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    Mood: ZZzzzz,,,...___

    ...Created 2009-10-27 00:28:57

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    Mood: Thinking...

    I'm totally over posting poems so every Tom, Dick & Harry can read them. Instead, I'll slap one or two here and there into this journal... yeah?



    'Cataluna's Song'


    She forgets
    what excess means, gorges herself
    on sleepless nights and pills from some back-alley dealer,
    tunes her bruised guitar and sings of endless light in BarcelonaŚ
    where the boys are bold and the women rule the art of flamenco
    and paella. It's there, she says, where passion and virtue
    are entwined and familiar: a black cat's fur
    on a white leather couch.

    Sing of the road and watch the stars revolve, she'll always sayŚ
    for this night is tattooed upon all our fingertips: green eyes and red earth
    a marriage of perfection and fluid hips, of temptation being a shrine
    to anoint with fevered lips.

    Bring an ocean with you, and know this world
    forgets while she tries to sleep.



    21/10/09

    __________________________________________________________________

    This is an accompaniment to Cataluna and Her Strings - Cataluna, to me, being a female personification of the Catalonian region of Spain, and also the brand name of my first ever guitar, haha. Also, I'm part Spanish and its history, culture and food has always appealed to me (along with Greece and Italy, but that's a side-note).

    Um, I wrote this today at work and fiddled with it constantly. It's funny - how it evolved from two five line stanzas to how it is now: a sonnet as such (being fourteen lines), but with buried rhymes instead of end-liners (which I'm not a big fan of because they're so damn cheesy and clunky and obvious, eh).

    Anyway, damn, I ramble.
    I have a million pm's to deal with...
    Spot ya later, gator.

    ...Created 2009-10-21 00:57:35

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    Mood: Relaxing



    'long bay picnics'


    sunflowers
    midori, patched
    blanket under
    cliff face
    tree
    and it is
    silent~silent
    reverie, this

    union of
    light and
    cloud
    soft
    ocean
    vines
    trailing over
    our
    looking
    glass


    18/10/09


    ...Created 2009-10-17 22:08:07

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    Mood: Relaxing



    'long bay picnics'


    sunflowers
    midori, patched
    blanket under
    cliff face
    tree
    and it is
    silent~silent
    reverie, this

    union of
    light and
    cloud
    soft
    ocean
    vines
    trailing over
    our
    looking
    glass


    18/10/09

    ...Created 2009-10-17 22:05:01

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    Mood: Lazy


    'long bay picnics'


    sunflowers
    midori, patched
    blanket under
    cliff face
    tree
    and it is
    silent~silent
    reverie, this

    union of
    light and
    cloud
    soft
    ocean
    vines
    trailing over
    our
    looking
    glass


    18/10/09

    ...Created 2009-10-17 21:24:53

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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    ...over it.
    time to go underground.
    *digs*

    yes, i need a break from this place.
    it's a periodic thing. or maybe it's male p.m.s,
    who the fuck knows... or cares.


    'pantomime'


    this day should be quicker; a soft turn of ankle to
    sunlight reminds me of the month i never visited rome
    loaded up on euros and the scent of adventure winding
    through the clouds that look somehow like dean and monroe
    entwined in some bizarre position best shielded from nine
    year old eyes which only want mama to come home, for each
    weekly cheque to mean something more than a barely filled
    fridge and an empty belly to take to school and back.

    this day should be endless; wildfire and sky and desire
    should meet in a summer explosion of cum and satin sheets
    and mandarin skins you would throw in my face because
    you say this lack of laughter is unholy and the cause of
    crusades filled with grumpy old men too concerned
    with mana and power over a game of charades
    and i would believe you.

    bella, come take me home.


    14/10/09

    p.s. pm me here or hit me up on facebook. but don't leave messages on my page here... call it a privacy thing, yeah?

    nods.

    ...Created 2009-10-15 00:15:31

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    Mood: Straightening things out...


    ...over it.
    time to go underground.
    *digs*

    yes, i need a break from this place.
    it's a periodic thing. or maybe it's male p.m.s,
    who the fuck knows... or cares.


    'pantomime'


    this day should be quicker; a soft turn of ankle to
    sunlight reminds me of the month i never visited rome
    loaded up on euros and the scent of adventure winding
    through the clouds that look somehow like dean and monroe
    entwined in some bizarre position best shielded from nine
    year old eyes which only want mama to come home, for each
    weekly cheque to mean something more than a barely filled
    fridge and an empty belly to take to school and back.

    this day should be endless; wildfire and sky and desire
    should meet in a summer explosion of cum and satin sheets
    and mandarin skins you would throw in my face because
    you say this lack of laughter is unholy and the cause of
    crusades filled with grumpy old men too concerned
    with mana and power over a game of charades
    and i would believe you.

    bella, come take me home.


    14/10/09

    ...Created 2009-10-13 23:22:55

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...


    ...over it.
    time to go underground.
    *digs*

    ...Created 2009-10-13 00:37:40

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    Mood: Juggling Tasks


    'saffron'


    desire
    needs no notation
    simply a scarf
    to wrap around your belly
    if for no other reason
    that it makes
    no sense

    heave stars
    and sprinkle berries
    into a bowl
    draw the curtains
    close
    and forget
    there is darkness
    here

    here, a dune erodes


    12/10/09

    ...Created 2009-10-12 03:25:47

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    Mood: i can rhyme too, muhfuka XD



    'manifesto'


    with no reservations, no straitjacket to hold me in
    because reason becomes insanity and no becomes a yes
    if only you let it consume you, beat you down into one helluva mess
    named unrequited desire and empty expanses of flesh

    there should be a world where satisfaction is queen, no less
    where flames and ocean and the dirt of our bodies can co-exist
    so that we may shout to the rooftops while perfoming parkour in paris
    or jump the canals and bridges lining a sinking and stinking venice

    sew every word together to form a speech of no set equation
    of sugary beats meant to destroy etiquette and illusion

    ______________________________________________________________

    ...Created 2009-10-09 17:35:09

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