Cinema love is something
In the interlude of suffering.
Cinema love
A cascade of open passion which inspired this beautiful
Obsession
Cinema love in a 50s black and white spool
Where thunder splits lovers apart
And God blesses tears in the dark.
Love is a dangerous word- Love is
A nuclear war-
A computer message that is sabotaged by a jealous killer
A perfumed envelope containing a suicide letter
Soaked in tears of desolation which long to kiss
The sea-
Seems like a good film to me.
Her love twirled and danced then opened her eyes to a future
In front of a camera called betrayal
Still she is available.
Cinema love '11' A Dinosaur On Parole From Neptune
It is of no relevance which classic blinds the screen
There is a love story in row 22 like there has always been
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
I'm sitting here
@ Where nothing can be done
I'm just sitting here
Waiting for death
to come.
Whatever it's shape I'll recognise
My faltering eyes
In that invisible mirror
That trades our goodbyes.
So I say 'goodbye'
Just in case I die
Before I see you
It's a bit morbid
But afterlife ?
Who knows ?
And I'll be glad
When this verse is closed.
I've had so little to say
and such a long time to express it in
I ended up not saying anything.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
The Soho lights
Were shining like an electric lobster
I was thinking what an Edmonton boy
Should do-
As punk rockers smoked marihuana
In small corners
Shadows danced a routine that was choreographed
In hell-
And glue, speed and alcohol blended into humidity
Eerybody knew God had no recognition
For this recondite humanity
I thought about something else............
Life became static blind
Drunken dreads were jostling in plastic conversation
****** out of their minds-
There became a powerful flow of left-wing
Political notion-
The stale scent of a previous saviour
Became more obvious and universal
Reggae pounded into the trashed idealism
Like an anti-septic commercial
And thoughts of EXODUS and the bible
We became victims of a faith reversal
But there will will be cold solace in this
For the gloved left fist.
I thought of distant times
Where reality wiped out role models
As their dreams vanished into hallocinogenic fungi.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
It's hot
It's kickin'
It's funk!
You gotta drown your Martini
With junk
Until this depression is sunk
You gotta remember it's disco
and funk,
You gotta walk around day-glo and punk.
You gotta hit the wall
To destroy your attitude
Even if there's no attitude
At all
You gotta dizzy shake a palm tree
And smile at the clock of reason
You gotta move up offa dat ting
You gotta set fire to your ring
And let your ****** sing
You gotta Boomshakalak
You gotta twist and grind
You gotta Boomshakalak
And it's fun
****** react
No doubt about dat
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
You gotta groove
If you wanna groove
To the funk groove rap
You gotta be far out
And on the track
You gotta throw up at a silver moon
To do the bump
To do the bump
You gotta sweat from tongue
You get a sweet ******* echo
You gotta lay low
Act flash
Hold on to the bottle
And never carry cash
You gotta answer the call of the trapped
Boogie spirit
You gotta tell me you love me
And I'll know you don't mean it.
No what I really think is
Love is like movement
It's there but you can't see it
As the vehicle shows the movement
it's worth
Out of Utopia to Earth
A victim of love has nothing to do
With with cards and poetic words
Whilst I was walking down Pasteur Gardens
Which is quite near to me
I heard a child's sad voice
Female it appeared to be
About the age of 3
'Mummy, please don't put it in your
mouth'
To which the mother replied
'I will because big Graham is
the master of the bedroom
Now that daddy died.'
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
When I'm sliding down another line
And bells in my head liquid chime,
When I'm disco dancing
Across the floor
And the feeling's building
From the basic core
Playing good funky and loud
And I recognise the faces
In the crowd
When the demon of joy
is laughing and prancing
In the stuttering strobe
I gotta slip, I gotta do some disco dancing.
When I take my time to rush not hurry
When I'm completely free of emotion
and financial worry
When I'm with an aquarious **** girl
And she is disco dancing as well
When I'm rising and the lights are trancing
I'm inviting you for some disco dancing.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
A neon advertisement of Elizebeth Arden was sparking in a wonderful 3D
Array
I was passing thru Shanklin, Heading towards Sandown
And beyond Black Gang Chine, Heading up to White Cliff Bay.
Walking thru a prehistoric night,
And Evelyn suggested that we liberate a boat-
I replied, Why don't we awaken our ghosts
to float on the still night airway ?
240 feet above the Chanel aqua-spray,
Aware of only night from day,
And however angelic my love is,
Her personality can revolve in a mysterious way,
She blessed my notion
And her first idea joined the corrosion
At the foot of White Cliff Bay.
Her eyes spoke to me.
You are only as conscientious as your persona allows.
We watched the angry coast, Coaxing and tormenting
Where the ancient ocean bows
And nature steps over a part of time
That tells of it's own decay,
And man has no part here to play,
As the wet chalk laments to the sky
And the Devil crashes into innocent pacified
Clay, Chaotic and ruthless against a naked White Cliff Bay.
This is how I came to be,
Shaped by the perpetual onslaught of endless sea.
Knowing that the harm that has been done to me
Can never be justified,
Just as childhood promises always have their fruitition shunned
As every story book lied in the same fixtures where faithful ancestors
Were betrayed
As they knelt in hell - Burning as they prayed
To a God who was now a witness here on White Cliff Bay.
But I feel a new direction is drifting my way
And she touches my forhead I feel okay,
And the whole unexplained truth of life is now unfolding
Like the relics and the fossils of White Cliff Bay,
And the new life I am holding.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Habitually smoking your gear
Drowning your natural drive of energy
So soon, a year becomes a week which lasts towards a
day.
Trying to reach a high you had in your teens
Sitting there watching your life go by
Until you're ******** by marijuana poisoning
According to your friends you don't
Have any
Straight people industrialise their circles
And despatch you into a corner
Where they keep the addicts, tortured and isolated
Within the buzz they experienced a decade
Ago.
Paying a fifty or more on something
That causes you loss of memory and an idle psyche
If you are not going to credit your ****
People will look beyond you
Even when they need you.
You are elsewhere in the invisible car-crash.
The relief of escape
the brave gunja smoking cool Mr Frosty
The idea of talking to someone like you
Has really lost me. He hides his snide profile, behind a ******
I just have a smoke now and then.
It depresses me just enough to be depressed.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Whose resurection is this
anyway ?
Has anyone seen the messiah today ?
There is never a messiah around when
You need one ?
Perhaps I shouldn't speak of th?ese things
Lightly
But what can be done ?
Have you ever smoked a ******
In a temple ?
Do you know what these kinda words
Resemble ?
Did you ever think life is just incidental ?
I can picture druids hovering above sacred corpses
Laughing at their impunity,
And tripping on their vulnerability
It's not a long way between Jesus and sin.
Y'know
Y'know
Having *** whilst wearing a strait-jacket
Is better than having no *** at all
I always echo the optimist's call
But I'm tied to a spastic cross
Were I present my loss.
All theses thoughts came to me
Much later in history.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
The nightmare voice
is whispering to me again
Telling me you don't belong to me
The acoustics are driving me insane.
I tried to tell you I am the messiah
In a hope that you'd compromise my anticipation
as to be a king
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.
Elvis never inspired your prophet
Things were stolen
Sweet scented flowers were crushed
and destroyed - Such beauty left as junk
and tho a ****** was *****
Jesus lit no candles for this punk.
I tried to tell you
I was the only valantine
for you
In a hope that you'd pity what is true
from my direction
Romeo and Juliet didn't have a clue
Of love's perfection
But by and by we all take the ride
Just an alibi for suicide
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.
Just you
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC