Sincerely, L. Cohen

Hush, Now

2010-05-08T07:04:00.001-07:00

Her eyes are like fire
& Diamonds in blue
Between the lobby and the hotel room

Better the Queen

2010-05-08T07:00:00.000-07:00

It ticks,
And it flits from the back of the mind,
The twitch that tells all, this time
The message was heard
Loud & clear
It sounds, the bell
Cheers a merry, gold doom
Breaking each second with doubt
& soon, the light will out
Or the sun will rise
The fight to see which comes first
Determined by pride
It's the waiting - the pleasure
No, it's the torture that lies in waiting
For the Sirens' call again,
Not the Muse, but then
She never was much of a wife
Better the Queen of the Sea
Or King of My Life
Better the Queen of the Sea
Than thunder drowned in being my wife

Yet We Hide Indoors

2010-05-08T06:55:00.000-07:00

If it is pouring holy-well filled sky,
Tilt to the grey,
Open, gaping mouth-wide
Swallow the Heavens,
Dig up your lungs, bury them alive
to worship the sun

From neck to breast
Breast to tip
Fingers to sockets, femurs to ribs
Feel the porous marrow groan,
Inflated with all the offerings cold,
Prey for rain, and snow, and hail,
Worship the sun
And memories gold

Last Time, it Felt Like Home

2010-05-08T06:43:00.000-07:00

Hours have passed through parallel,
Flashing regret
Well, I didn't close my eyes once while you slept
Nor should I have
Those waking moments kept alive
Only while the light is fleeting
And you, sleeping
Without a single breath against the nape of my
neck

Does life lead by obsession grow wasted?
Or does the silent storm hastily bury open trap-doors?
Not slammed shut, but filled up of disgraces
The handles, too hot to unearth what
Was trapped beneath
Intangible possibility
Hours of spoken thought - I feasted
Became a mind in clarity - a jumble now
Of tangled shoe-laces
And faithless
Doubtful of others' intentions
All seeming so bleak and baseless
The moments kept, and keep still
A fist firm fury
Frozen around the pumping chest-spaces
Spaces where organs once drummed a life-strong beat
Spaces where your clothes strewn briefly in heat
How thoughtless I am to waste such moments
Indulgence in theoretical romance
How graceless to wish you to me
Like the sun to to the plum
Or leaves of a plant
Impatient to know a future that will not unfold
Good gracious

December's Whore

2008-04-30T13:17:00.000-07:00

Today's winter sun is a brazen whore,

Taunting hungry, unloved skin, with her burnt sanguine glow

She's the look about her, that she might offer you more

As her distant gaze of longing grows

Aching at the very bones for radiant days

The skies roar with her fervoured fury but

December's sun is a wretched tease

She offers no warmth within her rages,

While she waltzes rubicundity

Leaves starve from her lacking,

Leaning, and giving from their veins

From December's whore find themselves blackened

Above lurid city outlines, lays herself to rest

Every footstep buries her wake's destruction

Sucking up the smoking bellows,

To turn their waste,

To tormented pleas of comfort

Useful only in torture, and madness,

All enraged souls that have been bought,

Bleating with open beaks,

To a mother's guilt of young's starvation

Who might watch their feathers loosen

Become quiet, resigned,

Meek

December's whore, is my maddening mistress

Distressing the heart with slow beats of calm,

She dances her rapture and beauty before me,

But she offers no warmth in her arms

In her embrace

She offers nothing

O, Cryer of Restless Passion!

