Tempest-You-Us

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:04:14 +0100

I laugh, in absolute terms
No grim half smile measures here
The screaming raucous banshee laugh
Of warrioress sisters, mercifully free.

This plate is empty, like recent sentiments
Hungry adjectives, delusions swallowing
All but the rising dust of farewells feet
Yet I remain, still just a thought, dangling in love’s sea.

I pass the time, polishing
The mirrored emptiness of platitudes
Marvelling at just how far ‘out of’ is in falling
While romancing the shadows; dreams coldly sing.

This dance is a tempest
Blowing indifference on the tides
But I was your muse, your friend and lover
Long before I became the thorn in your side.

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Caustic

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 22:17:18 +0100

caustic as my dreams of late
as your untrue whistling into my fearsome silence
as the steady erosion of last year's providence
as the death i will not now witness
despite my willingness, yes even despite that.

angry as the thoughts that now invade
my sleep, my frustrated breath, my nothingness
the rage of powerlessness
the vandals need to pull something down
frustrated, small, castrated song.

tired as the relentless break
of empty solutions upon my mind
is it, was it ever my mind?
the rabid consumption of my willingness
conformity, your cruel weight is just too strong.

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The Nymph Rides Out

Tempest-You-Us

Caustic