Thursday, 25 February 2010

Willfully Obscure Bore

Oh willfully obscure bore

You are dull as cement

You think that to be of artful disposition

One must be unsmiling and sour faced

Oh willfully obscure bore

In your fashion du jour

All the dead artists you hold in such high regard

Would despise your particular avant garde

Oh willfully obsure bore

Please explain what it is you mean?

With your metaphors and flourishes

Full of empty hipster promises

The Long Hard Road To Brilliance

Truly brilliant things take time to become that way.

It's a process of trial and error development that only the strongest will survive.

Every time you lay down a layer of creation, it's like building the foundations of a bridge into your soul.

And when people start to see that the soul exists, that's when they know you are genuine.

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

No Competition

Don't try and compete with me

because you will win

and you'll feel like you've lost

Haha...I win.

I Miss You Most Miss

Sometimes I see glimpses of you

Your words are very often true

I miss you most miss

We could be beyond this

Dark humour born of someone blue

You funny enemy we're the same fish in sea

I miss you most miss

Blowing you a warm kiss

The Deadly Square

On the verge almost every other day

Take the pain on the chin

Don't want narcotics to numb it all away

I want to feel the mess I'm in

Come and balance on my cliff, right on the edge

This is where I stand when I'm relaxing

I dare any one of you to go to where I've been

You'd be missing (presumed dead) within a fraction

Goodbye Friend

What's done is done

You had your chance not to run

Gave you love so freely

Asked you for nothing so completely

We had truly good times

Bet you haven't laughed like that in a while

You took for granted real friendship

Not disposable, I meant it

Now I hear you singing my praises

Where was your love during vital stages?

It's easy now I'm out the other side

But where you when I was burning alive?

Goodbye friend a toast to you

I'm sorry that you're feeling blue

But I've survived, I'm still the same

And I don't recognise you anyway

A New Aesthetic Testament

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Layered glory make believe

Bring the gods to their knees

When she walks down the street

There is nature in this vision

Bella donna cut precision

She's the life, she's the night

Printed pacifist who'll fight

A new aesthetic they created

From a century thats fading

Arts and crafts evolution

Beyond chaos revolution

Tuesday, 23 February 2010


Her eyes are fading

Her warmth is cold

Her statement hazy

Her spirit old

You make her fight

The things she needs

Make her ponder

Starting to freeze

She starts to burn

With all the ice

It makes her wonder

She's thinking twice

Everything But The Girl

How much will you take

Until her heart breaks

Till she's drained of her art

Alone in the dark

Will you slice off her smile?

And fry it in style?

Will you drain her of colour?

Sell her soul by the hour?

Or will you be kinder?

Take her eyes out and blind her?

To the things that she saw

All those light years before

So that nobody knows

What she meant never grows

And it's left like a root

In a mountain of old forgotten hope

Monday, 22 February 2010

The Length Of Love

How long is love?
How deep is hate?
And can the two collaborate?

Ode To Pseudo Depressives

If only you knew

How you are not even nearly blue

When you moan about your truth

You're as chemical as glue

If you only knew

How much strength it takes to prove

That the world around you's sunny

And you're selfish like a dummy

If you only knew

How much this laughter hides

All the cuts inside my mind

That you will never find

Saturday, 20 February 2010

The Breeze With No Shame

Don't understand what you see

Ask no questions, just stampede

Light in your right to succeed

Don't contemplate, it's a breeze

Thursday, 18 February 2010

Not For Sale

Look just like me

Could just be me

At a distance, with insistence

Move just like me

Talk just like me

With an easy, bright and breezy

Nicely packaged, not so damaged

Panoramic sellability..

But what for credibility?

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

The Real Thing

It's not the drink it’s the way you are, the way you wink
It's not a 'style' it’s the way you live, the way you think
It's not a scene it’s the way you love, the way you dream
It's not exclusive it’s not V.I.P celebrity

If you've got it you will know, take your time and build it slow
If you're strong enough then maybe you're the real thing?
It wont always be clear but those around will lend an ear
You show no fear because you know you are the real thing

It's not the talk, it’s the way you walk
Its' not for sale, it's beyond retail to much avail
It's not how loud you shout, it’s the message you put out
So if you really want some clout then work at something

It's not easy being true, So take care in what you do
Don’t get deluded when they try to break your art
You will suffer for your vision, so walk the line with wild precision
And stay alive, alive with fists of beating hearts!

By Namalee Bolle, 2008

Free Spirit Seeks Boundaries To Break

You set me free
By giving me restrictions
So I can break them
With even more conviction!
I love your rules
They give me hurdles
So I can run and jump and leap
At inappropriate interjections
And drive you crazy!
And made you mad!
It gives me joy I would never have had
Without your rules what would I do?
I would be crying
I would be blue

By Namalee Bolle, 2010

15 Minutes Of Rebellion

all the young punks

become the new establishment.

they rebel against the old guard

to bring on the new order

and in time the new order

will become the same as old guard they so despised

...all in good time