2008-01-11T09:59:00.000-08:00

On the hill where I was born, towers a cross of molten pleasure. From the well of such abandon, measured souls of discontent against the very same pretence, to form a circle; a hole. An onslaught of insight into raging underworlds, where black is right and rich is more; the pox, lays not upon the skin of the pore, but sewn in seedless batches of infertility – amongst those, who in the ancient wake of Sodom’s prerogative, not only closed their eyes and chose to ignore, but showed no bounds to their metrical attraction. An empire was built back then, on this social interaction based on coins, on sex – on all things we now choose to possess – and possessed, we are. By the spectres that might own our bodies. By the buildings tall, that might own our hearts. By eternal gluttony, for which there is no beneficiary, yet a myriad of descendants, growing vastly rotund for the throat spilling-passion of grotesque, barren consumption.
Let the skies fade, for now, let the clouds brighten days without regret of rain – until the acid comes pouring and pouring again. Until emaciated crows scream delight at the carcass, at the very bones of humanity we consider to be left without homes. Let the eagles pick, for now. They live in hope that quiet pray will come resigned, someday, to lay their Promethean bodies down along the rocks and beg, beg, beg for the beaks of starvation to swallow their life’s dissatisfaction.
Are we dissatisfied with the night that calls our names? Twinkling like pyres from one thousand miles reach, to where the smell of fuelled flesh can break the eyes of steeled minds, and rope-like arms. Are we dissatisfied with a life without harm? The clouds have laid to the heavens their furious, threats of fervour. They have called without pity, clemency, forgiveness. They have called, and they have spoken my name for their sacrifice. To the hammer, I must walk. To the gallows, must I smile?
To the hammer, I must run.

Lexical Displacement

2007-12-19T17:14:00.000-08:00

Do you remember a time
When we drew breath
Like swords with dull edges,
And pallid reflections?
The many faces of God, as we turn to stone
Whispered obscenity along
Weathered cracks?
Do you remember
The cozen winds,
Snapping trenchant icicles,
As we kissed among the bluster?
The bloom,
The constant threat of rain
That might drench and drown?
Do you remember the dancing
In circles,
Parting of palms, executing frenzy
With impalpable serenity,
Dressing for sanity,
Pulled vastly from the tracks?
Do you remember?

What Is Encoded

2007-12-18T03:36:00.000-08:00

Prowess or virility?
To thousands upon thousands of years
Recorded history,
To the earliest stumblings of humankind's most
Awkward fumblings,
Are next placed, shinier, more radiant objects
A soft palm, and fruits that by their conception
Are untasted to those within frustration
Fail in definition
A shapeshifting election - unfair game,
Not a sport of equals, but species apart
In truth, the utterly unsame -
The 'other kind'
From domestic safety, torn, all unchallenged
Knights, who have failed, until now, in gallantry
To lance and spear the cumbersome,
Malleable in construction - from warm bread
And nucleaic notions of nubility or bloodline,
Unfathomable reaches into the depth of what,
Or who,
Is encoded

Live from New York...

2007-12-08T08:04:00.000-08:00

The smiles formed in lines, with a quiet
Smirking sort of joy
I see you back then, flame-hearted
Fiery laughter
Pouring at my nails,
Ebony tufts, breaths
Like silent reigns
Running to Satan with your shoes in the mud
Petticoats drowned in lace
Harpsichord born, and aching with blood
Tearing aside the bows, dental pleasures
Growing like marshmallows
In hands that slide into petals
Almost-sunshine in our bedspread fort
Almost marbles with heart-strings taut
My fumbling storyteller,
Tell me again?
A smile;
Formed in lines of quiet joy

Blackmarks in the Doorshapes

2007-11-09T09:12:00.000-08:00

We reside, like doormice,
In a silent era
With just a mime to denote dropping bombs
Like beautiful missiles,
With Roman smiles
Bloody hands scrubbed to death with peroxide
We reside like mutemen in a golden age
Tripping over our own meek voices
Until the silence begins to creep, and grow
Seeds in to roots, in to trees, we sew
Seeds of passionate, vermillion hatred
Futile with rage, wild,
Untasted
Spitting out everything we know,
Cooking it up
Splashing it down,
Whisking it 'round
Until the dark comes creeping about
Catburglers and perverts alike
In to bed at night, slither and slide
Filling up that stale, bored mind with thoughts of
My pedestrian life...
I push it down
And I push it down
And I push it down
Until the pain subsides and tthe guilt is drowned

Dear Misfortune

2007-10-29T05:33:00.000-07:00

By nature's cruel design, I reflect
and lament at shadows unform
Lines that do not break, veins
Not protruding
Muscles, not boiling, nor to the surface rising
Venom, and fuel, not swarming
No evidence of life left in a machine
of insignificant evolutionary consequence
Along broad shoulders vent
A weakness that,
From the size of it, one could not predict
Nor to the futile retreating suburban objections
Could an ear be lent
But the machine at the pinnacle
At the top of it's design, in class
Through history, will moments pass unnoticed
Unreplicated, through chance
Of nurture's cruel design

