I've been staring at the new post page for about ten minutes. Yeah, I've got absolutely nothing I can think to say, unfortunately I've got everything I want to say as well... stupid annoying dilemmas...
Basically I think I need some time off, holidays can't come any sooner though. Well I've bored you with enough so here're just some random thoughts and writings I've compiled lately. No structure, no real meaning, but real... unlike so much else...
Good people don't show up in mirrors
Just another day, waking up another insomniac in it's grave
If we swapped lives we'd just burn in respective hells
Thanks for the stagnant world,
Now I can work on the elegy
for the tragedy of liberty
Undertaker trains carry corpses,
Reaper's lost his deal,
Who needs a pin up for eternity?
Because now it's getting real
The serpent deals his fruit,
he's got tiny mouths to feed,
He can't make a buck or mind
from something kids don't eat
Watching the world wave goodbye
It ambles by like puppetry
Wind at my whim like an undersea king
Back and forth,
To and fro,
Just different directions for worldly flow
Nowhere to go
Makes bestial brevity tempting
coupled with the freedom.
It's a second bringing not a coming,
So why the fuck will none of you bastards stand up?
Noone can save a world, where different people's different perils lurk behind their hidden doors.
Cards, numbers, names.
I don't want to be me anymore.
I only ask the world the single thing it took from me.
Everything and nothing.
No good, no evil, no me, no you,
No anything, welcome to the world...
Is what I'd like to say but reality was on the other side all along
Everything I wanted to be, was something I never let you see,
Pull from me your obsession, don't look, don't speak, just go.
Every moment you feel alive
There's a week ironically begging for death
Clocking on and clocking off
To do the time in your mind
A cash bouquet and sepulchral eyes.
Respectable neglect makes the wise disguise
Dress it sharp for cubicle or grave.
A temporary end epidemic like a wave
Keep clinging little man,
To whatever you can.
In this big man's hands you dance
right off this stage.
His voice out your mouth
and everyone knows.
Got your name from a tag,
saving for when you'll sag.
Everyone sees the strings but you.
Well, if you get here, it's been awfully nice of you to keep dealing with my mood murder, awfully nice of you to deal with everything else as well. So... uh... what was I doing?
2 comments:
Delightful and moving. I loved the "second bringing" & "everything and nothing". You should write fortune cookies. One thing that can be slightly distracting is your syllable inconstistancy in a couple of them, for some it's awesome and free-versey but for others it's jarringly rhythm-killing. Still, great as usual.
Wow, nobody normally responds to my lame attentions seeking expressionism... doesn't stop me checking monthly anyway. But yeah alot of them aren't actually anything. There's not supposed to be any real structure, it's really just me at a park bench going, this is what I think and I can spend ten minutes arranging it perfectly or I can really just say it. The ones I actually tried on are pretty meh as well, I can't stand my own style sometimes, it just doesn't seem all that inspired.
The rhythmic nightmares tend to sit at the end of my stuff, I've found, I think it's because I like the final point to disregard all conventions... but mainly just laziness or stubbornness. Also (goddamn I just cover myself when it comes to criticism, sad, but whatever) I think I have a tendency to read fast and aggressively, which is a very easy way to cover up the fact that I don't bother with syllable structure as much as I should.
I really need to go through and actually assemble something though, the undertaker trains and serpent deals his fruit was from one thing I was writing, that I stopped liking, mainly because it got too 'Everything was better before all this'. I might pick it up again with the emphasis on how mysticism just doesn't fit today, like how sometimes reality just has to win, I'm not sure.
The critisism is definitely appreciated, I'm getting really sick of just 'brilliant, it made me think things'
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