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
Thursday, 25 February 2010
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
Untitled
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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