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| AT THE FEET OF ST. PETER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Eleven years old Granted ourselves three wishes The first wasn’t told To add mystery to it The second one was An innocent stab at love The obvious third Endless goods Saint peter has paved The path to the gates of heaven With the final breaths Of eleven year old children Who suffered and hurt For no other cause than to Smooth out the way Without second thought |
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| BEING PRESENT AT THE DISCOVERY OF FIRE | THE BELLRINGER'S WARNING AND OTHER STORIES | |
| Like a performing dog Unnaturally frilled Taught from an early age What the public expect When to bark And when to smile against his will Cruelty at infancy Is set to remain A relearning of the rules Too late for effect Like a changeling Back among It's discarded shell Our youth spent on records Effing and blinding With all the best of them Left us unequipped Realising your bite At an age Inappropriate for it's use |
The king is in his palace he knows something’s
afoot Just this morning out the window all the signs were there One for sorrow, two for sorrow, three for sorrow etc. Last night he had a dream he’d a suit made of live bees. Last night he had a dream he’d a suit made of live bees Earlier from a paper cut a single bee flew out His valets at the door he’s got his ear against the lock He can hear the beads of sweat break out all across the king’s brow He’s made sure he’s been overheard on his day off in the tavern He wants all the locals to understand that he’s just one of them He knows when revolution comes that heads are going to roll Lately all his collars seem tighter round his neck There’s been meetings held by farmhands Factory workers and the like After hours and in darkness at the back of someone’s house Whispered anger without schooling can only lead to one approach They sat there sharpening the blunt end of their shovels into spears Turning anything traditionally used for work to keep them down Into arms against their master like a pack of angry dogs Our liege is stuffing all his gold coins frantically into his shirt Hoping somehow they’ll protect him as the villagers approach (They can not save you now) The jesters hanging in the basement with his coxcomb on the floor The tried giving many warnings but the riddles were too obscure The village elder stands before the king and his brethren fill the room A pink-eyed albino crow spews a black mass by his side They use the wood from the smashed up carriage And the throne to make the frame Of the gallows that will then be used to rid them of their king Passing by the city walls a stranger hears the roaring noise He thinks that it’s a festival but he has no business in that town The last thing the disgraced king sees as the noose goes round his neck Is a stranger walking away paying no attention to his death |
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| THE FUSING OF THE CONTINENTAL PLATES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| There is more music in the sound of your
sleepiness That i have ever heard from any instrument I hear the cells divide and the transport of oxygen You give an inkling as much as you're capable Surfaces don't keep things in They hold all else at bay Our lives metamorphisise And no-one even bats an eye I didn't quite catch what you said I was trying to plan a clever answer |
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| I SING WHEN SPEAKING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You work just to get the money To buy the alcohol To forget about work Not a good remedy All the repressed homosexuals Who married too young Target you because they see what they could've been If they hadn't made a balls of it Ringing in sick gets easier Every time that you do it They keep their ego between their legs And are uglier when smiling Their backs are to the wall when i'm around Though they're the ones like rutting stags Because a close friendship between two grown men Is very questionable Where sex is a four letter word The individual won't be tolerated Succumb on out to play Sing it with me: Fuck society Sung out of key |
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| LEY YOUR EYES ADJUST TO THE DARK | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The lord bestoweth unto me Black revelations of truths unseen I will return to themes of dust Like old friends awaiting welcome Please don't hold a hope for me We said in thought to one another Even knowing stands you in bad stead And i know it's always been Decreed up in the constellation I dream of you once in a while At least you're somewhere i can reach you Don't know where the next breath is coming from It's the only things that disturbs the silence The light dispells not every ghost I'll leave that up to memory |
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| THE NOTES DESTROY THE BOOK | PLACEHOLDER | |
| How great thou arthur Till the next day Struck gold with a lock-in Stayed drinking till dawn Then round to the early house Only managed the one I brutalized my humour To help keep from exile Time only stands in our way There's always some prick there to remind me About my dance moves Clink-clink fizz is for our breakfast Cock-crow comes with the dusk Time only stands in our way We are writing our books And forming our bands While someone else gets the round in In our hearts we know it all ends with Monday We plan to do it again. |
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| PITCHED BEYOND HEARING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| There were tears We had our share There was a time I thought dreaming had stopped In 1984 Could not remember anything Look forward to tommorrow To remember today I am making history The one-eyed cat down the road Smells the good luck on my hands He hears the purring in my throat We love the silence We love the noise Of our own lives taking place Under sorrow's heavy load The weight of fear across our backs Asphyxiating on the air Servile minds were to blame We both took what we were given Our hearts were waterlogged A secret knowledge passes between It does not take the shape of words There is language in our eyes |
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| SAVING BOYS FROM DROWNING | THE SLAVES ARE IN THE GALLEY, SHARPENING THEIR OARS | |
| When you just leave the room I can't help but love you more For the silence is too demanding When it's not shared in half Don't stay long away Please return I try making conversation With the objects in the house We're all awkward with each other We look to the door willing you to come in |
