Because today I was angry at men

What is an antonym for ode?
I don't know, but I'll lament in feminine sorrow against frustrated love.
you, my suitor, make me choke, same shit different dick.
If only your crime could be legitimately tried, not suffered alone in my swollen eyes, your swollen pride.
She will not suffer me but I'll grow sick and green until you can no longer suffer my stench.
Does female beauty exist in eyes, deeds or hearts?
Mine falls at your first hurdle.
I'm too proud to compete. Not in this wretched contest, for what prize?
A heart I could never possess, a love for which I was never eligible.
If frustrated love is all men seek then let me freeze, relent to inertia.
I'll ape her obsequious lies, posturing in your cold sunlight-
 silhouette of defeat.
the death of my faith in truth, love and thee



©2010

Feeling like Ophelia

Today i'm feeling like Ophelia
struck down lunar strike
flag stone miseries
grey slate rip tide
today i'm feeling like Ophelia
unhinged
fractured light
sign posts back to sanity
warm breath
warm night

© 2010

I keep myself for myself


Dreaming of Walnut, Opals and Pearls


© 2010

The Lovely Eggs

Oh! So Twee

Even this TEA is pleasuring me!


I could ALMOST crack a smile

© 2010

Manifesto

I want to be outside and to move freely. To talk with strangers and make friends. To be near water and breeze. To wear thin cloth and to be loved. To ride my bicycle and smile at the people and animals I pass. To be understood and to understand. To be OK with being misunderstood. To live through books and to write them. To grow green life and live on its sustenance. To be charismatic and to be charmed. To laugh uncontrollably. To drink strong coffee and eat too many sweet berries. Let the seasons wash over me and the thoughts sail through calmly….
On cold days sunbathe; on hot days give warmth.




©2010

Pensive Limbo Vigil

A pensive limbo vigil

Tempered by grey skies 

  you tingle upon my lips, a promise I keep for myself alone.

 for you I’ll feign goodness and light, until they become ‘me’

And we are love.

Look at my garden, eat my green things and grow intoxicated by these sweet berry scents.

Be my everything today.

Night rain window sill serenade

Sleep.

Let’s over whelm each other

Let lust feed us, leave food for the lonely

Taste my tears when you are thirst

Your sweat will quench mine

© 2010

Untitled

sLOwly SkInNInG cITRUS segMEnts

© 2010

Untitled

Lunar Silk-Looms spit arsenic babble

forming threads for ascetic mendicants

we wander through the orchards with breath scented like lemon leaves

kissed by dusk.

These sweet sounds make me want to suck my finger, eyes closed

© 2010

FRUIT

An unusually still morning, promising the habitual busyness of boredom.
Today instead of looking and not seeing, i dived into the muddy depths of reason and heard an unholy spectres malign breath whisper 
 "we are a long time dead".
If i tell you this without smiling will you give credence to my longing?


© 2010

Fin

THE END

WE LOST OUR WAY.

AN INSUBORDINATE TO THE MUNDANE, I STAY HOME TO WRITE TRAGEDIES.

DROWNING IN ABSTRACTION

© 2010

CAMBRIDGE

Narrow path travelled in sorrowfully sweet solemnitude

solipsistic musings

Aurelia smiles

Bicycle clatters, conifer haloed steed

Observed in warmth and given to giving it

feeding each glance with an indolent pose of serenity and self love

arbitrarily nomadic, betrothed to the soil

© 2009

Lillith

I'll brave the dark forest to reach my birthing meadow

Torn by each brutal thorn, reeling and weeping

pallid body

naked, bleeding

cold.

Nettle stung ankles

my soul: seemingly sold

Nightfall arrests this most futile of quests and i sink deep, into the moist warm soil

forgotten, in this curs'd warren

forlorn and downtrodden

the SUCCUBUS descends...

asphyxiates my senses, night terror, relentless.

I choke and gurgle spittle laments, prayers

DULL STARES.

I AM MAGGOT MEAT.

The bracken sambas and the Banshees shriek

© 2010

oN aNimals

Dark horrors, my heart tremors

bleeding eyes and Kestrel feathers

Punctured Lungs, Vacuum breath

Throat sliced Tracheal death

Dark horrors, my heart tremors

bleeding eyes and Kestrel feathers

Punctured Lungs, Vacuum breath

Throat sliced Tracheal death

Dark horrors, my heart tremors

bleeding eyes and Kestrel feathers

Punctured Lungs, Vacuum breath

Throat sliced Tracheal death

© 2010

Untitled

If Spring was lust, then Autumn is romance

© 2010