19/05/2010

Beneath the grandfather eyes of the sun,
And the bearded chin of the clouds,
There is a world.

A world of geometric shapes and
Shelved dreams.
Everyday is an observation of the obscene,
Every night swollen with sins.
Upon that rock of the world,
Words dance on forked tongues,
And kisses drip from painted lips.
The news screams disaster,
An oil slick of chaos,
A corpse filled with malice,
A knife stab of sorrow.

Beneath the paper mache moon,
And the painted stripe of sky,
There is a world.

(Let me know what you think!)
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What I'd Never Let Him Read

I was a penny in a pocket
Shining bright
But lost amongst the shade
Unlighted, clouded shadows
Grotesque gloom
You brought me out
You illuminated my life
And filled my essence with
Vivid vitality.

But then love does that to you.

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