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Saturday, February 12th, 2005
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12:08 pm - etc etc
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| Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
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10:45 pm - .........
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whoa. it's been a while..since i moved everything into here for the fear of losing it somewhere in cyberspace. one self-depreciating poem after another. once i find all my stories i will post them too, the ones worth noting at any rate..some of my older journal work might be worth digging out too, seeing as how history has a knack of being very repetitive at times. i'm just very surprised this didn't delete itself in my absence.
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| Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003
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10:25 pm - the tragik
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oh, Artemis
our lives are so very chaste,
i fear our souls are somewhat -
clogged.
like the sink of my 'genius' -
so-called, because of endless,
tireless cliche.
after all - words without warrant
equate love without likelihood,
a love for the dying.
a vessel so utterly empty -
my heart; atremble;
marked with 'demolition' -
cascading down...
only to meet his eyes: tiny slits
so ruinous,
merciless,
unforgiving.
i fall, repeatedly -
from hero to zero -
yet i do think, such is Apollo's will.
i'm to concede to impossibility -
and suffer this terrible epiphany.
a most woeful peripiteia.
'halt! have no pity for the fool!'
says Aphrodite:
'she is immune to prejudice.
she is but an indolent child'.
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| Thursday, September 4th, 2003
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10:24 pm - hallowed thee
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perfection in motion
your blinding affliction
assurance and direction
however quixotic
makes you exotic
in the mind of romance
minutes hatch weeks
of your presence gone
pining begets yearning
begets nothing
though not a word to say
nor a move to make
i miss you all the same
like the sickness
that you know and cannot
live without
like the rain
giving way to the
quiet of the day
and no recompense
for a sense of stability
it's storming within
this realm of mortal sins
nameless and addicted
as i'll surrender mine
the cure resting
on the wisps of your lips
so delicate a crime
retribution divine
detonates the will
to remain awake
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| Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
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10:29 pm - overkill
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a mutiny of emotion
i'd surrender to this life
and let you slip the knife
but silently no longer
if you wont heed my will
then will me far away
another world, perhaps
where i can take your hand
and cradle your heart
outside this endless void
we'll revive all that's ever special
each kiss, its own entity
and every word a reason
cut from silver lining
so be friendly with the blade
resting in your palm
it's my word against yours
eyes sewn, open arms
a tether and a spark
murder in the dark
and love tearing at the seams
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| Friday, August 29th, 2003
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10:22 pm - minion
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hark!
who goes there?
who dares disturb my
isolation?
my chamber of refuge?
with such audacity -
if it weren't for thy
immesurable lustre,
i'd brand thee a villain.
yet beauty,
as tis unanimously known,
is awfully deceptive -
it's just an ephemeral
idiosyncracy.
and though slighted,
by virtue of your sex -
you are, i fear
highly contagious -
much too sprightly
for my decrepit likes.
admittedly, each vice
is a punishable one -
but alas!
our matrimony depends
upon unkindly aversion -
broken souls, us both -
unable to emend
the other.
so to the heathen towers
i retreat,
to a nest of longing;
(your parasitic fiend) -
the jilted lover
that never was
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2003
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10:22 pm - the river [divides us]
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my smile deflects your eyes
why?
you sense a mismatch
i sense a dependency
...chronic
across a thousand lifetimes
i searched for all this
all what?
subtle rejection
and the eternal damnation
of your face
reason is nigh
the leaves fall upon us
the wind scathes your
porcelain skin
and i lay about, on my own
languid and detatched
hopelessly hopeful
i count your beauty spots
one by one
and sing a silent prayer
to whom?
no-one knows
but i wish
god.
how i wish
i could say, one day
you inspire [the writer]
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
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10:17 pm - my enemy
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o, my forbidden fruit
o, my beauteous eden
my enemy
spurn me from this living hell
a penchant to my
comforting inertia
so mesmeric in your ways
sparks saw from your
every pore
and make heavy the small shoulders
of where your head hath lain
entrapment by hypnosis
my gaze indisputably fixed
perverted, even
a self-confessed voyeur
ruthless and envious
of that shimmer in her eye
not mine
no foundling am i
but a dissipated wreck
propounding my pulse
o, vestige vexed by woe
o, indeed tis me
condemned to be alone
shunned aside
from your bright white world
and wild wide eyes
spineless as a sluggish snail
only thrice as vain
i'll always pine for all
i cannot attain
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2003
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10:17 pm - synthetic rant
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crush, kill, destroy
programme en mission
it's all simple robotics
press my buttons
and i'll short circuit
i have no feelings
but there's a power surge
in your touch
a hunger hard-driven
by failed tansmission
restart the system
in case of
data overload
user/log on/enter passcode
no registry found
tappity tap tap
...i'm sorry, but -
this does not compute
[oh, you frustrate me too]
what do you expect?
