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Language is an imperfect vessel for thought.
But in trying to express ideas we sometimes
create things more beautiful than we dreamed.

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If I could spare you my sadness. Jan 16, 2007 3:31 am
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I would spare you my sadness
If I could
Its disconsolate contagion.
It belongs to me
And I alone
Embrace its desolation.

Pale sibling mine
Siamese twined
Troth plighted unto death.
This melancholy flesh
Will fail
Leave bleached bones of regret.

Kiss me then, cry fragile tears
Caress my cheek
And go.
I'll cleave to grief
And take her hand
And follow her below.
27 Comments
Self harm. Jan 15, 2007 10:30 am
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She cut herself again today.
She took a knife and sliced
Through the palm of her hand
And across my heart.
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Your comment has been denied due to the following reason: Language is not supported. Jan 15, 2007 6:00 am
Mood: rejected, 1746 Views
Feel free to submit a new comment.
But not the old one, that was bad.
We didn't know what you were saying
And you know that makes us mad.
We're doing this for your benefit.
It hurts us more than it does you.
So if you'd please refrain
From doing it again
We won't have to lose our cool.

Feel free to submit a new comment.
But please make it English this time.
It's the language of globalization
Of science and business and crime.
It's the language of market led forces
Of liberty, freedom and choice.
If we see Spanish again
There's no need to explain
Steps will be taken to sanction your voice.

Feel free to submit a new comment.
But don't pull that nonsense puh-lease.
We are extremely tolerant people.
But only up to a certain degree.
This site is for speakers of English
And so we see nothing wrong
In wiping your writing
(Which in truth, ain't exciting)
And carting you off to amigos.com.
12 Comments
For sale. Jan 14, 2007 8:52 am
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Anyone want to buy an old dream?
One careful owner.
Well cared for.
Only taken out on special occasions.
Still gleams in the light.
Still shines in the night.
Still runs alright.

You know how it is.
You wake up one morning.
Stare at the ceiling
And think,
This is a young man's dream.
It needs someone to take her out,
See what she can do,
Really let her rip.

Anyone want to buy an old dream?
Going for a song.
Or nearest offer.
I'll be sorry to see her go.
She gleamed in the light.
She shone in the night.
She ran alright.
14 Comments
Asphyxia Jan 11, 2007 8:25 am
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She lived her life
like a held breath
and when
finally
it burst open
there was no-one to hear
her gasps
to know if they were sobs
of joy or despair.
13 Comments
blank verse Jan 10, 2007 10:29 am
1578 Views
My poems rhyme
All the time
Except for when
They don't.
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Breakfast in hell. Jan 9, 2007 6:23 am
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Coffee's ready.
I take the pot
from the stove as
a bullet from the dark
spatters someone's dreams
across a classroom wall.
Stifling a yawn, I pour
a market-place of corpses
into my favourite mug.
A sip, too hot, I pause
to let the sobs of a freshly
violated child fade away.
My keys? Ah yes, beside the
shallow grave of..who?
I forget. I bite
the toast, the taste of
slash-burned wood bitter
to my tongue.
Another sip, another
bite, another landmine
severed limb clogs
the hall.
Through the door and
out, to lose myself
amongst the faceless
living and the nameless
dead.
11 Comments
Mea culpa Jan 8, 2007 5:53 am
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I made a mistake
the other day
and someone got hurt
badly
not by words
at least
not directly
but when I said
what I wouldn't do
something else
happened
and someone got hurt
and I can never
make it up
can never
make it right
the hurt is done
and the trust
is lost and though
the love
remains
it is not
what it was.

I made a choice
the other day
and you got hurt
badly
I said I wouldn't
come
not knowing
that he was there
that he'd returned
that he held your
gentle hand
in his
and broke it
and you don't blame
me
but I do
for you don't
see me now
as you saw me before
your look
has changed
as I have
in your eyes.

This is not
a poem
this is not
a plea
for help
nor forgiveness
this is
a cracked
mea culpa
that comes
too late
as such things
always do
it does not
heal you
it cannot
protect you
in your time of need
it only
stands
to remind me
of how
I lost
your trust.
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I'm leaving on a jet plane... Dec 22, 2006 3:02 am
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...and I know exactly when I'll
be back again. Work starts 8 Jan
but I'll be squeezing every last
drop out of my holidays and won't
come back until the day before.

This means I'll probably be out
of touch for the whole two weeks
as the local chieftains that rule
my home village believe the internet
steals your soul (could be right),
and so it is banned.

So when I'm sitting by the fire
tattooing the rites of passage
onto the face of another young
nephew, bringing the goats in
from the snows and raging through
the long cold nights in a blur
of moonshine fuelled ecstasy,
I'll spare a thought for this
little circle of firelight here
on the web, with its sages and
its healers and its philosophers
and its poets and its madfolk
and its fights and its warmth
and its comforting weirdness
and I'll smile.

May you all be brought at least
a little of what it is you most
desire.

...and in a blink ** he was gone.
11 Comments
To blog or not to blog. Dec 21, 2006 9:28 am
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As we can't post at the moment I've been leaving
comments on other people's blogs more than I
normally do. In a way it's like being locked out
of your house and forced to go visiting. I've
seen some blogs I haven't seen before and read
some interesting things. I feel as if 've been
looking out rather than looking in. So, all in
all, it's been a beneficial experience. So my
poll is:

Should we have a regular
"no posting - go visiting" day?
Yes, sounds like a good idea.
No, what a silly idea.
No, those weirdos out there scare me.
Stop this and go and do some work.
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