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