technological modern lovers
dangerous and ephemeral
it's never safe
to shut us down -
how quickly you denounce -
the microchip memories
of mechanical hearts
like mine/i'm wired/from the wall
i'm no more alive
than your bedroom light
but you should've known
that i simply won't take 'no'
for an answer
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
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10:15 pm - transposè
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you, my untouchable
me, your incurable
painting the silence
that so surrounds us
the colour of rhinestone rubies
the colour of your sun
that shines, effervescently
thru the two infinite hollows
of my destruction
like love in a bottle
my message long-lost
somewhere at sea
floating steadily
...alone, like me
waiting to be found
wanting to be read
dreaming to be caught
in your net, your tide
so you can reel me in
hook, line, sinker
rescued from the residual
stark and bitter cold
of fate.
the sea-stars acast
and just one glass
to drink to this night
a fool's plight
slowly sinking, quietly drowned
are sorrow's joyful cries
pulling me under
cause i'm over my head
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| Saturday, June 14th, 2003
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10:14 pm - mistress autumn
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under your bed
behind your eyes
daylight is hiding
a secret sparkle
a knowing look
the brush of an arm
a craving for warmth
cause inside my head
and around my heart
winds are singing
psalms of hope
to calm the longing
of every breath lost
and every beat missed
onto your hair
into your hands
leaves are falling
the rhythm of time
the branches bare
naked is love
[they're falling...]
and so am I
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| Friday, June 6th, 2003
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10:13 pm - hallucinogenic
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love is a term, for which
i've long-sought a definition.
for the ages, it's been surmised
that it is a mystery -
both addiction and antidote;
elusive, like a drug.
if it is as they tell me..
(i say you're the needle)
i'm the servile junkie,
searching high and low
for yet another patent hit -
for even a smidgeon of nectar
leaves me in dire craving of honey.
(entangled and submissive)
i can't help but wonder,
to what point would we entail living -
without this bitter sweetness
wrougt only by chemical imbalance?
because even bad trips
can make the greatest stories..
(though only in retrospect)
whilst we're never able to forget
the ones most euphoric.
now - you - an unknown remedy
both terrify and tempt me;
(i've got such low immunity)
though none can withstand gravity -
not even the shooting stars,
for oxygen devours their luminousity.
perhaps love is illusory
though there is no real cure,
nor stopping my consumption -
driven by compulsion
(and insatiable attraction)
i'm dying to be sedated..
by a generous dose of you
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2003
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10:12 pm - sap
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lust is a tool of the devil,
and you: his perpetrator.
a glint of scandal
in your eye -
a dash of wicked -
across your smile;
a trace of coyness -
in your touch...
which, incidentally,
i'm unable to resist....
dè já vû.
is this what i used to call
falling?
not strong enough to stand -
i merely stumble
over walls, over words...
for circumlocution
is one tedious sport,
for us aged and sickly players.
surfeited with bile,
my stomach cries to contain
pangs of desideratum -
a need so ferocious -
it divests me,
entirely,
of the capacity to breathe.
idol and envy
consume me at once.
were you born with defect!
were your faults all mine!
whatever match to grace
is impudence?
had i your reflection,
i'd wed the mirror.
though in a world so dour (sigh)
i trust it mustn't be easy
bearing such inability
to exhaust praise.
your voice -
intoxicating;
your skin -
asphyxiating;
your mind -
unyielding;
you sitting beside me -
doing my head in.
uninhibited and deluded,
traits i'm yet inept to deny -
i know very well
the fatal nature of attraction:
this love is but poison.
to drink or not to drink..?
that is the question.
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| Monday, May 12th, 2003
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10:11 pm - mercy (pt viii)
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allow me to introduce
my latest
psychoneurtoic fixation
he lives in my mind
he's a lot like you, in fact
all charm intact
except therein, he's all mine
see, i can't really fault you
you're all i ever
needn't find again
and not to mention
incredibly
photogenic
(and hard to get)
had i a pictograph
i'd frame your portrait
in sepia
on my ceiling
and leave the lamp
to burn all night
speaking of which -
are you still up?
i lean my ear
against the cardboard door
but i cannot decipher
a sound you make
asleep.
you're talking through
a mouthful of chalk
ah, well...
regardless of etiquette
and dreary decree
you make the rest of my life
seem inadequate.
