how to be a heartless poet.: 2009

Time's Burden

What will become of us-
When Youth passes us on-
What will become of our glee-
And endless dreams-
When Time has wrought them dry-
When age has sallowed our Love-
And rendered Lust a miser-
Sense affronted our gangs of Lies-
And censured Them on us-
Will we sing- With focused hearts-
Or touch as tender- As before-
Will we sink- Amid the ashes-
Or limp- Ill-willed- Back for More-

Innocent (in a sense)

Dream of me, please!
Dream of a happiness; of a bright new sin!
Dream, my love -- Dream us up --
A world rich in everything!

Oh, wish me a symphony!
Wish me a rainbow racked with colours so bright!
Wish me this, my One -- For we'll soon become --
Ingredients in our own delight!

words of worship.

Lost in a maddened mirage
where medias market harlots as heroes
and lies are deified.

my perfect woman - a work in regress.

a droid to decadence and dickheadedness
free of finery, faultless of thought
peeved by binary, wontless of wart
learned of the largest lessons
dancing in damnation, dressed in death
furnished with the harshest lesions,
distanced by the deepened, darkened depths
of love.

(oh, & big tits)

matters of matter.

I'd triumph trapped,
in the heartless hole where souls are stole
Let debtors enslave my essence
Die vacant in the ash
of tartar-truth, where stars are strewn
For forcing flight to friends + finance

yet-more emily-effluence.

Salt my wounds with sins unheard of
Glint my eye with worlds unfurled by
light's yellowing of lust--
We shan't decline life's nectared wine
But swallow it in jest--
Nor shall we shunt waking slumber's
hours of lightning, company and Love--
Time's demise will take it nightly
and rightly follow it with kind-
Worlds- Remembrances of Old-
Gentle times that passed-
With neither sound- Nor sight-
Nor tempered fright-
Just glee and soft, centred lasting-
Peace- Plus tethered Art--

lyres and liars.

When once a foolish boy declared:
'A poet is what I shall be!'
His friends and kin rejoiced and flared,
'Son, read your books and we shall see'.

'But Ma, Pa - I know all I need,
for this drunken gent in the street
has already granted me the deeds -
Big words and a heart that forever bleeds'.

aesthetics so pathetic.

Aching - A girl so wanted -
A smile of ashen Gold -
An empty world - Scented -
With Her fragrance - Of beauty Untold -
Yet - Peel away - The mask -
Unveil - A sardonic sentiment -
For - Beauty was ne'er meant to last -
Just to - O'erflow - Shallow essence -

dappled cowslip dullards.

They engulf my mind by the minute
Resounding amid a vacuum of Bliss
Twice destructive as man or religion
Thrice moreso as love's stolen kiss

Proffering nought but illusion
Quaking our once sturdy earth
Deriding nostalgia's blithe memories
'Tis thoughts alone that ground all the hurt.

"life is just something that happens while you're busy trying to find access to a loaded gun"

togetherness a synonym for "666"
marriage a mirage
'forever' a torturous death knell
screeching "sex, sex, sex"
anything to allay the barrage

Lost

I painted a picture of heartache
It bore a tide of hurt.
Brush strokes of inertia, overwhelming
Soul's hardships inflaming my world.

I sculpted Her face from the ashes
A stark science that once lit the way,
That naked new beauty now vanished
The last of my facade forever fading away.

Why does my mind carve out these heartrbreaks
Sultry at first, til I dare to venture
Into a mirage that mimics a mindset
Desperate to touch a love it was ne'er meant for.

maddened majesty.

The pain without the calvary
Heaven's plenty enough for me
What waking worlds crease when encumbered
with sweet and true austerity
What devils dare to duel
for such a simple prize as soul sans sanity
Ought angels fear their virtue?
To clear a telling tale of all its wealth
to cleanse a heart of age, all bent on reverie
To stand upright amid disaster
to grim within the knell
while grilling peers for exits
To saunter into pain unfazed
aceepting all the forfeits
I'd CENSOR art for your foreign touch
for your gay and lasting gaze
I'd enter into perils unplanned
if it would arrest your heart's demise.

yguhjuifyghj

Lover, you couldn't live my dreams
- the two collide
Tying knots in the chain-
I love your body but not your mind
- the two contradict
Infecting sanguine, sultry days.

barely-bothered butchery.

