I woke up today
Wishing
For some giant star
Not too far from here
To explode and
Blow away our atmosphere

(and this could actually happen)

It was with great delight
That I saw
Thirteen billion lungs
Imploding
In homes
In shops
On the streets
In offices
At the stock exchange

I saw
Our precious little
Absurd world
Swiftly and
Absurdly
Reduced to nothing

I saw
Earth
Ruled by volcanoes
And meteors
Cleansed
At last
From all its organic scum

And then I got up
Checked sharesandstocks.com
And got ready for work

"This future racing toward us paralyzes the wallet and the brain"

Edited by Froggy Starlust on 01/30/07 04:40 PM (server time).

I love this.

"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis

I think I did
I think I might
but, to be honest,
I can't remember what I said that night
before those who saw me as a man
when I was still a boy

always


But maybe if we try
we could get it right
and maybe if we worked on it
we might come together tonight

but I'll probably leave it too late


I think that maybe you've got it right:
I've got one foot on the aeroplane
and when held up to the light
I will fade again
in front of you who saw me as a boy
when I wanted to be a man

for once


But maybe if we try
we could get it right
and maybe if we worked on it
we might come together tonight

but I'll probably leave it too late


I don't think I'll fall in love this time
I don't think I'll be your only one
just a face for your memories,
a name without a page.

to be honest,
I just want to see you cry my name
just once


But maybe if we try
we could get it right
and maybe if we worked on it
we might come together tonight
but I'll probably leave it too late


I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir

Why am I always so attracted to
Well-behaved
Idealistic
Super-stable
Girls?
It's starting to look like a curse

What bothers me
Is they regard me
As their messiah
When deep inside
I really feel like
Some random bastard

But what should I do?
Break their hearts
For no apparent reason
Or let them dream and dream
Till life do us part?

Playing husband
Is a tiresome struggle
That always leaves
The maudlin drunken libertine
Feeling guilty but longing for more

"This future racing toward us paralyzes the wallet and the brain"

I'll play the games that you've devised
Although, the rules are blurry
And, they don't make very much sense

See?

This doesn't serve the purpose of a game
For me

I'll soak the bile that you leak;
Accept that you can't help yourself
But, you will learn
When, I remember
What you thought,
Aloud,
All those years
From now

I'll push you where you want to be
Away from me
Though, I am tired
Tired of it all

All my effort going into a small hole
And, getting buried

Children will get married
When
There's nothing left to do
For, they need someone
Watching them
In every second -
Sharing triumph

I'd like to take you in my arms
But, you've become embarrassed by me
For this, you're disparaged by me
As,
I'm not sure how to raise you


"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis

hard fingertips caress my cheek;
it feels like being touched
yet, with the back of hands, so sleek,
it doesn't feel as such

close your lips over your wrist
it feels like growing up
then, cup your palm over your lips
it feels like blowing shut

my hand is like a battered pet
it flinches when it's grasped
it's also like a cigarette
it shivers when it's clasped

close your lips over my wrist
contain my heat, like cuffs
now, cup your palm over my lips
i feel like throwing up

"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis

my hand is like a road worker
it lays till it gets paid
it's also a desk warrior
when bored with work, it plays

"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis

Blimey love, more of that thanks!

I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir

In reply to:

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All my effort going into a small hole

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That's what happens everytime I have too many drinks at my best friend's place.

"This future racing toward us paralyzes the wallet and the brain"

My frustrations
Frustrate you

Because,
All my talents are useless
When applied to the world I'm living in

My allusions
Elude you

Because,
All my thoughts are feelings
And, you can't feel the point in that

"And don't call us Maltesers." - Marquis