Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Bony ends wracked with pain,
Twisted into an obscenity.
Burning with shame inside,
Cursing my apparent destiny.
Hobbling and wobbling along,
Every step an arduos journey,
Sapping the mind's strength,
Inflaming the soul's vitality.
No person can feel,
No person can contemplate,
The void of honour in such a life,
To live on with such accursed traits.
Oh God above, on thy holiest of seats!
Why does thou curse me?
Smiting me with thy mighty palm,
Entombed in seemingly eternal misery.
The worldy physical gifts are denied me.
But what i honour i have, i hoard.
Releasing what light is left to my soul,
Flaying the masses with my thought.
9:29 PM
Thursday, January 10, 2008
no fun. life's empty.
1:13 AM
Monday, January 07, 2008
Writing. And crossing it out.
Words. Born of sooty ink,
Only to be annhilated,
Wiped out,
By thy own flesh-hoard.
There doesn't seem to be a way,
Any way, to put it down.
No right method to untangle
These damnable twists and turns.
No strength to break the walls.
Speech crosses Thought.
Colliding in splendid calamity.
A pink tangled mass,
Lathered in foamy spit.
But the cat didn't do this.
Your eyes. Cool and Brown.
Like an Autumn's breeze blowing in Winter.
Inspiring the best the pen can give,
And yet, twisting the nib,
All at the same time.
5:46 AM