Sticky Fingers

2007-10-17T09:17:00.000-07:00

Gorged,
'til it's fit to explode
A life in excess, by Roman demands
There's fruit spilling out of the mouth that foams
Lust, Greed
Now the belly moans
'I'm barely alive!'
So we stuff it some more
The hole in my life
That I choose
To ignore
....sticky fingers
Lust, Greed
Won't stop until it splits at the seams
Consumed by consumption,
Beyond the body's means
And I look in the mirror at what's
Caking those lips
Evidence of a crime never brought to justice
'Til I'm sick of myself - until it hurts so much
I get what I deserve, desserts, and such
Like the bloated slug, plump and swollen
Hanging tongue like the overfed sow
Or the bovine
Lust, Greed
Like a sickly leach, alluding to the phallus
Enraged
It rages
Like the cold wind, sighs
My stomach amassed,
Yet there's nothing inside
LUST
GREED

Versus

2007-09-18T04:04:00.000-07:00

Nothing is forever, least of all the light in the sky
The softly crumbling ground
As we drag the wet earth with our knees
The exterior has weathered now, the undercoat showing vastly
All the cracks in the plaster that we whitewashed over
And forgot about
Least of all, the terror of never being
Was worth deceit, perhaps
We're 'going Hollywood' for the sunshine
Going to the circus for the crowds
Look at us, a semblence of truth
A truth that will never resound
This is bitterness, from the broken toothed and empty hearted
This is split from the gut with shards of stolen memory
But they think we're in love, that's all that counts
The bravado that no one thinks about
This is bitterness
Tidal memories, black and white with envy
Green and red with safety
Black and blue with rage, and guilt, and shame
There's an utter, pure shame trolling my life
Patrolling impending happiness
The shame of red wine and candlelight,
Romance of sorts
That's what I thought, when I read to you aloud
Stuttering over my food
Appeasing the chortle that came with dessert
Now that memory is thickly coated, like cream, and chocolate and tarr,
With hurt
So I'll never say forever
As nothing is forever, least of all the sun
Least of all the softly tumbling leaves
Least of all the life and light in your eyes
Least of all, the memory of us
The all consuming hate
Versus
The all consuming love

Undoing Atrocity

2007-07-30T12:43:00.000-07:00

How can you live with the things that you’ve done?
How do you greet the day now the precious star is spent?
Denied birth of a rising sun.
She emitted rays – she could have shone hope, lit up the dark places we keep inside;
That which the pain only serves to highlight.
Is it in me too?
This feral abomination!
Do iron jaws crush and clamp?
Incisors glistening, crazed by the scent.
Now a thousand pummelling knives, and a thousand accusing eyes ravage her insides – and what for?
For primeval force? Base instincts obeyed at expense of human laws.
Controlled by savagery, the animalistic mentality –
As one we are accountable, as one we are vulnerable –
But in packs we roam the dirt like dogs,
Shoulder to shoulder, invincible.
How can you live with the things that you’ve done?
By questionable means obtain respect,
Through fear extract obedience, only to show not one ounce of regret –
Not one drop of humility. But it’s not paint on your hands – this is real.
It’s in you – and you granted its demands – is it in me too?
This ruthless aspect of being,
Answering the pleas from the belly below of ethnocentric fallacy? No!
Answer to humanity, answer to the human cries.
For supremacy, children beheaded, for poorly produced lies.
All lies – those lives tortured beyond vile dimensions so your DNA survives.
You chose to relinquish control, but your choices now make no odds,
The damage is done to damaged goods.
How can you undo atrocity?
This is the day benevolence dies.
Remember Rwanda
Remember
How we did nothing.

Exhumed

2007-01-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

This body belongs in sub-human lands,
Deep inside my house of serpents
Where museums of filth archive our expanding desires
Indexing deviance with a smile and a frown,
All laden upon one fleshless face - once bone, now hardened chunks of paint

This cave - this endless canyon of echoed needs,
Need not be fulfilled in this lifetime,
All at once become reality, in a fleeting heartbeat
For one God-awful second,
One vile moment,
Come, the wild horses! Come, the headless, and now unmasked!
Come, decapitate these brutal musings - tear them from me,
Like a dead child from my useless womb,
Or kindness from this empty heart

