February 2011
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weary hands and salty cheeks
sink your broad blunt metal tooth into
dirt and stones and later rocks and clay
disregard birds chirps and swells of nearby vehicles
rumbling and washing past, out of sight
mouthfuls of mud split and tumble beneath my weary steel,
rocks clang woefully when struck pinning grief to me
much as sweat pins my clothes to unwashed skin
blisters develop relentlessly as friction dictates
the...
October 2010
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March 2010
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January 2010
41 posts
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Sprinter
Gravel was spurting outwards from the partially deflated tyres of the vehicle I was piloting, as we ate up miles of mountain passes in a terrifying fashion. The scenery was beautiful, sheer cliffs in hues of yellow, orange and red, the sky, a few shades lighter than cobalt blue, absent of any clouds whatsoever. Despite there being an obvious heat hanging locally, provided by the dominant sun, the...
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Hourglass
The sand spilt into formation below my parched feet; it was as if a cruel deity had placed me there to trudge through this desolate place to ensure hourglasses the world over would continue to trickle through the weight of my footsteps. It seemed like the sun was also playing its part, bearing down on my shoulders and glaring into my eyes if I dared to face it. This fiery beast toyed with the air,...
Grass stains and Constellations.
messersmasterful:
Sometimes, we are all just children lying on our weary backs, casting our eyes up at the stars. I think that we wish that somehow we could capture a little more of those celestial blips than just their tiny light which reaches our dainty pupils; I think we could be friends given the chance. As the minutes and grass stains accumulate on our faces and our backs, we sometimes...
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Second-course
Why is it
that you seem to
hate people who have
fat enhanced thighs and
little round eyes
oblivious
to it?
Is it because
one of them
managed to
buy all the sweets
from that little shop
on the corner
that one day in June
when you were next in line?
All you got
was half a loaf
of white, half a loaf
of grain and not even
half a cup of sugar
to take home to mother,
how mean.
...
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“my bright is too slight, to hold back all my dark.”
– br& nizzle
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my glasses
When i was a kid
and my hair was short,
sloping unevenly at the front
and sprouting like a lettuce
at the crown, my glasses and i
were inseparable.
Big and bulbous they lazily
rested on my little nose,
disproportionately,
and in the process left me
a little bug-eyed,
but my vision sharp.
They would accompany me
to quaint children’s
birthday parties
and more seriously
on...
cherry lips
messersmasterful:
It was by pure chance that you ended your evening
with a trip to my residence.
I knew immediately that you were a sweet little thing,
your silhouette gave you up
in the dim lights that accompanied the
dulcet tones
wafting from my tannoy floor-standers;
Your company would be
most welcome this evening.
Formalities were dispensed with
and we skipped ahead
to the part...
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“I’m sinking like a stone in the sea. I’m burning like a bridge for...”
– Tautou
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Horses
Metallic make-up drips about your;
arches, half-moon, slightly rusty
but boldly flaring outwards; doors,
bordered with blistering rubber,
panel shine however, persists; canopy,
slightly dulled, by persistent sky
leaks and sun leaks from between clouds,
even so, largely structurally intact.
Keys adorned with a crack-laden remote,
slip neatly into the sturdy ignition barrel.
Once cranked...
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January
Rain is lashing upon
the gleaming wet panes,
droplets collide and run
down the sleek perfected surface,
they’ll coalesce and progress.
Out of the puddles formed
water seeps into the
ground or runs atop clear,
the perfect course is not clear
but the sodden ground will bear
and give.
The ground will give.
04/01/08 mw
“They told me that the classics never go out of style but, they do, they do....”
sharp-coin
he always walked razor-rich
on the black sometimes grey
cobbled
streets.
he was the sharp-coin of ldn
city, representing always in
rhymes
+beats.
he never let his eyes cry or
even tolerated others tears
in his presence
or his abscence.
he just got and stayed tough
like his bumpy torso, skin
and no fat
justmuscle.
he was king for a few terms
b4 jesus missed him too much
andhe...
my one nine-ty, your bod-y
messersmasterful:
Well, honey you can be a square, set, and i’ll dream in my circles;
scratch that, i’ll step it up, i’ll make my visions spherical.
So whilst you’re admiring contained rectangles from acute angles,
in some newfangled primitive aspect ratio, two dimensional
making sure images are stretched beyond normal, far too tall,
i’ll have to refrain from mauling you, doll, for your...
Conc - Utter filth
dat musix.
“Victory is sweet, even deep in the cheap seats.”
Ethereal
“I want to feel the surge
of binary flowing,
no, coursing unceasingly
through my circuits
and miscellaneous processing modules;
to embrace the way
in which 1’s and 0’s
stream together to form
infinitesimally complex
and variegated structures,
without having to take moments of pause
as i struggle to conceptualise them
in the bounds of human language and sight;
to caress my...
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Golden Ticket
I carefully weaved my laces
in and out and
round and round.
My creased leather boots
creaked as i finally started pulling
rather harshly upon either end
until my finger tips burned a little,
sickly white, and i
finished the perfect bow;
i later learnt that
it wouldn’t matter
how well my boots were
attached to my stubby
feet, but i still took
some degree of pride in
the...
