I've been all over the place the past few days and every friend that I have talked to has said the same thing, "You need to write." They're right. I have the curse, the need to create visions with my words and connect with any one willing to take time and read them. So here's the deal this Blog was created a while back to collect the artistic style of my writing and I think I'm ready to make it open to the people.
I'm going to start pulling out some of my old writing and throw them up here as well, my art my photos all of it. So let me start by linking you to my Bionic eye and leaving you with a few of my old school poems that are just tongue and cheek and see where that leads us shall we?
Bionic eye
Simon's Pretty Pretty
A lovely She
Sweet angel face
Chocolate aphrodisiac
just want a tiny taste
Luscious dessert tray
pass her round this way
I'll take a little of this, a nibble on that
thick and rich, watch her twitch
A lovely She
Love to taste that peppermint stick
watch it wag behind those cherry lips
I wanna cheat, I wanna lie
don't worry baby I'll lick the tears away when you cry
Steal her away, my sweet tooth set on over drive
She is the sugar buzz
giving me the sweetest thrill
Dear berry tart be my love
all night long till the dawn
or till I'm done
Sticky fingers and whipped cream dreams
lick it clean Cumming to the end
Desert tray pass her round this way
A lovely, She
Welcome Home Nightmares
I listening now as my stereo plays
Melancholy bliss...
The bliss that I see in the distance
of the distant open window, I can hear it,
the heart beat of the city as traffic
rushes though it's arteries and veins
There is a fair round the corner,
and from the birds eye view atop my roof
I can see the lights of the ferris wheel
an amidst all this, all this fucking maddening bliss
all I can think of is your face
Yes your face because I miss thee
Of course, why else you fool
this fool falling in love with the world again
Memories of and us and we everything that was
Trying to claw my way through the present to the past,
becoming mad, madly
I miss you madly my sister, sister insanity, it never stops
I beg you please stop
stop for and instant to take in the delights
All sights all sounds, because it will never happen again
So lick it up today and never tomorrow,
it’s just to fucking faraway
Stop and smell the flowers, but don’t eat them
they are poisonous, which would mean the hellish end
No not the end, not right now, goodbye tend to fallow
Goodbye’s never say them, it means never again,
and there is always the possibility of again
So never goodbye but till the next time
Till then my brother, my sister, daughter, son, mother, father, lover
I lust thee all
Never want to go, the stillness is to sacred
as the veins keep pumping and the ferris wheel keeps turning
From this birds eye view enjoy it while you can
Take time, don’t waste it and smell the flowers
but don’t eat them, they’re poisonous
1 comment:
Nice.
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