True venom lies, behind stonebrown eyes,
Made whole from passing mention,
Given life to this sordid creation, that I no longer commit,
No longer control these ugly, audacious passions
Let the storm be calm, for it has ravaged my inside
And nought is left to be seen inside, but exhumed humanity,
With all emotion spent,
This body belongs deep underground,
Inside my house of serpents

You Lit the Flame

2007-01-22T08:52:00.000-08:00

You are a hero to many
Going unrecognised by the idiot few
Passed over for glamorous abominations
With despicable imaginations
And a failure to ground those angelic eyes
Into desperate reality

Can it disappear?
Dissipate between these wretched hands?
Imagine the bitter grains of quicksand,
Sucked in by torment and buried beneath trauma
Of an everyday life I made,
And no longer desire

Imagine forgetting what has made you,
When this endless night
wakes you,
Shakes these pale bones and weak skin
And only a fatalistic apparition of unparalleled inspiration
Remains,
A sardonic smile and unconvinced
All-knowing stare,
Stirs a deep guilt and regret,
All this failed disciple needs
Is word of your existence
To keep on burning

You lit the flame,
And I keep on burn, burn, burning

~ For Jude Brigley.

Notes on an Old Hack

2007-01-21T10:55:00.000-08:00

Of fate, and faith and whimsy
Notes on a passing day,
That dawn of fleeting passion
Those early scribes of scripture,
Became artisan,
With widened hearts,
Leather-edged,
From being beaten, and beaten
By laughter,
"What will words become you?
Will they see you through the long?"
The never ending daybreak,
But they sang of cuckoo song,
And maiden passage - these early scribes
Romance was not of fashion,
Statements of plain,
Browbeaten by that land of old
Of storms, and God, and all things
Proven,
Asphyxiated by obligation
To stretch into the daybreak,
Of ochre and mauve and chartreuse
And teal,
Those notes,
Predicted vastly

This Boy is More than Just Machine

2007-01-21T10:12:00.000-08:00

Twelve points glare
with bewildered terror
Across a box-room
Packed up with jumble and memoir
And other clocks,
That come alive at
The strike of five
And watch with falsetto commentaries,
Tears along their faces
Black and white films, degraded
Base content
Quite animalistic - for a mechanic.

These cogs don't turn
Without a push
With a fire behind to drive
The possibility
Sends a shiver, like a wave
A tsunami of treason
Or some glorious mutiny,
Like the guilletine,
Vile inventions
with Vile intentions

There's that smell again,
Brown woods, oaks and mahoganies
Tin and iron,
That taste,
That dispicable taste
If these cogs don't fit,
And never again, does that face stream
Tick-tock, brother
Nor party without sight
Away from human prying eyes
And imbecilic ears
If his face should freeze
His numbers fade
We'll stand and stare, in twelve hour straits
This sodden mess,
These humble cogs
Will tell us the truth
At least twice a day

Rubies

2007-01-20T05:18:00.000-08:00

A contract was drawn then, in the most elusive terms possible, and we parted in the early hours of the morning. We still hadn’t kissed. It didn’t feel rank or sleazy just yet. Oh you will never know the cosmic pleasures I retain from playing the martyr, the modest and the totally self-sacrificing.

Once at home, I collapsed in to bed immediately, delicately pulling the covers over me so not to disturb my sleeping companion. She found herself disturbed nonetheless. Still, she put her arms around me and said nothing.

I Almost Blogged This!

2007-01-20T05:15:00.000-08:00

...No wait....I just did...

Blog this!
Read the bellows from a billion different pixels
As if I need a slogan to
Encourage my convictions
As if this corporation
Owns the rights to my creations-
Almost

Who of you retain the right
To stand and claim a patent?
Pull back your palm and and hold it firm
In the face of your own talent?-
Almost

What happened to the ink that violently
Puppeteered my passions?
Screamed across the wanton pages
Confessing those dispicable actions?
Burning a fist
To solicit
The dreamscapes that demand me
Blog this! I'm told
As if this hold
Will never again command me

There's flesh a-raw
Ripped in this throat
From crying tears of venom
Spitting hate across the script
Pretending blame had ended
Blog this! I hear,
My swallowed fears, rise to the occasion,
I've found this place,
And in my haste,
Recorded my satisfaction -
Almost

