Saturday 14 April 2012

Keeping on Top


And here’s me, thinking it’s crazy to think.
I’m just through with thinking.
It’s that constant buzz of that voice in your head.                                                                                      That does me in, when I’m in bed.
It’s not just something that keeps me awake,
I think things through when instead I should just, Do.
Do all the things I’m thinking of.
If I stopped, thinking for just a second,
I could quite easily find peace.

Over thinking is my arch enemy,
Defeat, I lay in his hands.
And in my hands I hold one weapon.
My Vice.
My Vice lets me sleep at night,
and the Habits seem to ease me over.
Now I’m not sure, exactly, what it stems from.
Some deep seeded (REPPRESSED) inadequacy,
or an over indulgence with Slannesh?

Defeat. I lay in your hands,
and in my hands I have one weapon.
A weapon I won’t allow myself to use.





Friday 13 April 2012

Perfection ov

Theories are just ideas, Floating thoughts with the added benifit of application. And in theory, the application of an idea Should be successful. But it rarely is.

Wednesday 4 April 2012

Superstitious

On the Third day
All the crows will fly away.
Magpies, I salute you.
You always seem to stay.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

- - - - - - - -

One long road stretched ahead.
Parents on both my sides,
one autumn leaf made bed.

Golden Brown mottling,
We, three, walk in memory.
that memory is rotting.

Sweet songs and Conquers,
gardens, and fairy-tales.
My favorite child mind,
patchwork of "in" Masonry.

It Still... Even now.

Suitably vivid dreams,
Lividity at the situation.
Rats in the literature.
Sinned almost as much.
Post from a Prisoner.
Donned a Liar,
In the guise of manipulation.
Reason fails the transfer.
Trails the denotive.
Her, she connotes.
Through discourse,
I unwind her.