The endlessly immaculate surface
Pressed soullessly against my parted lips
A sole glass cage
No brick or boulder to break
The mockingly idyllic visions
Of snow lined sunsets
And silent lives
In brief periods of psychosis
I attempted to adverse the
Overwhelming
Nothingness of the material
With angry marker stripes
Blotched black letters
Pulsing through the panorama
Unfathomable
This picture in which
My madness lines the meadows
The landscapes of my past
Where I stood in the sunlight
Participating
Instead of dwelling in its shadow
With every day that passes
I grow more aware
An alien phenomenon
Where
North of was
And south of seems
A stranger city
Smokes its dreams
Of skies and blue
And wives in white
Who cry their smiles
And sleep at night
East of death
And west of life
The pearly skin
A shiny knife
Breath of lies
Wives in white
A stranger city
Dead of night
read please.
The swifts.
No! with ease!
Feel the beat
Of fluttering birds
Twittering on the tongue!
The swifts
The boy looks up,
Anxiously waiting if I will
*Cough*
The swifts
He stutters through
the rest of the page.
In his haste,
forgetting half a stanza.
*Sigh*
Please picture
for your second try,
a tiny bird
Buried in the bushes.
WAITING
Waiting for the wind
To LIFT him up,
spreading his wings!...
*BANG*
My hand hammers
against the metal desk.
Ending my own
Frantic flying
In a pitiful
clan
The endlessly immaculate surface
Pressed soullessly against my parted lips
A sole glass cage
No brick or boulder to break
The mockingly idyllic visions
Of snow lined sunsets
And silent lives
In brief periods of psychosis
I attempted to adverse the
Overwhelming
Nothingness of the material
With angry marker stripes
Blotched black letters
Pulsing through the panorama
Unfathomable
This picture in which
My madness lines the meadows
The landscapes of my past
Where I stood in the sunlight
Participating
Instead of dwelling in its shadow
With every day that passes
I grow more aware
An alien phenomenon
Where
North of was
And south of seems
A stranger city
Smokes its dreams
Of skies and blue
And wives in white
Who cry their smiles
And sleep at night
East of death
And west of life
The pearly skin
A shiny knife
Breath of lies
Wives in white
A stranger city
Dead of night
[YORKSHIRE]
Sin! oa bard, 'n pray tell
Does t' kin today fare well?
Sin! oa bard, av theur seen,
Mine glorious kin 'n queen?
Du nor wheear uz kin is?
Ah! doa ah matta, bur for uz kin?
Thee av bequeythed 'is crown ta uz,
Wha' could ah doa bur wang it away i' disgust?
Ach! Wee beeam, wee beeam, uz companion,
Wheear eur theur? Av ah lost theur teur t' unknown?
Oa beeam o' mine, answa uz this: 'a could theur
Expect uz ta tek wha' is thy'n by reet?
Sin! oa bard, 'n pray tell
Does t' kin today fare well?
Sin! oa bard, av theur seen,
Mine glorious kin 'n queen?
[ENGLISH]
Sing! O bard, and pray tell,
You say it like it's a revelation, that anyone would do that for you. As if it completely takes you by surprise and you are blown away by the selflessness and caring shown to you by these "indulgences". I'm frozen, because I see that you are so happily committed to that frame of mind that nothing I say would change it. Nothing would be accomplished by reminding you that I, actually, did those things for you too. I offered and provided that same support, without hesitation or question, asking and expecting nothing in return. Maybe that was my mistake. I'm self-aware enough to understand that you couldn't have taken me for granted if I ha
It's been what...six months since I've written a journal, mainly because I've no idea what I should put in it. Journals are either thoughtful opinions on relevant topics (all I can think of is the cloud of ash currently hovering over 'our' european heads, and if it might be related to my sneezing fits :p) a way to honour other deserving artists (would love to do it, but I'm lazy and have been for quite a while...so the whole 'looking up features' is waaay to much work right now :p)
or just general rambling, whining or immature babble about whatever really (fun from time to time, but I enjoy reading it more than I do writing it myself).
Wel
- around 1000 people a year die from bubonic plague (yes that's the black death)...
- Fuck, was actually the name of a law...it means fornication under consent of the king.
- Leonardo da vinci was most likely homosexual (he was arrested for related activities in his teens, and afterwards remained celibate for his entire life)
- The youngest mother in the world was five when she was pregnant (she had a medical condtion which caused a very early onset of puberty)
- you can, theoretically, be convicted for high treason in the UK when you place a stamp (with the queen's image on it) upside down on a letter.
- High treason's the only crime yo