The 99th Apology

2007-01-14T08:12:00.000-08:00

Air,
Is empty weight behind a gunpoint resolution,
To allocate blame at all requires no solution
Matters shrouded in deep regret will never be my choice
I will never find my own truth upon someone else's cross
Nor ever achieve enlightenmentPraying to someone else's God
A life lived by false demands is no life that I want
So gravely I turn from lies I've told,
From self defying turmoil
Embrace from now sickening acts of satisfied perversion
Close your ears from bellowed cheers emmanating from within
The fireworks shriek, and tear the skies
For my next and greatest sin
If I appear rejected...and if I may survive your wrath
If I am no longer your kin, because I chose a different path
While it's bile and sadness that consumes me, this
Vitriolic passion,
At least I can say 'my choice alone lead this path to my attraction'
Those deep bells will toll no longer within my cowardly heart,
I avoided full disclosure, and it tore my family apart
No more will I be found kneeling to violet cloths and cloaks
Demise is not a celebration, nor scent hidden by smoke
Let this be my incantation, let me summon the seas
At least I'll know when these lungs collapse that I made this choice for
me
I will never find my own truth nailed upon my grandfather's cross
Nor ever live a full, happy life, obeying a righteous path
The past may have shaped my faith, or what I once had called
If faith was my supposed saviour, then why did I wish to die alone?
To die so fast, and free at last the tragedy of human weakness
March along the pearly path with a holster and a harness,
Partake of my body throughout my breathing life, so damn me for my sick
nature
Eternity too minute, to erase my lack of faith in scripture
I will never find my own truth upon someone else's cross
Nor embrace disbelief for a life I may have lost
Nor ever possess a happy heart preying to someone else's God
I'm sorry Father, but I'll never live
As somebody I'm not

2003

2007-01-12T05:04:00.000-08:00

This is my youth. Thoughts that I had hidden...and now readdress years later with a cool head and a healed heart.

Who Are You Now?
Once, I thought I knew you
Before the words were lost to me;
The same words that swirl endlessly in this electrical storm that resides in my head
It used to be easy to remember
The way you do when you're a child
A scraped knee - a faked cry
A poisoned leaf hidden amongst the lettuce
Praying that the salad gets eaten along with the rest of the dinner

I would have placed a ring on your finger
And staked my claim on you
That I could decompose entwined in your body
That I could disassemble on the floor
And place the pieces in a box, locked in your heart

Not so long ago, I could tell stories
You'd call them lies
But the spellbinding storyteller held you rapt
Bound some imaginary ropes
Thicker than blood, thinner than water
Dreams of making love on the seafront-
Oh I held you rapt, my love

And now, all we can do is cry
Me, pitifully in your arms
You, the dragon monster I paint for all the world to see - alone, truly alone
How wrong it is for this to be destroyed, snatched from my hands
How utterly wasteful, hateful
For you to spill ugly paint across our beautiful canvas
And spatter it continously until all vision is blurred,

Who are you now, my love?
I can't even see you

Cuckold, the Cellist
I give my soul away,
Just for kicks
Give my heart to you to get it fixed
So when i get it back
I'll feel better
And when you think of me
You'll think of her

I want to feel my face pressed
In the snow
I want to feel those wheels
Crush my nose
So when I taste the blood dripped
From my lips
I can feel your hands
Pressed to my hips

The cellist
Her hands are bowed
And her fingers are
Part bone
She stamps on me, she
Breaks my nose
Crush my fingers until they're
Part bone

Cuckold, the Cellist
You left me in peace

Let my finger trace
A pattern down
Along your face
And to your hands
I'll give my heart to you
I don't want it back
So keep it untainted
It's got to last

The Safest Place I Ever Knew
Would you welcome back the warrior who'd fled from all the cries?
Tender wounds and open sores placed before your very eyes?
No spear I hold, no, weaponary
No,Just peace of mind - to be homeI
n the safest place I ever knew

What did the time do to that face?
Did sand crawl across the mirror
and slide bug-like in to the earth?
Did you absorb atrocity...timidity...
Did you devour the pain?
Now, the early night comes
Along draw thought's tears, venomous streaks
Across black eyes, along my brown lips
And I sit
And I wait
And I sit
and I wait
Patiently by my desk
Begging, creeping, screaming mouthless oaths for inspiration

Did you house the imbecile?
Shelter the philistine?
Mask the infidel?
Upon my return
Do you unmask what has gone in my place?
Hands down,
Face
My mouth as I speak,
Words that I squeak

Home now,
Its been far too long
Something evil's lurking
But God praise
I'm home

Exeunt, my Love
Wrapped to eachother,
So solidly twined,
I am the the silence that promises life
Here is the stable,
Dead is the dove,
And long came the icicles,
Drawn toward love

What were you looking for?
One eye blind of night,
I am the shadow that promises light
I am the winter,
Bloom just as sweet
Now I am the one who is left incomplete by your
Searing absense
You
Stew on your throne,
I'll hand you the keys and we'll make ourselves known
Shout to the minions
Scuttle along
I am the one who is made complete by your...

