to
melancholy
as you please
the world has succumbed to the pleasures of the vile lake
the cauldron, the hatred excrement.
whores and cretins plunder that sacred union we call a kiss.
as you please
the world has succumbed to the pleasures of the vile lake
the cauldron, the hatred excrement.
whores and cretins plunder that sacred union we call a kiss.
22/07/08 17:16
"As long as you have
words for feelings, you won't understand a bloody
thing." 9
The typical err of mankind trying too hard to understand everything.
The world he built for himself is as irrational as his core.
The door is on the roof that will not open to the outside.
The eye that monitors emotions catches the void stamp you feel instead of emotions
because adjectives pre-configure and reduce that beautiful irrational reality [as it is] to a superficial gimmick, gesture, a prick in your psyche to reap the word you know by a weak association.
Memory functions on the principle of repetition. What do you know about the notion of love?
Eavesdropping on every bugger around the corner, you hear the word 'love' uttered in vain for shoes to cars, tv programmes, bullshit.
You, my friend, are rolling beneath the avalanche of dehumanising cold detachment from the human origin.
That said I am nothing but a speck in that welter, I must be exactly the same way outside this metaphor.
Therefore, I am free to call you to gaze this pretty chaos.
You may never read this. But, the poet reads you all the time.
The typical err of mankind trying too hard to understand everything.
The world he built for himself is as irrational as his core.
The door is on the roof that will not open to the outside.
The eye that monitors emotions catches the void stamp you feel instead of emotions
because adjectives pre-configure and reduce that beautiful irrational reality [as it is] to a superficial gimmick, gesture, a prick in your psyche to reap the word you know by a weak association.
Memory functions on the principle of repetition. What do you know about the notion of love?
Eavesdropping on every bugger around the corner, you hear the word 'love' uttered in vain for shoes to cars, tv programmes, bullshit.
You, my friend, are rolling beneath the avalanche of dehumanising cold detachment from the human origin.
That said I am nothing but a speck in that welter, I must be exactly the same way outside this metaphor.
Therefore, I am free to call you to gaze this pretty chaos.
You may never read this. But, the poet reads you all the time.
#92
17/07/08 15:44
Lives of other people that I pick
up by reading, listening and watching when they were
in the act of escaping their lives.
Time that enormous flapping cunt is plastered right
in my face. But, I have escapades with her whenever I
like.