(23.04.98)
Fleeing the unseen;
Passing by the fallen,
Never looking back,
Running blindly forth;
Until captured.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
THE FLOW
(24.03.98)
They don't flow
As regularly, any more;
Now, they're erratic,
As and when
When?
Who knows.
There is so much happening
All
The time,
But it's nice.
Sit and wait,
Wait
For the next flow,
As the flow will continue;
There is no stopping it,
Just moments
(Sometimes long moments)
That interrupt the flow;
Nice moments though,
(Sometimes nice long moments)
(Sometimes long nice moments)
Wait
Until
Then.
They don't flow
As regularly, any more;
Now, they're erratic,
As and when
When?
Who knows.
There is so much happening
All
The time,
But it's nice.
Sit and wait,
Wait
For the next flow,
As the flow will continue;
There is no stopping it,
Just moments
(Sometimes long moments)
That interrupt the flow;
Nice moments though,
(Sometimes nice long moments)
(Sometimes long nice moments)
Wait
Until
Then.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
WAR
(12.03.96)
As the snowdrops fell,
The bodies also fell;
Shot down by the unrelenting sniper fire
Buildings reduced to rubble all around
Bombs falling,
Bodies falling;
War has reared its ugly head again
Will they ever learn it never changes?
Winter is here, and everyone can feel it,
As they huddle underground;
The ground shakes
And dust falls off the ceiling
Missiles flying,
Children crying;
Up in the hills the enemy is resting
Preparing for the big push for victory.
Tomorrow becomes today
And the war rages on
... ... and on
... ... ... ... ... and on.
As the snowdrops fell,
The bodies also fell;
Shot down by the unrelenting sniper fire
Buildings reduced to rubble all around
Bombs falling,
Bodies falling;
War has reared its ugly head again
Will they ever learn it never changes?
Winter is here, and everyone can feel it,
As they huddle underground;
The ground shakes
And dust falls off the ceiling
Missiles flying,
Children crying;
Up in the hills the enemy is resting
Preparing for the big push for victory.
Tomorrow becomes today
And the war rages on
... ... and on
... ... ... ... ... and on.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
BARNEY
(24.02.98)
Barney,
He was a dickhead
And
Nobody liked him
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He wasn't hated
They
Just didn't like him
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He tried his best
But
People didn't notice
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He killed himself
And
No one cared
Why?
Because he looked weird.
Barney,
He was a dickhead
And
Nobody liked him
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He wasn't hated
They
Just didn't like him
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He tried his best
But
People didn't notice
Why?
Because he looked weird;
Barney,
He killed himself
And
No one cared
Why?
Because he looked weird.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
CONFESSION
(19.09.95)
The priest walked along the deserted sidewalk, quietly humming to himself as he reflected on the confession a woman had just told him about in great detail. The more he thought about it, the more he wished he hadn't been on duty during the morning. Too late now though, he'd heard all about her depraved exploits. Those poor poor kids, their eyes showing intense distress as they were sexually abused, before being dismembered limb by limb, bit by bit. What a world we live in, he thought to himself, what a world. Father Jacob paused for a moment, then continued; the voice, he was sure he recognised the woman’s thinly disguised voice, but he couldn't quite narrow it down and put a face to it. Thirty seven children between the ages of four and fourteen, wiped off the face of this Earth, their empty shells dumped or pieces kept in freezers in the basement of a local home. Her voice. She said she didn't regret it, she just needed to tell somebody. Who was she?
When he reached his home, he lit a cigarette and sat on the steps thinking over those words he'd heard earlier, finding it amazing how someone could be so twisted to carry out such horrific atrocities. Stubbing out his cigarette, Father Jacob decided he needed a stiff drink, so he rose and entered his home.
Sitting at the far end of the room was a person, sitting facing towards him. As he drew closer he noticed it was a woman, and he uttered a gasp of surprise as he noticed that sitting before him was his sister, whom he had never seen or heard from for over twenty years.
He made some drinks and caught up on the old times. But every time she spoke, her voice seemed uncannily familiar. No, it couldn't be; he decided it was just a coincidence.
However, as the night grew on, she became more drunk, and subsequently more forthright. He was ready to retire for the night, when he asked what she was actually doing in town after all these years, to which she answered; "I thought I'd come and see my brother and tell him what I'd been up to recently!" He encouraged her to continue, but she said that she'd already confessed.
