Breathe

beyond good and evil

kissing the lipless no longer

I want it to snow so we can make snow angels and forget

about every useless thing

breathing is the solution

becoming one with desires and dreams

autumn lovers

doing it how it should be done

breaking down the walls

breaking away from

every

single

wasted

day

Poetry #3

Night Lovers

in the blink of an eye we can disappear

out of reach as if we never

existed

in the first place

eternity in a sunrise

eternity in her eyes

these feelings wont last forever

one day they’ll be gone

but as long as we

have tonight

then nothing else matters

Poetry #3

Myst

Her beauty slithers through the night. She’s champagne, bubbling beneath a crescent moon. She comes around without warning. A warm soul, burning with a passion when others are just so lifeless. The spice in her veins. The truth of her footsteps. On thin ice, we dance because we mean it. We bleed because we feel it. In a pretty dress, she’s just herself. Pain and embarrassment, not denied but remembered. All those days of shame, scrapped off and cast aside like trash. Truth and honesty, more sensual than a million painted faces. The nature of who she is, more real than a world full of shadows. It’s in her chemistry. In the way she smiles without fear. Those timeless moments of time, when she brightens even the most hopeless of souls. To dream yourself away. To be in her arms with everything else left behind. Cold winter mornings, alive like the love in her eyes. We shiver like black eyed dogs, and although we’re little more than strangers, we become as one through the language of the soul. Together we are blameless. Through devotion to a greater cause, we shine brighter than a billion dying stars. Tongue tied through butterflies. Mirrored like angels, swimming in a sea of catastrophe.

Lucid

Heaven Scent

Distant galaxies. The gaze of her eyes. Stars and planets, drifting in eternal darkness. Love like snow, falling upwards towards the clouds. Flashing lights. Flowers in the rain bouncing like cigarettes. A sequence of events that comes together like bombs upon a fading eastern town. Cold and wet graveyards. Dead leaves on the dirty ground. Zig-zag patterns on a carpet. Arms around each other with fate calling from somewhere unseen. In a mound of dirt, hope is buried along with the morning dew. In a box of secrets, the key to future romance swells beyond recognition. The steam of innocence. The crumbling facade of indifference. Screaming trees. Babies and wolves howling to the new born moon. In heaven, everything is fine. In hell, we damn ourselves with ill-discipline. Torn fragments of warmth. Chattering teeth. Fear of birth. So many nights that have become nothing. Echoes of future past, haunting with ease. Figures on a sixpence, spinning in the gutter. The perfume of a lover, gushing like temptation. Cheating hearts and tainted flesh. In a pool of desire, we come undone to cute birdsong. We feel alive with the words of our saviour. Rock and bone. Little slices of death. Give yourself to enlightenment. To cherubs and dwarves. Smoke a cigarette, and swallow any reservations. In the court of no one in particular, we often come apart. The child inside, crying out to be saved. So many loose ends. So many waves, just begging to be surfed.

Abstract

Useful Is Beautiful

broken

be beautiful beneath a

sinking sun

cling to winter leaves as though each one were a secret

waiting to be told

let the soulful ones

get beneath your armour

let them break apart everything

you ever tried to protect

breathe in freedom

surrender to all that makes you hurt

the only way is through

in the arms of a lover

and

in the arms of faith

we all break down, it’s about how we stand up again

god knows we do it often enough

Poetry #3

Just A Girl

these bees, they swarm between hazy minds

she’s just a girl

and I’m just a boy

from smile to smile a crow quickly flies

 these days, they swim across

loves hushed hands

caressing the ones that needs undressing the most

shards of shards

bodies coming together

spirits glistening like snow

we laugh and we want, because that’s how we feel

eyes alive

and hearts burning like trees in a raging fire

my darling tonight

just hold me tight

Poetry #3

On Aphex Twin

JournalofaLonelyPlagueLover:

A great piece of writing on one of my favourite artists by my friend of twenty years.

Originally posted on jimmicampkin:

I can remember the first time I heard an Aphex Twin song, and it would go onto become my favourite – a song that I would carry with me were I stranded on a desert island with only seven songs to occupy me for the rest of my life.  In 1999, whilst groin deep in nu-metal and teenage insecurity, I saw ‘Windowlicker‘ on MTV.  It was not love at first sight, but the briefest glimpse towards a new reality, a fast moving train passing through a station.  This strange and bizarre record confused me at first, but enough to want to see and hear it again, and in 1999 it was his breakout hit.  The stuttering beats, the ambient waves of sound and the constant clockwork groan of a distorted voice – I’d never heard anything like this before.  And then there was the video.  A disturbing satire…

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