brilliance or the lack thereof
is here -but not entirely
like incomplete,it clenches
me and holds open my throat
it can't see im open to the
presence of creation
creation holds the answer,
but happen, creation won't
why can i not be what i want,
this want to be on paper
and why, if not, can i not
live the poetry i can't write?
where in my life is poetry,
if not paper or in actions
just in my head, dismissed and passive
unprepared to fight
and im wounded by this battle
this battle thats unoccuring
these invisible words stirring
and residing in the mind
and i think that id be brilliant
if life and words were simpler
I hear microwaves a-bouncing up and down the hallway
Sent from satellite so far away on distant plane.
They're asking me if I know the opposite of time, but
I cant find an answer, won't they let me run away?
The funny thing is that I run to and from the answers
Everybody's running, running to their own decay
Time to death, existence, body organs being eaten,
Slowly rotting, our Saturday mornings drift away…
I splash my fangs impatiently, this plaque does need a killing
It doesn't know that it will not be around for good.
Here, black ink and paper, my reality is waiting,
I can own the flesh, the feasting; here time still is stood.
I hear microwaves a-bouncing up and down the hallway
Sent from satellite so far away on distant plane.
They're asking me if I know the opposite of time, but
I cant find an answer, won't they let me run away?
The funny thing is that I run to and from the answers
Everybody's running, running to their own decay
Time to death, existence, body organs being eaten,
Slowly rotting, our Saturday mornings drift away…
I splash my fangs impatiently, this plaque does need a killing
It doesn't know that it will not be around for good.
Here, black ink and paper, my reality is waiting,
I can own the flesh, the feasting; here time still is stood.
brilliance or the lack thereof
is here -but not entirely
like incomplete,it clenches
me and holds open my throat
it can't see im open to the
presence of creation
creation holds the answer,
but happen, creation won't
why can i not be what i want,
this want to be on paper
and why, if not, can i not
live the poetry i can't write?
where in my life is poetry,
if not paper or in actions
just in my head, dismissed and passive
unprepared to fight
and im wounded by this battle
this battle thats unoccuring
these invisible words stirring
and residing in the mind
and i think that id be brilliant
if life and words were simpler
hey kids. i just added some groovy (hem...) pictures to go with my two poems...go easy on me, i made them in paint. oh dear. i dont belong here i tells you!anyway, be sure to check them out and send your abuse...haha.
bah i was going to get tickets, but they sold out too quickly or something. i didnt think they were that popular here but obviously they are!good on them, i say, but why couldnt they do two shows?
I will be sure to check out your gallery, kibatails. and thank YOU all for visiting.
hey there, thanks for the comment on my deviation 'control'. very much appreciated. welcome to da
i'm glad another australian knows who muse is. they're becoming a lot more popular down here, but i still don't think they're getting the recognition they deserve.
mmmmm... muse is good i have some matthew bellamy pics in my gallery somewhere... one being a vampire matt. X3