Why do you have to make yourself Fill every available space in the room You throw a look that sours the air Dilute your poison with your double-edged words You put a bowl down on the floor For me to eat the scraps that fall from your plate Is that a smile Or is that a smirk You can’t stand the freedom in my eyes I took the beatings for a while But saw the slaves were on my side, no I’m sparticus You eat your young for your breakfast So we laced you kids with arsenic, you’ve sure gone pale While you were clearing out your desk The interviews had taken place for you job By the smell of your breath It would seem That you’re dying on the inside Have you ever thought To finish the job I can give you some guidelines Try it. |
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| SORROW SVERVES TO SKIP HER | A SPELL CAST WITH FINGERS | |
| The temperature drops a few degrees Every-time you leave the room I can't help being jealous Of your internal organs And the proximity they have That I can never gain The air rushes to reach your mouth Gravity lingers long round your heels I want to collect the exfoliated skin From your bedclothes every morning And keep it for myself How can your eyes see so clear When everything's the same colour Distance doesn't apply Whether it's miles Or whether it's inches It all amounts to the same No measure for emptiness And thank christ for technology And the huge demand For mass communication Or I'd be really fucked There's no subsitute In anything manmade With desperate perfection For the faults in us |
We carried around This love like a still born child Just wanted for need Pall bearing it all day long The secret was kept Suffocating between our hands To keep up the game Our hands tightened round its neck But vapours arose And friends started turning away Couldn’t hide their disgust Or pity at the needless display Of an animal in pain That you can do nothing to help My hand slipped away Yours searched like talons for food I’d fear like a knot Of meat stuck hard in my gut Undigestible Without passing blood He’d cum raw as gravel That tore its way in to your womb The child clawed to stay in Like the secret in your hand Now it’s like a sentence Your pains just beginning |
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| THINGS ASLEEP IN THE SUN | TO KNOW ONLY LEAVING | |
| He’s alright with a few drinks on him He’s mister entertainment But on returning from a social engagement How does he stand himself You shouldn’t let yourself get too close to him He’s not right in the head He says its not the loneliness that hurts But the crowds of people who never touch you I’ve seen his likes before Inanimate objects sing softly to him About their colours and their loves And things witnessed over time spent Resting lazy on the earth I’ve seen his likes before Dead languages are known to him He’s eating off the floor and he’s playing in the dirt With all the babies Evolution saw him sleeping and decided it was best Just not to wake him |
The gallow crows' tears are a-falling Their little voices are raised in chesty song They doff their caps for you and all look down for fear of eyes The wind grew warmer just for you pleasure And whistled softly "lay low your sorry garb" And kissed the tears from the saddened faces And blew the frowns up into smiles "Now i could stay here or you could take me Back to the place where i do belong" Between the crow's wings and the wind's strength they took him off. |
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| WAS CHRIST AMONG US THAT NIGHT | WATCHING FILMS WITH THE SOUND DOWN | |
| And i know i’m taking notes And detailing the sound of your voice We’re at the start of a memory That i’ll hold deep in my heart There’s all these silences that are filling up the room With songs of love and trust We all knew we were not alone Invisible hands held our hands I found my finger back in his wounds Hoping he’d try and lead me astray Perhaps that’s all i’m waiting for I left the blood stain on my skin I felt i had just come across Something too pure for lying eyes The insects snuck into the house The sound of music there caught their curious ears Dogs curled at people’s feet Hands touched secretly, winks rippled the air We placed our hearts in a little pile And heard our fingers swell, swell from beating heat For each loss along the way There is something else arrives to take its place |
In the early hours when all is sleeping I’m sitting there trying to learn to smoke And i’m wondering what she is dreaming I will drink from her when she comes to see me I thus spend the night with her own english Playing with her words like plasticene In the working place they think i’m drinking But the bags beneath my eyes are full of love Will my nipples weep blood for children Who will never suckle from my breast For each step you take away from people You walk toward some more you’ve not yet seen |
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| WHILE I GATHER DUST | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Theres a lot to be said for silence And the sounds of thoughts at rest Lights are brighter in the dark You won't step on the toes Of dead relatives here Put out your arm and shake their hand Reading in the halflight Taking comfort in yourself Under the covers straining your eyes Old friends are best friends - familiarity breeds content Open a bottle of wine |
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| YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND ME IN THE TOILETS AT PARTIES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Another broken abstension promise I will be gee-eyed by the end of the night Before it's dark it's a bad memory in the making It's always those ones you remember so well Behind every single conscious second Is the idea assurance and rejection of loss I seem to spend my time in waiting rooms and chemists Do you have anything for the fear of pharmaceutical manufacturing company products Queueing up with all the old men on a sunday Waiting for our weekly dose of laxatives Existence based on defence mechanisms Designed to keep me safe from those i need the most When there's nothing going on in your life Ridiculous things become important You invent solutions problems and events to compensate Hidden details are essential I worry myself sick as a dog But animals are people too you know Stay awhile |
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