Carelessly dimpled cheeks
messersmasterful:
Some days, your face is full of scowls, and on others when weather is either pleasant or dire, your features soften a little; soft sentiment sometimes seem to spread from smooth trouble-free foreheads and carelessly dimpled cheeks, leaving arms full of hugs. Some days, i’ll string complex words together seamlessly and a tad extravagantly without even knowing where they came...
I'm and oil-man, see.
messersmasterful:
Arid outback country, home to trotting horses and their gentleman owners who sport a variety of finely tailored 3-piece suits; grey, black and blue. To accompany waistcoats, coarse facial hair, particularly well manicured masculine moustaches which flick or plunge about their owner’s features. Days are spent, on the grind, grinding for the viscous, densely black, somewhat sweet...
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Shutter down
messersmasterful:
A languid yawn surges through me, body trembles insignificantly. For a moment enceinte eye- lids shutter down and i entertain the notion of letting them lock up for the lonesome night. (It’s only 6pm) So, with the deliberately sluggish co-operation of brain cells and nerve impulses willing to brave the synapse journey, the order is given to raise the pair of blinds sworn to...
Tips
Fingertips flounder before they slink;
false moves abound, upon your skin.
I am artless
and askew.
So my maladroit fashion is me;
it seems the devil denied
my wish for absolute
dexterity.
I must learn
the hard way.
mw 22/03/08
“plz read frm sheeet, i am, sofa king.”
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Boyz II men
messersmasterful:
Screams are strewn amongst fields, empty streets and buildings full of bodies. Bouncing amongst the heavy rubble and blades of grass, in places meshed with blood; the once heroic dreams of boys stumble onwards. Sullen browns and greens hang about their shoulders, torsos and faces, sometimes red is allowed, if it is accompanied by a bullet hole; bright blues or pinks and...
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Obsidian.
messersmasterful:
This is what i wish was true and further, what i hope for when my eyes, are alive, darting from point to point, a more striking blue than ever, transfixed on the snow and sea of stars in our obsidian sky:- Unbridled knowledge, that those hungry to know are fed and as a result accrue the integrity the most dilligent of our fathers promised us. Complete tolerance that we may...
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A pair of motorcycles
I once heard a weathered polish man,
of approximately sixty-eight years,
recount an experience from a camp.
One barely in it’s youth.
“I had seen men, women and children marched
into a solitary building standing surrounded
by the various other constructions where
we were housed. Being inquisitive and perhaps
foolish, i scaled the meagre building.
Once on the roof, made of...
Squares
Just the other day i chanced upon a map.
This map was quite the curious creation;
perhaps curious is not the correct word.
Regardless, it contained a number of
squares and places. These squares were
solidly blocked out in either red or
green, both standing proudly from the
burgundy countries they inhabited. Now,
this may not seem entirely remarkable
yet, until i describe the symbol which...
December 2009
6 posts
How to eat Chocolate.
In the cullinary excercise of the day
we are to explore how best to appreciate
the common currency of the world -
Chocolate.
Firstly, to really garner the true
expanse of flavour held within this
bark-toned substance, we must clear
our palette. A simple drink of water
will most likely suffice, drink it up.
I’d like to also mention the wisdom
found in refraining from other foods...
The delightful Archer Humingdale.
Sodden yet euphoric
i slipped inside.
Mild noxious fumes
poured from a selection of
lit beakers, some cyllindrical
in form, others spherical.
Cautiously i stumbled closer,
inquistive of the brightest
two chalice like containers;
now equidistant from my position.
For a moment i fancied my Sophie, frown on face.
Yet, amid the numerous vials
i found myself impenitent
of my vulgar habits....
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I used to have a lot of hope,
but lately, it’s diminishing.
Slowly weaned by the world on
a diet of disaster and death
and
the realisation that when
my age is not quite as tender
as it is now,
there will be nobody left.
It then follows that,
as many of my anscestors have
and those that follow me will,
i leave a part of myself
in my words.
Perhaps five years ago i would
have...
Chocolate Croissant 2-pack
Part 1 of 2
You
were the first,
the beginning.
I took you from your purpose made
transparent plastic container and
left your sibling there amongst
your crums and flakes, likely to
be consumed at a later date.
You sat delicately on four of my
greedy and somewhat ghostly fingers
as i transported you to my seat.
I then with care, rivaled only by
the handling of a cherished childhood...
M.A. Hallward
Nobody really knew this man,
he was quite the solitary creature
often absorbed and drawn into the arts.
You should have seen the way his eyes danced
with the moving pictures he spent his hours with.
The way his pupils toyed with the spectrum,
the way the cobalt blue in his eyes held a simple elegance
as they darted about insatiably.
He was never one for mornings, unless he was sleeping,...
Utter Filth
We spout words wastefully
indulging in our apparent
gifts, in our unique appearance.
When in reality it is apparent,
that we are of little consequence.
One death here, calamity. One sun
shatters
over there and perhaps a billion
or p’raps a trillion lives
are stamped out as if some
cruel thug is battering the
orange red spark out of
his filthy cigarette, with his
horrid smutty...