fredag den 30. april 2010
onsdag den 28. april 2010
A tale of affection in a faraway land in a faraway state of affairs. Embroiled in the simple innoncence of youth, mystified by the passing clouds of a distant springtime somwhere not too far off in the recent past.
In the midst a sullen mist I gazed into your speechless face
The trepid tidings of times vanished without so much as a trace
I saw in your blue eyes vestiges of valour long since departed
Vexations of fate, truths that left me disheartened.
Into the dawns drizzle I stared, awestruck by its silence
The serene subtlety of speed defying the odds of dependable science
I saw upon your blood red lips inevitability carved in stone
Vindications of trait, potentials I wished I could own
In the spartan confines of a mirror I gazed at the pale form staring back
The circular crescendo of calamity served on a platinum platter
I saw in the nonchalance of your mien, futility and her slammed doors
Vociferous notions of hope, frozen waters neath my ship’s oars
søndag den 18. april 2010
Through fiery earth and pouring rain, the spring’s thaw
I did wish to envisage this poignant transgression
Subtle in its vengeance, rabid in its regression
I never did bear witness to the simple sinfulness of conformity
Alone and maladroit, devoid of the slightest dignity
I did hope to embrace this delicate, derided passion
Subdued by her wit, mighty in her right
I never did pay homage to the wilfulness of indignity
Acrid and putrid, a horse tail hair short of insanity
I never did smooch this imbued pilgrimage
Eroded, exhausted and enshrined in the wispy plumage of this adage
I did bear witness to this ship sinking
And rallied with the decadent masses, and their malevolent manners
I did watch the slipstream slip beneath my feet.
And into the wilderness we wandered, meek, minute and mild.