i don't want to know your name
nor do i care who the ******* are, what makes you you
and i don't want to know that you can't eat spaghettios anymore because they made you throw up one time a couple years ago;
i'm not curious about your little secrets
and i certainly dont give a **** about your family tree

and i'll gently hold your face in my hands one more time tonight,
but you shouldn't expect to pick apart my brain after the lights turn on and the music stops playing  

( i watched my sanity drop like a disco ball onto your cement floor into ten million little pieces while the cats licked them off the ground and i just sat there and watched, i couldn't even move. )

Across the water he skates with feet of clay. Frigid eels in his veins, they slither under his skin. His blood is volcanic ice. His forehead is an avalanche. His eyes are frozen atolls. His soul is made of liquid nitrogen. Dancing, he's the creature 10000 Leagues Under the Sea. At rest the iceberg that wrecked the Titanic. Don't come near him ladies. He comes off as a nice little cuttlefish. But he will lash out with his whip pads, ****** you into his ***** beak, and glomb on with every sucker he owns.
He's a real masher, the Disco Slasher, Mr Goodbar X 10. Comes off as a "Nice Guy".
Comes off as a "Friend". But watch out for his Frozen tentacles. They will be your END.


SoulSurvivor
(c) 3/10/2016

I wrote a jukebox program
  For the computer
  I find music on the intenet
  It helps me program
     More programs for the computer

I see people in Ibiza
  I watch them all moving
  To the sound and they smile
  It helps me focus on what
     I can't do. But wish to.

My mind's sight is drawn
   Into focus as they bounce
   Their dresses flipping
   Their arms beating the sky
      No reason. I don't ask why

Together they are moving
   Do they imagine I see
   Their smiles across the miles
   Through time and space.
      I sit, in the dark.


     And dream of dancing.


dr. mgmorrell 14-Feb-2016

I was at the disco
Then everyone pointed
And said i was panicking
But i looked them in the eye
When i whipped my head around
And said "No, I'm the panic queen."

it was on a saturday night when I first saw you
a party filled with all kind of strange faces, friends and maybe enemies..

you told me I was special, a work of art with eyes that could tell a story
he wanted to know everything about me, it was scary yet warming..
what I adored in life and why, what made me cry, what made me smile

he wanted to know about the things I feared most, my demons, angels
the stories about how I always get way too drunk and the reasons why
the scars on my wrists and the tattoo on my back, like everything..

her darkness was bright like the moon and the stars in the sad sky
but she always shined like the sun, she was so full of life and beauty

it was just like the nights before, the music was smashing , it was loud
we had way too much alcohol in our veins more than was good for us
you were craving for my attention and there were moments I gave in..
he smiled this cheeky smile sweet but dangerous, my heart jumped
he was charming but oh so mysterious..

you were there in the club, in my mind and in my heart
and darling you looked so beautiful with the lights shining on you
and I was missing you so much even though you were next to me ..

I can hear your voice when Im laying in my bed, when its dark
oh baby I can hear your voice every where but I wanted his instead

I always heard you cry at night and I knew it always was because of me

maybe I do have a jet black heart.

Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train
into town...
I had half a bitter
at the Cafe de Piaf
in Waterloo...
I went to work
for a couple of hours or so;
I had a pint after work;
I went for an audition;
after the audition,
I had another pint
and a half;
I had another half,
before meeting my mates,
for my b'day celebrations;
we had a pint together;
we went into
the night club,
where we had champagne
(I had three glasses);
I had a further
glass of vino,
by which time,
I was so gone
that I drew an audience
of about thirty
by performing a solo
dancing spot
in the middle
of the disco floor...
We all piled off to the pub
after that,
where I had another drink
(I can't remember
what it was)...
I then made my way home,
took the bus from Surbiton,
but ended up
in the wilds of Surrey;
I took another bus home,
and watched some telly,
and had something to eat
before crashing out...
I really, really enjoyed
the eve, but today,
I've been walking around
like a zomb;
I've had only one drink today,
an early morning
restorative effort;
I spent the day working,
then I went to a bookshop,
where, like a monk,
I go for a day's
drying out session...
Drying out is really awful;
you jump at every shadow;
you feel dizzy,
you notice everything;
very often,
I don't follow through.

Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me
Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me...

It's out of sight and out of mind, Now no more me, you're out of time
Just be glad for what we had, That's too bad, Love is so sad

Tomorrows no good as the day before, There's no way I'll ever give you more
Strike while the irons hot or you'll never know what you could have got
Stop calling me, face the fact now you've failed the test
I was the best, you can have the rest, Just got to get it off, get it off my chest

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me, cause if you do I won't want you!
Don't wait till I'm gone to try and find me, you'll only find that we are through!

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me
Don't wait till I'm gone
Wait till I'm Gone
Till I'm Gone
I'm Gone!


(The Anagram of MARRIAGE = A GRIM ERA)
&
(The Anagram of I WANT A DIVORCE = WEIRD VACATION)

© In Perpetuity All Rights Reserved By The Author: D. Clare

I GAVE YOU ALL I HAD TO GIVE, STILL YOU WANTED MORE
  YOU STOLE THE VERY HEART RIGHT OUT OF ME.
  I LIVED AND BREATHED AND DRESSED FOR YOU, AND EVEN UNDRESSED                
  FOR YOU. NOW, THERE'S JUST ONE THING YOU MUST DO

  IT'S SO HARD TO ADMIT TO THIS MISTAKE
  TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A ROYAL RAKE
  AT TIMES YOU WERE SO VERY ODD
  A VALENTINO, A MARQUIS DE SADE
  I GOT CUT UP IN YOUR ONE-WAY GAME
  I'VE GOT NO ONE ELSE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME
  I'LL GET BACK AT YOU, SOMEDAY YOU'LL PAY
  BUT FOR NOW I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT YOU'LL

  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LOVE YOU TOOK FROM ME
  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, MY HEART'S IN MISERY
  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LIFE YOU TOOK FROM ME
  IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO LIVE WITHOUT, WHAT YOU TOOK SO EASILY

  YOURS IS THE KIND TO TAKE CONTROL
  A THIEF OF LOVE WITHOUT A SOUL
  RETURN MY HEART AND TAKE THESE BLUES
  THERE'S NO USE KEEPING WHAT YOU CAN'T USE
  I'VE KNOWN LOTS OF GUYS BUT YOU'RE UNIQUE
  THE WAY YOU HYPNOTIZE AND YOUR MYSTIQUE
  I FELL FOR YOUR SCENT, AN APHRODISIAC
  BUT YOUR JUST A CLEVER KLEPTOMANIAC SO...

  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LOVE YOU TOOK FROM ME
  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, MY HEART'S IN MISERY

  PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT, THE LIFE YOU TOOK FROM ME
  IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO LIVE WITHOUT, WHAT YOU TOOK SO EASILY

  THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE THAT I COULD EVER DO WOULD BE TO
  SIMPLY STAY AWAY FROM YOU, BUT I CAN'T AS LONG    
  AS YOU HAVE THAT DIVINE PART OF WHAT WAS ONCE MINE
  SO I'M ASKING YOU PLEASE, JUST PUT IT BACK!

David John Clare  ©In Perpetuity   ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI

http://www.mynoisyplanet.com/davidjohnclare