Beauty slaps it's beating heart in my face. Every day. Every day. It's blood splatters all over me and it falls into my hands. I choose to put it on a pedestal For worship. Because what is life without its beauty? It's dreary and not worth it. What is beauty without life? I don't think it exists. How do we even distinguish them?
A part of me feels like dying And why shouldn’t I be able to ebb and recede? Nature does it! And aren’t we all just a stack of bones dutifully reflecting our nature out into our world? I’m part drunk and stampeding through rough bush in thongs and boardies, Crashing through trees, like waves crashing … Continue reading No questions please,
The greatest fear of the refound man is a weak mind The trials and tribulations hold strength that he finds, Memories fade, searching he seeks time Confined fighting a war, serving the peace sign Written by anon-
Crashing into waves of gratitude, I find myself stumbling for an answer Handling happiness like its the straw that broke the camels back. Like it could be the last ditch effort for eternal bliss. Easing into the simple things because I am not one to regret anymore. My mistakes are mostly for the past. I … Continue reading Its been a while
I try to clear my mind before I leave for my walk. The walk doesn't clear it either. I'm wearing a black shirt and the heat beats down on me insufferably, this must be what it's like? So I take it off. My white skin will pay it's retribution to the sun later. My black … Continue reading Yeah, right….
Look at your face. We have never been more equal. With this blue blood pumping through our veins. Can you feel it? And we wear velvet slippers as we beat a path on the forest floor. We are a tangible force and there is no real reason why anyone is bigger or better anymore. Except … Continue reading Blood of kings, arteries of slaves
The big jobs for the guys with big gobs. Up there in their ivory towers with glass ceilings. They glare up at the gods, envious. Green with envy and greed. Walking around with the tips of their flaccid penises hanging out of their flies. Ready to fuck the world. And there are flies everywhere! indicating … Continue reading Big Jobs
Inches of acceptance. The depth of it knows feet. It's no feat to trample on the feelings Of the ones that want to know their way.
So there they are! My cards fall gracelessly on the table. To be read by all. I’m not worried, I’m just well fed. If I was worried, I’d be crying or dead. My eyes betray my secrets. That I never had. Or that I wish I believe I didn’t. What’s the difference? Tell me quickly. … Continue reading Shower Poetry
The world is at my fingertips and they bleed frustration as I tap to the tap tap tap of the times. I realise that opportunities are missed as I stare and stare stare stare into the void of too much information. I move clumsily through this sphere that is saturated and I have no chance … Continue reading Strawberries