You met your maker,
Ennervated pride
Do you need a queen you can strap to your side?
A pocket insanity - to keep ourselves sane
I am the one who will take all the blame
I am the silenceI am the shadow
I am the one who will take it all in shame, your
Searing absense
You
Stew on your throne,
I'll hand you the keys and we'll make ourselves known
We'll lie to eachother
Scuttle along
I am the one who is made complete by your...

Untitled
You'll broil in your idiocy
And nitpicking fantasy
Steal the flesh from eachothers bones;
Bring a head on a plate...and will you be held in greater esteem?
The loathing you experience when the brilliance shines
A reflection to serve a purpose
Which only highlights the dark pieces inside
There's something opaque
Something blocking the light
A great wall of slyness, deceit
Self aggrandization and rat racing
Who will hit the ground first?
You'll broil in your idiocy
Reduce Eden to emptiness;
And then the shame,
Comes thick and fast,
Snapattack, straight to your heart
Are you ashamed?
You'll broil in your idiocy
And I'll be glad

00:35 She Is
She is every muse
Every muscle
Each inch of flesh strewn across cosmic battlegrounds
She is fibre,
And she is matter
Twisting in pain and writhing in ecstacy
But that doesn't matter
At all

She is slipstream
Physics,
Melancholy rollercoasters, pushing through the gate
Sliding in and out of
Time,
Passing through the centuries with nothing to care

She is losing conscience
Her jaws are clamped in static perfection
Over and
Over

She has hands to wipe the tears
Minds of plenty, a plate of fruitful laughter
Ropes, bound
Hearts,Drowned
Poisoned with ethereal beauty,
Arrows
Bone marrow, solid gold
And intergalactic energy,
Unquenchable, insatiable chemistry

This is what we are
This is how we love eachother

Unquenchable,
Insatiable,
Exotic
Chemistry

Distractions....distractions

2007-01-08T06:34:00.000-08:00

Make rain with me upon the surface
In the sunlight
And in the moonshine
Take bitter sweetbreads in your mouth
And taste the cataclysmic chasm of serenity
Be calm between my fingers
At the place where knuckles meet
Swirl endlessly down the human drain;
Cling with burnt hands to the inside
Or scrape with hellish talons, if you so wish
Find health and light with me under the salt lake,
Or make yourself an edged rock
With which to pummel me down
The day you choose to beat me,
Will be the day I wake with a smile -
Not a frown.

Changes in DNA Structure

2007-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00

Once, when days were calmer

And mud ran freely across sunnier plains

Where all I needed was lazy thoughts

To block out the many guilts and shames

Introspect was easy then;

To rattle in to woes of unimportance

Repeat and repeat the words without meaning

Take in to myself what I wished, without conscience

The world seems miniscule, never ending now,

Less hells are raised by the waking day

And waking today was not such a chore

It didn't draw agonies, or crush, or bore

No longer does mysticism draw me to its breast

Nor sadly inspire, for things I could not possess

If the world is at my feet

What's left to worship?

What's left?

Various attempts to remain human

2005-11-04T10:39:00.000-08:00

Warning: Brief ****** Content
Mr Agony - what did you know?
That you couldn't tell me the secrets
To keep my heart beating, not thudding
Or fleeting
And keep my composure, my calm and collection
Let me gather my thoughts at a disection
Table, shared between five seats
Sister scent and sister sight,
Mr Wrong, and Mr Right
(They're always right)
Wrestled Aural pleasures, and rolled them around
And all the while, had their eyes turned
Oh!Imagine the shock once they had learned
Taken into myself - Temptress Touch
Temptress...taste
Had they the key to my secret?
They'll never learn the simple
Allure of haste

