Date: 31.12.2007
Time: 7:47 p.m.
Crispy fried chicken
Could never seem like a good idea
When there was chocolate to spare,
Taking a cold walk along
A mending street made the
Day seem less bare.
Blocked ideas running wild
With the force of vivid colours,
From red ears to held back sighs
To the imposition of tight collars.
Boredom and laughter
Put together like a charm,
Furry balls of little birds
Running about a wayward farm.
You come up with
Weirdness and improbablity
When you find you cannot say,
A bit of what is a part of
The mess of your mind
On the second day.
End: 8:05 p.m.
Monday, 31 December 2007
Monday, 24 December 2007
Euthanasia
Date: 24.12.2007
Time: 2:10 p.m.
I feel my life with ague intense
Lust for it consuming my base essence
The surging fire turning blood to vapours
And young bones to ashes.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That burns my soul to bits
With its intensity?
Give me euthanasia.
Hack off those limbs that move with life
Watch my blood flow from severed appendages
Hurt me, but wait! on second thought, don’t
My love for it will kill me instead.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That tears my soul to shreds
With its ferocity?
Give me euthanasia.
The mad fit issues vomit from my stomach
Overwhelming tide of strenuous craving
Punctuated by stabs ripping off flesh
I feel too much in every fibre.
Do I not deserve to die?
Spare me this passion
As it makes my soul implode
With its ardent cruelty.
Give me euthanasia.
End: 2:17 p.m.
Time: 2:10 p.m.
I feel my life with ague intense
Lust for it consuming my base essence
The surging fire turning blood to vapours
And young bones to ashes.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That burns my soul to bits
With its intensity?
Give me euthanasia.
Hack off those limbs that move with life
Watch my blood flow from severed appendages
Hurt me, but wait! on second thought, don’t
My love for it will kill me instead.
Do I not deserve to die?
For harbouring such passion
That tears my soul to shreds
With its ferocity?
Give me euthanasia.
The mad fit issues vomit from my stomach
Overwhelming tide of strenuous craving
Punctuated by stabs ripping off flesh
I feel too much in every fibre.
Do I not deserve to die?
Spare me this passion
As it makes my soul implode
With its ardent cruelty.
Give me euthanasia.
End: 2:17 p.m.
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Frosted Thoughts
Date: 23.12.2007
Time: 6:45 p.m.
A parted curtain holds the key to many lives
As they walk away, dancing to daylight’s sway
The tide of festive notes that light up shining eyes
But a pair stays glum, when all else is humdrum.
Wiping mist from that window while sitting silently
Contemplating quietude and faith in misery
The ink refuses to flow, bubbles do remain
Dried red raindrops form patterns on the windowpane.
Old companions forsaken by frosted thoughts
Without a single stream, even in a dream
An eerie emptiness puts out those embers bright
As they fade away, slowly with each day.
That young ghost haunts the dwelling bound to yesterdays
More numbness freezes spirit fire in so many ways
Passing through the people walking by in peace
Fragmented heartbeat felt as though on a stifling lease.
Queer and quaint, the portrait lies left incomplete
The lines in disarray, for she won’t paint today
Eyes spell darkness seen through fog and stormy haze
No more words to say, no more words to stay.
End: 7:05 p.m.
Time: 6:45 p.m.
A parted curtain holds the key to many lives
As they walk away, dancing to daylight’s sway
The tide of festive notes that light up shining eyes
But a pair stays glum, when all else is humdrum.
Wiping mist from that window while sitting silently
Contemplating quietude and faith in misery
The ink refuses to flow, bubbles do remain
Dried red raindrops form patterns on the windowpane.
Old companions forsaken by frosted thoughts
Without a single stream, even in a dream
An eerie emptiness puts out those embers bright
As they fade away, slowly with each day.
That young ghost haunts the dwelling bound to yesterdays
More numbness freezes spirit fire in so many ways
Passing through the people walking by in peace
Fragmented heartbeat felt as though on a stifling lease.
Queer and quaint, the portrait lies left incomplete
The lines in disarray, for she won’t paint today
Eyes spell darkness seen through fog and stormy haze
No more words to say, no more words to stay.
End: 7:05 p.m.
Sunday, 16 December 2007
Liberation
Date: 16.12.2007
Time: 8:45 p.m.
Those bonds of attachment
That held the depleted corpse
Bound exquisitely to the reeking realm
Break, tatter and tear
As life is imbued into her rotten body.
She breaks all the attachment
Liberated, she rises above
All those dreary mortals
Who wished only to keep her bound
Against her will, to their flawed mortal plane.
This moment she stands alone
Strengthened by the solitude
That is welcomed and cherished,
Freed from her hankering after
Other damaged souls.
She stands alone needing no support
Not a single bond to keep her chained
That deceased marionette’s eyes awaken
To move against the will of those strings
That play a dithyramb for the living.
But the corpse is not disheartened
For solitude is what she wants
And the cadaver is freed from
All those vacuous ties that bring torment
For they are not needed for her to fly again.
End: 8:52 p.m.
Time: 8:45 p.m.
Those bonds of attachment
That held the depleted corpse
Bound exquisitely to the reeking realm
Break, tatter and tear
As life is imbued into her rotten body.
She breaks all the attachment
Liberated, she rises above
All those dreary mortals
Who wished only to keep her bound
Against her will, to their flawed mortal plane.
This moment she stands alone
Strengthened by the solitude
That is welcomed and cherished,
Freed from her hankering after
Other damaged souls.