The priest walked along the deserted sidewalk, quietly humming to himself as he reflected on the confession a woman had just told him about in great detail. The more he thought about it, the more he wished he hadn't been on duty during the morning. Too late now though, he'd heard all about her depraved exploits. Those poor poor kids, their eyes showing intense distress as they were sexually abused, before being dismembered limb by limb, bit by bit. What a world we live in, he thought to himself, what a world. Father Jacob paused for a moment, then continued; the voice, he was sure he recognised the woman’s thinly disguised voice, but he couldn't quite narrow it down and put a face to it. Thirty seven children between the ages of four and fourteen, wiped off the face of this Earth, their empty shells dumped or pieces kept in freezers in the basement of a local home. Her voice. She said she didn't regret it, she just needed to tell somebody. Who was she?
When he reached his home, he lit a cigarette and sat on the steps thinking over those words he'd heard earlier, finding it amazing how someone could be so twisted to carry out such horrific atrocities. Stubbing out his cigarette, Father Jacob decided he needed a stiff drink, so he rose and entered his home.
Sitting at the far end of the room was a person, sitting facing towards him. As he drew closer he noticed it was a woman, and he uttered a gasp of surprise as he noticed that sitting before him was his sister, whom he had never seen or heard from for over twenty years.
He made some drinks and caught up on the old times. But every time she spoke, her voice seemed uncannily familiar. No, it couldn't be; he decided it was just a coincidence.
However, as the night grew on, she became more drunk, and subsequently more forthright. He was ready to retire for the night, when he asked what she was actually doing in town after all these years, to which she answered; "I thought I'd come and see my brother and tell him what I'd been up to recently!" He encouraged her to continue, but she said that she'd already confessed.
APPLE STORM
(19.09.95)
Slipping, falling, dropping
From my grasp
The apple spills
Jeremy shouts to the customers
Heat everywhere
Getting misty
Getting hazy
Where are all the seats?
The floor collapses
The apple spills
Everywhere there are screams
People are dropping like flies
What is happening?
The ground is covered in apples
From the sky
They keep on falling
Never has this happened before
Why is it happening?
Apples fucking apples.
Slipping, falling, dropping
From my grasp
The apple spills
Jeremy shouts to the customers
Heat everywhere
Getting misty
Getting hazy
Where are all the seats?
The floor collapses
The apple spills
Everywhere there are screams
People are dropping like flies
What is happening?
The ground is covered in apples
From the sky
They keep on falling
Never has this happened before
Why is it happening?
Apples fucking apples.
Monday, October 10, 2005
BILE
(02.08.97)
Ripped up
Thrust forth
Ejected from within;
To cover whatever may lie,
In it's path.
Smell astounds,
Sight appals;
And the taste
Is just fucking awful.
Ripped up
Thrust forth
Ejected from within;
To cover whatever may lie,
In it's path.
Smell astounds,
Sight appals;
And the taste
Is just fucking awful.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
CHURN
(14.06.98)
Churn !
Churn, churn, churn!
That's all I did
every fucking day
of every fucking week.
Why?
Why wouldn't they let me do anything else?
I have abilities!
I can do better than churn!
Churn !
Churn, churn, churn!
That's all I did
every fucking day
of every fucking week.
Why?
Why wouldn't they let me do anything else?
I have abilities!
I can do better than churn!
Saturday, October 08, 2005
JIM
(06.11.98)
He was eventually caught,
But it wasn't his fault;
He was only executing what he'd been taught.
For his crimes, he was shot
Straight through the head,
At night, in a disused car lot.
His life was taken away from him;
As a result
Of being named Jim.
He was eventually caught,
But it wasn't his fault;
He was only executing what he'd been taught.
For his crimes, he was shot
Straight through the head,
At night, in a disused car lot.
His life was taken away from him;
As a result
Of being named Jim.
DECIDEDLY DODGY
(25.03.97)
Brandishing a long knife
She lunged at me
Thrusting forward
Severing my flesh.
I screamed
As blood poured from my wound
Staining the carpet
Forming a pool.
Yet she did not relent
Again and again
Plunging forth
Puncturing my organs.
Collapsed in a heap
Struggling for breath
As blankness arrives
With the comfort of death.
Brandishing a long knife
She lunged at me
Thrusting forward
Severing my flesh.
I screamed
As blood poured from my wound
Staining the carpet
Forming a pool.
Yet she did not relent
Again and again
Plunging forth
Puncturing my organs.
Collapsed in a heap
Struggling for breath
As blankness arrives
With the comfort of death.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