Mr Agony - I dare you,
Deny me these things
The wrath of an organ empowered
Beyond the wings of freedom
Decompose the being inside me,
Unravel the mistress
Whose eyes that bind me
And touch my chest,
A sensation so pure there are
No words to confess
For I am a voyeur, to watch is to give
Comfort and gratification,
The very moment of thought and conception
This is how we live

Mr Agony - my mind is collected once more
You have no such place
In a heart so demure
So bashful and coy,
I must give them names
Mr Agony, Mr Gratitude
Ms. Temptation,
Mr Pain

My Calamity
Hello, My Calamity
It was my consideration that you had ceased existence

And above all,
The gains, the lost
My Calamity stood tall

Is it understood
That simple reverence held you
Atop the tallest building,
Looking down at what once was self control?
With palms taut to the sky,
And stomach bare
My Calamity stood tall

I strapped you to the wicker chair
Stomped out all that was untamed,
The leather creaks, the plaster cracks,
The gifts laying spoiling on the mantelpiece- still wrapped,
Pretty bows, that threaten all,
And to the last,
My Calamity stood tall

The ones that have been
Tried to teach me grace
And ambiguity,
So that they gasp ‘Who is that girl?’
And point their fingers at me,
Not to bumble, or bask,
To feel the warmth rip off my skin,
Enshrouded by the raw,
Above all that is ladylike,
My Calamity stands tall

Post #3

2005-04-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

Hallelujah, I'm cured.
The Holy Hour has completed its circle once more
And I am cleansed.
Or something.

Today is moving day for me, bits of my life are falling off shelves I haven't tidied in five years.

A Chilling Desire to Please

The whirlwind crashed my slumber - she looked like a ghost in the window, as she screamed, her throat tore;
"They've gone," she cried, "My babies...my boys!"
And she rapped the glass until it shattered.

Inside her head became a landslide, her fingers, her nails ripped at the walls, and I became frozen - too frozen to pick up the phone and call for help. No senses were at hand - vocal chords, statuette, spinning cruelly on a wooden base, echoing her cries.

It felt like murder - I could see it in her eyes while she clung to me. Strangely, I couldn't remain her solace. I was possessed to invade, to collapse my brain and bring them home to her - those lost brothers - those boys.

Unimaginable strength is born from silence, wrenched from burning pains in the pit of the heart. I forgot that i called them 'Sweetness', looked on them as mine - but they were not mine - their fingers, their eyes - they belonged to her. What is borrowed remains unowned. A borrowed bond.

Could they have once been so small tthat i had cradled them until the wails subsided? Yesterday....yesterday. And today, I wake the soliders, the marching warriors, to find them..to trek and trail and bring them home to her - she would not be without them. Her babies.
Her boys.

Post #2

2005-04-23T18:00:00.000-07:00

And anyway, I still edit my texts a year later, I no longer write articles because I've no one to inform anymore, and I don't like anything at all. Anything. Let me see those game faces.

All of You Against Me

We'll hide together, and live like thorns
A chorus of tuneless tears, tucked beneath the shallow trauma
Wasting in the haystack - fucking in the backroom
Digging out my own tomb
and gown
Your fingernails, act shrouded desire,
Starved inside my own womb

When the blackout comes, and oh,
She comes,
And goes
as she pleases,
And leaves
as she pleases
And takes all of me, in her hands,
Prickled pines and trickled sands,
A worthless clasp of irony
To trace a pattern down inside me

Play host;
Dripping through the daybreak
Drag me up from the storm
The houses have fallen,
Faces, worn
But we'll give it our all
And all of you, against me
The cider press,
Buttons, undressed
All of you
Up against me

Post #1:

2005-04-23T17:42:00.000-07:00

Aggro. Its a killer.

Blanks

You don't make much sense
When I listen,
Hence I no longer listen at all.

Just built blockades
Hardened layer upon layer of tissue around your
Face...eyes...nose...
There's a structureless mass in place of your
Face...eyes...nose
There are lips moving like the clamping pistons of a cavern
There are mouths silent, distraught
There are words that draw blanks,
Because they are made without thought.

Gouged pretty rhymes, petty;
Sublime with unreason
Somethings gnawing...gnashing
Something is chewing our tender laughter
Tentative repetition
Hence I no longer listen at all
Hence I no longer listen at all
Hence I no longer listen at all