Poetry Pavement

Stars and Sands

Sat, 12 May 2012 12:40:15 +0930

Touching echoes to the stars,
Tapping on the rotten doors,
Picking absently at scars,
Keeping quiet, keeping scores.

Knowing when to stop a thing,
Before it turns bad in your hand,
Head nestled beneath a wing,
Trying hard just to withstand.

There Can Only be Two

Sun, 06 May 2012 18:18:00 +0930

Take the blue pill,

Or the red pill if that won’t do,

There can only be the two of us,

In the world I made of you.

Tragic numbers,

Play them safe if you will,

There can only be the two of us,

After that it’s all downhill.

Treasured assumptions,

Take them into your grave,

There can only be the two of us,

And already I am a slave.

Listening real hard,

I can almost hear your heart break,

There can only be the two of us,

In the world before I awake.

Waiting

Sun, 06 May 2012 17:56:49 +0930

I have exiled you in the dusty corners

Where you have vacationed freely

And without remorse

I have put you in your place at last

Where you will stay, I suspect

Until the sky shatters

There was something on my mind that day

But you know how these things are

Words on the breeze

The willows wept when I left you there

At the bus stop in my heart

I think you are still waiting.

Warsaw in Autumn

Sun, 06 May 2012 17:24:10 +0930

Tired and forgotten corners,

Warsaw’s old and weary mourners,

Fiats dead on mossy bricks,

The pain that only hope inflicts,

I saw you once with eyes unclouded,

Windows clogged and face beshrouded,

Memories which stretch across,

Tinted futures, auburn loss.

Lies and Skies

Sun, 06 May 2012 17:02:12 +0930

Tired, tended, troubled tied

Disenchanted, dreaming died

Lucky, luminous, leaning lies

Sorrowful, sadistic skies

Anarchy, The Song

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 11:35:00 +1030

Anarchy

I know that you like anarchism,

Simple living, veganism,

But baby, it’s a cataclysm,

Waiting to happen

White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

Democracy ain’t your cup of tea,

First World problems, hypocrisy

I know you like recycling plastic,

And though I’m unenthusiastic,

The anarchism might be drastic,

I don’t wanna die

White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

A disharmonious litany,

The ministry of bigotry

I know you like your vegan diet,

But let’s not start another riot,

Don’t you tell me to be quiet,

I wanna know the truth

White saviours of the industry,

Look what you have done to me,

You do not have my sympathy,

When you act so viciously

I know you like equality,

An anarchy of honesty,

That you remind me constantly,

Isn’t like Mad Max at all

I know you want to live a life,

Free from suffering and strife,

So let’s just sheathe that fucking knife,

And talk about anarchy

Hallowed Ground

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 12:56:10 +1030

Beneath the city’s hallowed ground,
Lie promises and memories drowned,
Bought from liars by the pound,
Dreams of hounds and kings uncrowned.

Towers overlooked by guards,
Gamblers playing with no cards,
Dancers, acrobats and bards,
Kind regards lie in shards.

Gods’ and jesters’ burial mounds,
Beneath the city’s hallowed grounds,

Lost things never to be found,
Beneath the city’s hallowed ground.

Trolls and Regrets

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 13:09:20 +1030

Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.

Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.

Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.

Human Meat

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 15:53:05 +0930

Robots have inhuman feet,

And wherever two shall meet,

Via twitter they shall tweet,

Come, we feast on human meat,

It is sweet and it is neat,

Robots so each other greet,

And exude their robot heat,

Clouding up the robot street,

Drinking from an iron teat,

The mixed remains of human meat.

The Inventory of Love

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 13:49:12 +0930

Retracing the trajectories of her lips,

Rebuking the claims set down by her lost eyes,

There has never been a more sorrowful count,

Than the inventory of old, used-up love.

Pages and Birds

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 19:41:19 +0930

I mistook you for a torn page,

But you were a songbird,

Not broken at all.

.

I mistook you for an angel,

But you were a window,

Clear as bleached-out days.

I mistook you for the north wind,

And so you brought me home,

But not forever.

(via papertissue)

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 10:28:00 +0930

(via papertissue)

Snow

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 10:26:35 +0930

Falling snow and falling tears,

Suicide of the highest form,

Mangled, mournful rusted gears,

Pain becomes this man’s new norm.

Vows and Tears

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 10:23:00 +0930

Taking out those hurtful words,

One by bloody fucking one,

Throwing caution to the birds,

Always on the goddamn run.

I had never done a thing,

Better than the thing I do,

Even when you got my ring,

Nothing other than a coup.

Blistered dreams and broken vows,

Hurt much less than I once thought,

Shattered so like farmers’ ploughs,

Love’s disease that I once caught.

Dragging Down

Tue, 05 Jul 2011 20:29:53 +0930

Dragging down and out and through,

Knowing what it meant to you,

Sagging down and to and ‘neath,

Choking tears, grinding teeth,

Hoping in and with / without,

Don’t forsake the foolish lout,

In the baggage of the years,

Trap those hurtful, half-born tears.

Glare

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 22:23:45 +0930

Blinding sheet of tattered rags, blocking the dull, grey sun,

Never sure what is real, beneath that mask of years,

You had to have known that it could never last,

Suddenly it makes sense in the last moments,

How inconvenient,
.
You breathe.

The Author

Sat, 04 Jun 2011 20:38:00 +0930

Lying to your newborn son

Everything will be alright

Thinking you’ve already won

You have seen the fucking light

Do you know which words to speak

Lying on the beer-stained bed

Thinking you were always weak

Much too weak to ever wed

Working on the god-damned story

Seeing ghosts and dead men’s eyes

He’s eighteen and now you worry

That he’s seen through all your lies

Holes

Tue, 31 May 2011 14:15:24 +0930

Blackened holes and broken chairs

Blistered hands and scorched men’s hairs

That’s what waits beyond the wall

Where lies are great and lives are small

Grandfather / The Trip

Thu, 28 Jan 2010 20:46:00 +1030

Getting there is half the trip,
Grandfather said that, I think,
Bent by time and scarred by life,
Little glasses on his balding head,
If life is half the trip,
Is he waiting for the destination?

The Human

Thu, 28 Jan 2010 20:45:48 +1030

Moving softly through the ruins,
Weak, unaugmented thing.
Cursed with baseline hopes,
Haunted, simple dreams.
It startles easily, like a gazelle,
Pathetic, skin-bound.
His dreams should be of Heaven,
But his gaze hits the dirt.