She stands alone needing no support
Not a single bond to keep her chained
That deceased marionette’s eyes awaken
To move against the will of those strings
That play a dithyramb for the living.
But the corpse is not disheartened
For solitude is what she wants
And the cadaver is freed from
All those vacuous ties that bring torment
For they are not needed for her to fly again.
End: 8:52 p.m.
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Black Queen
Date: 06.12.2007
Time: 6:04 p.m.
Starting my game waiting for white
To begin play with its silver pawn
With watchful eyes I note the motion
As my black fades against a snowy dawn.
I play in black and my defence
Involves no castled king
White makes its move across the board
While I hear my black squares sing.
A bold little pawn steps forward to meet
The glance of a cold white knight
Its tiny mould flanked on one side
By a black bishop’s greater might.
The game is on, the battle engaging
A war of two powerful well-matched wits
Losses incurred on both sides ignored
As no pride dares to call it quits.
The black queen moves and strikes it strong
One after the other, the white pieces fall
Without face or mercy, her purpose fixed
Attack, defend, destroy and appal.
A defiant white king spared for the last
For victory to be relished after a worthy fight
My black queen eyes him with a steely stare
“Checkmate,” she exults, with her well-earned right.
End: 6:25 p.m.
Time: 6:04 p.m.
Starting my game waiting for white
To begin play with its silver pawn
With watchful eyes I note the motion
As my black fades against a snowy dawn.
I play in black and my defence
Involves no castled king
White makes its move across the board
While I hear my black squares sing.
A bold little pawn steps forward to meet
The glance of a cold white knight
Its tiny mould flanked on one side
By a black bishop’s greater might.
The game is on, the battle engaging
A war of two powerful well-matched wits
Losses incurred on both sides ignored
As no pride dares to call it quits.
The black queen moves and strikes it strong
One after the other, the white pieces fall
Without face or mercy, her purpose fixed
Attack, defend, destroy and appal.
A defiant white king spared for the last
For victory to be relished after a worthy fight
My black queen eyes him with a steely stare
“Checkmate,” she exults, with her well-earned right.
End: 6:25 p.m.
Decay
Date: 06.12.2007
Time: 12:08 p.m.
Those branches die painfully every year
Or are cut mercilessly by metal hands
Who is to say which is better?
There is pain on both occasions
Beautiful, glorious pain that sends a shiver of delight
Felt throughout those branches
Just before severance
And the silent numbness.
That necrosis sets in from within
Stemming from the desire to enjoy death
As much of it as life may allow
From decayed tendrils of thought and hope
The longing stays even after
The diseased limb is severed
For a moment nothing is felt
And then pain floods the senses.
Depletion of the soul continues
Frayed and slashed, the canvas forgets
The image it was to paint before the world
A heavy branch falls with a heavy thud
Taking with it living memories of old springtime
When it bore green leaves instead of dead mildew
And a trembling ant crept up to its very top
Wait, and watch how its world has stopped.
End: 12:20 p.m.
Time: 12:08 p.m.
Those branches die painfully every year
Or are cut mercilessly by metal hands
Who is to say which is better?
There is pain on both occasions
Beautiful, glorious pain that sends a shiver of delight
Felt throughout those branches
Just before severance
And the silent numbness.
That necrosis sets in from within
Stemming from the desire to enjoy death
As much of it as life may allow
From decayed tendrils of thought and hope
The longing stays even after
The diseased limb is severed
For a moment nothing is felt
And then pain floods the senses.
Depletion of the soul continues
Frayed and slashed, the canvas forgets
The image it was to paint before the world
A heavy branch falls with a heavy thud
Taking with it living memories of old springtime
When it bore green leaves instead of dead mildew
And a trembling ant crept up to its very top
Wait, and watch how its world has stopped.
End: 12:20 p.m.
Sunday, 2 December 2007
Winter
Date: 02.12.2007
Time: 11:32 a.m.
Winter sheds another tear
Unto the earth’s welcoming arms
The silence frozen till it is thawed
By sounds of approaching hooves
Bearing with them the message
Of another battle lost
And one being fought relentlessly
Against the might of one’s own arms.
Winter heaves another sigh
Drifting into the sullen mists
Smoky circles dance till they fade
Or are shattered by swift movement
Bringing with it more stories
Of destruction and blood lost
In a crimson haze
Against the might of one’s own arms.
Winter sings another dirge
For awaiting ears of dying trees
Fallen leaves hear it and know
That their time is past, and come to naught perhaps
Crushed beneath heavy footsteps
Feeling whispers of fading hope
Finally succumbing to the draught of despair
Against the might of one’s own arms.
End: 11:43 a.m.
Time: 11:32 a.m.
Winter sheds another tear
Unto the earth’s welcoming arms
The silence frozen till it is thawed
By sounds of approaching hooves
Bearing with them the message
Of another battle lost
And one being fought relentlessly
Against the might of one’s own arms.
Winter heaves another sigh
Drifting into the sullen mists
Smoky circles dance till they fade
Or are shattered by swift movement
Bringing with it more stories
Of destruction and blood lost
In a crimson haze
Against the might of one’s own arms.
Winter sings another dirge
For awaiting ears of dying trees
Fallen leaves hear it and know
That their time is past, and come to naught perhaps
Crushed beneath heavy footsteps
Feeling whispers of fading hope
Finally succumbing to the draught of despair
Against the might of one’s own arms.
End: 11:43 a.m.
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