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| Saturday, May 3rd, 2003
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10:10 pm - mercy (pt vii)
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an intransigent figure
the patent outline
of a silhouette
cast indefectibly
across my mind
whose, you wonder
desultorily
take a wild guess, i say
no prizes as to who
it's unflinching, you know
this infernal knowledge
of how this all is
and how it could be
did you not learn
of the magnanimous man
who sought to outrun destiny?
he ended in embitterment
(so too, will you)
so long as the dark
dank, distorted tunnel
of danger spent
is your indefinite dwelling
insolence breeds the tyrant
mortal judgement
is wrought with illusion
what makes one so great
is, inextricably
their ruin, for
we're helplessly subjected
to the malignant forces
outside this cosmos
and i can't simply watch
them hungrily devour
your seraphim-soul.
so, you wonder
why i don't ask nowadays
did it ever occur to you
that i willingly embrace
in ignorance, too?
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| Saturday, April 26th, 2003
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10:09 pm - mercy (pt vi)
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sent my heart
to the guillotine
appropriate, i guess
better broken
by your hand than mine
no love lost, that way
for mine is like sunset
inevitable and fading
i'm left floating
amid particles of dust
refractive of all
that stands as pure fact
because nothing
can be distinguished
from the rain you bring
in you, dear
heavy love and despair
are inseparable.
raccoon eyes
are infinitely dark
but the extent, to you
will not be known -
if only
you'd be so much as persuaded
to stay the night?
masques
and costumes alike
will peel off slowly
as we both succumb
to the ever-present longing
in the air
and no.
no word of regret...
i'm going to make
a real man of you yet
just watch.
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| Thursday, April 24th, 2003
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10:09 pm - mercy (pt v)
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like a leech
you devour the words
a taboo between us
you swear is non-existent
though you're never sure
but i can't
put my life on hold
i'm far too old
to linger by default
now i make my departure
(exit stage left)
in all subtlety
and tear the seedling
with impetuous might
a stark upheaval
from its infant roots
listen to me
there's no need to protest
i know what's best
true, it may sting awhile
yet you'll soon forget
my name
a crying shame
all commisery aside
i'd rather be left
to do my time
behind the tranquil iron bars
free of your cursed face.
so i turn my back
laden with scars
from your pointed claws
my beloved.
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| Thursday, April 17th, 2003
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10:07 pm - mercy (pt iv)
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on the spindle wheel
of cruellest incentive
you cut yourself
twas accidental
poor wretch
now you lay silent
limp in my arms
pretty and dead
(like a fur coat)
i cradle your head
amid clumps of hair
damp from the cold
as it falls out
the bloody silken strands
between my calluses
assuage the pain
just momentarily
i prop you up gently
and giveth this kiss -
(my final bliss?)
then slowly
like dawn
you wake
i wait
i watch a sigh escape
your breathless body
an icicle
skin severed
vacant as ever
hush, my dear
it will be over soon
(i promise).
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| Sunday, April 13th, 2003
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10:06 pm - mercy (pt iii)
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signs are clearly
not your speciality
nor mine, love
i'm not blind (yet)
but i'm wasting away
apart of the precious pullution
that keeps us awake
nightly
the mirror's grotesque
or is it just me?
i'm sick of you
i'm sick from you
fashionably late, sweetie
at least you're consistent
tell me
where've you been hiding
all this time?
are you sure the world's
safe enough?
don't dare to dirty
your puritan clothes
i'm tame, relatively
though you'll surely scream
as you
feel me
sink my teeth
futher into
intangibility
i know, now
there's such a thing
as far too perfect
i hate to burst your
immaculate bubble
you're but one thing to me now
everything
fucking! wake up.
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| Thursday, April 10th, 2003
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10:05 pm - mercy (pt ii)
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your lips sewn shut
with traces of matte rouge
round the delicate edges
mine, my proverbial
territorial mark
but my sandpaper kiss
could seethe this metal
that welds us together
we're handcuffed
and blindfolded, mercilessly
you see
we're bound by electricity
can you feel my
proton pulse?
beneath your ivory bones?
stand up straight
take a step to your left
my right (always am)
there, that's it
a little lower, still
ah! found the 'on' switch
now turn up the voltage
kazwooshytabroomskii!
i thought you knew..
about the glass door
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