Candles Of Death

Something a little light hearted and surreal:


candles are burning a little too quick for my liking;
from the shop for only one pound,
what more can one expect?

apart from, dwindling light and wax only serves to remind
how quickly days, weeks diminish
before years have passed.

but it's too early for one to think of mortality,
but then there are always those gone
so young and so fast.  then gone.

but i am young so my thoughts are always fleeting, aren't they?
always so quick to move on to new things
shiny and fresh, cat with a toy.

corner catches me again, i watch the wick burn further
and my mind trips back and the clock ticks
a chorus to bring forth death.

I Am #1

I am new in baby blue,
shrink wrap just removed.
Colours twinkle round me.

Empty Verse

here in vain, standing in rain
here in jest, revered at best
here in lies, a truth I cry
here in now, keep me proud.

never am gone, speak strong
never falter, keep it for
never guessing, keep asking
never trusted, concience fled.

i always ask, questions pass
i daren't dream, mind stays clean
i lose myself, heart of stealth
i forth weary, eyes are bleary.

love is here? never i feel
love is false, simply a choice
love is changing, identity misfitting
love is bleeding, take my leaving.

Negative

I just discovered this whilst flicking through an old blog, it's a more recent piece (about two years old) and therefore probably a bit better than the stuff I was writing on there before.

Golden filament entwines
over buried crucibles
always unpenetrated.
Unmarred Spode
blots out marked reflection
incessantly malignant.
Deceptive gleams dim reason and
the empty cup distracts
with its fallacious utterances.
The sublime flash encloses
a nonsensical facade
all jubilant rememberance aborted.

Polaroid #1

do you remember

the fleeting cries

and the taste

of burning candles

burrowing through

the senses and

the pills in your hand

like jelly beans

lying on top of

a sleeping city laughing

and the rats

scurrying below?

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Now I've pimped myself out, enjoy the rest of your day!

Much Love!

Did you know,,,?

There's currently two works stuck to my wall staring me in the face and I'm not sure what to do about them.

I might just stick them together and see what happens.

Update - Feb 2010

So it's been a while since my last post which is down to a number of things, primarily having no internet where I now live being the main one.

I've been concentrating on a piece of work made up of shorts, poetry and photography of the local area that I live in, more of which will be to come.

I'm also looking at music production, so I'll be making my first steps in that in the next few months.

Just thought that I'd give a quick post whilst I have the chance and to make it clear that the blog hasn't been abandoned.

I've posted a piece below that I wrote last month, which forms part of the work mentioned above.  It's not a finished article but gives an idea of the kind of stuff that will be featured, although some of the stuff may be a little less literal, or obvious, as this piece.

Ridiculous Inbox Scrapbook #1 - Want 50% off your first Whiskas Kitten Pouch?

How this came to find itself in my Inbox I have no idea.

I don't own any pets and don't intend on getting myself a kitten anytime soon.  Maybe a puppy though.  So I can use it as a child surrogate and to fill the gaping void in my soul.

Or something.

At least in the meantime I can watch the video footage of the Whiskas kittens, thereby owning one vicariously.