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Denial

Show me your solid streets that carry the weight of hefty commuters; (a dangerous swarm,) and I'll show you cracks in the earth's crust that entire cities might slip through and writhe in the burning magma of hades. Oh if your shops were empty with broken windows! Life after death of capitalism would make honey taste that much sweeter. These faded warning signs were the sages of damnation and their preaching voice is worn and raspy. Pavlov's politicians breathe trinkets and television, making you salivate, ringing shiny bells while they take the food from your plate. we're in this together but we really hate each other, this big society's not room enough for ego, immigrants, exports, production and the stacks of disguises for the storehouses of hate. We're in this together... but never you, it's always only me, in a collapsing city shouting about the feathers which stuff my pillow. The Egyptians loosened their shackles, thos

Truth-less Time

These pictures are worth taking - down from the walls worth replacing with empty frames, plaster surrealism in window panes and fill art galleries with empty frames, they'll marvel at the irony. Paint this blank canvas with - bohemian profundity astound at a distance and stroke your beard, content; self-labelled as 'intelligently weird', aiming to escape all that could possibly be feared, we'll bow to a truth-less time. All timeless truths are captured in albums of nostalgia. But at least they re somewhere, breathing, frustrated by the pages they are trapped between. **** I cannot breathe this in; - your insipid empty exhalation, there is no substance to your solution no life in this pollution, concentric circles of ablution map repetitive paths. The earth is confused yet contented - with immanent destruction, how can this be? explain! art is mingled with the need to fein interest in all but achieving

Feb 13th; Yet To Find

Her skin serenades my working hands her listening silence is wise counsel to my troubled, tired mind. her searching eyes are welcome to my imperfections, because there is no judgement in her questions and no condemnation in her judgement. Her complexity leaves me silent, her creativity paints the colours of my gaze across an otherwise beige room, her blemishes are beautified in honesty and cast shadows across photoshop idols for the skin is deception. She will bow where I bow but never to me and I never to her. Written february 13th 2011 before I met my wonderful wife. too chliched? Naa!