A millenia of heartbreak
Has betwixt my soul.
Fatal crests are all that remain
To dampen the fools.
Eager to taste lost spoils
Desperate to hold on
To sons of gods that claim the toils
can be forsaken-

a doubting doublet.

Lover, pair these perennial woes with something Real.
Hang, draw and quarter this heartache, which leaves no telling trail.
Free this cursory spirit
Enable flight
To form within it
Fool the blinding lights-
We'll mock love's doubting sinews
Throwing their aspersions to the sinners.

joy delights in Joy - Sin in Sin -
Tailored dreams fall full throttle -
Under the Weight - Of themselves -
Love impels catastrophe -
Martyr'd - For all it knelt for -
Families disgrace -
With niggard grace -
Blighting all abortions -
Dignitries - Simper in - Sinking -
Beneath lies - Loss - And Laws -
Wrought fine - With Restitution -

A Wronged Request.

Phantom menace -
Offer gently turns at your whim -
I want NONE.
Settle scores long unresolved -
Carry fortune where you care to -
Lives will acquit their mirth without your touch.
Acid sighs will reset mega drives -
Testing calls for your demise -
Against the sullen winds you claimed your proletariat.

--Aching bones cavorting with departing loves
What will become of the tawdry quandary left behind?
Science will see it survives -
But what price will the mind pay?
Disaster looms in every breast -
entrusting nought but sin.
'Save me from this awful grace of normalcy' -

less than truthlessness.

There is always those around you - who you can point to and say 'I'm not like them, they're so bland and contrite' - but that is unimportant. What matters is that there are those of whom you can say 'we're so alike and in love'.

Old, tired world - offer me something new
decode some truth
before I fall into insanity
I've wandered my mind's decay -
it sent me spiralling
don't know the words to say
to shackle this depravity.

Finalities compose such melodies
mesmorise the memory I thought would keep me safe -
Tyrants rule my last regards
what empty fate started this final phase -
Retile my foundations with gold -

maximum maxim.

All fiction is purely frustration, at an inability to enact
unreal wants in an unforgivingly real world --

bliss as boredom.

'So what am I to phase this mortal ennui with,
what tools remain to combat this crudely fastened
debris of our human examples?'
'Insult the base collusions that hold you here at your peril,
for the fault lines show, they unveil the haughty creases of
damnation with every fostered lilac vision-
in death, chandeliers blacken & stew & lie like pissed-off
pageant follies, adorning the nocturn's naughty air-
forward with your sultry sins- singing in dulcet recoils-
wording their woolen night-terror triumphs with arrested gall
& resistant wit-
social circles swell with disinterested conference calls
informing the heart's mimicry of its feint interpretations-
in haste our derelictions protrude as our lusts liase-
offering corrupt smiles- with our failed faceless attention
hoardes, ripe with regularity-

what isn't love?

'You know what love is, right?'
Death by numbers - homicide of the heart
with sensual instruments -- NO?-
no, suicide, willful from the FIRST enchantment -
detailed blueprints of self thrown into sacrifice
- futures burnt in churlish oils, set ablaze
without a care for tomorrow's void

a fool from grace.

A spawn is born, illuminated by
Its designers' smiles, soundstruck
against infant affirmations.
Deaf-eared + blind-eyed
senses stuck, a worldly wimp reviled
all falls foiled, follies "why'd?"
with coarse core, a jeremy kyle child.

with displeasure made to measure
+ spittoon to spill one's liquid lies into
cumbersome cunts fawning more than facebook fucks
mugged of grace + shrug'd aside
satan's shy embrace

almost-poetry

Fate will find a way
The Transcendent will come to my aid
Free me of this Calvary -

Crosses I've beared will flail and quake
The Human Condition - infinitely malleable they say
Will fall upon my ecstacy

Life In Darkness.

I belong in the darkness
With only dreams to ally
Meaning and virtue merging through
the sinews of my mind
The moonshine my only company
no slayer nor scoobies to come for me
no flickers of sunshine to remind
Me of the life I left behind.
Yet still the pain + torture remain
Misfortunes of countless victims, slain
echoing in the sadistic twistings of Time
My dreams rest ashore, beside the black ocean's strain
drowning in the anachronistic spits of tide.
For you there is escape, solace in life
But for I, only shadow, guilt + the eternal cries
of those who vanquished in the night

how to be a heartless poet.