Monday, May 23, 2011

Set The Future Alight (there's a poetic death in it for you)

You are my favorite memory

A lane laid lengthwise along

The thoroughfare of my once

Imagined future – follow the

Lens as it lights on the end of

This abandoned boulevard

Where the cobblestone ends

Brambles beckon, a black and white

Beauty who calls with quiet kisses

A blazing world awaits, clothed in

Granite and given to seclusion

The path is your impressionist desire-

Transcendental, Empire builders make

Their marks, inasmuch as they are me,

Myself, I-

Along the glas cau, that green hollow

Now painted gray, runs my river

Once burgeoning and brimming,

A trickling, fickling, winnowing,

Flow, ancient, aged and

Weeping over round rocks, humbled

With the years of warbling, bubbling,

Breathing, living energy now cold-

The world, this World as it once was;

The lone oak at the confluence, calls

Out statuesque, a monument to monuments,

A stark reminder, as if set in stone, and

There, drawn from its heart, a cut so deep

Where life dripped thick and black, only

Left now on the wind, evaporated aspiration

These words-

“Take this…You shall wear it when you find Eden,

And when you return, I shall be your Eve.

Together we will live forever.”

-Silence is my disease…

Only the ocean waits...


Clint Mansell/The Fountain Sndtrk 'Work'

Thursday, September 23, 2010

As I Passed Linlithglow (one...last...time)

As I Passed Linlithglow

Last train home
I've got to be on it
Edinburgh is closed to me
All fog and chill and humidity
A rail squared, speed undetermined
As the lights dimming
As the lights between Bishopbriggs
And Falkirk High fade against
These tinted windows that frame-
Glasgow approaching and Croy
A whisper of luminescence along
A sea of hedgerows and inebriated brethren as
Queen Street calls, that long walk home
Along Sauchiehall, past pubs and princesses,
Pretty baubles from window shops,
Lifeless objects to Charing Cross look
Me in the eye, a little further on and
The red ringed Kelvingrove, monolithic,
Rugged sandstone and parapet's by four
Greet me between the tenement flats
I'm nearly home and winters wicked grip
Is whistling me a lullaby, here late at nite
When no one moves in pre-dawn light
A dawn that never comes, as the sun
Succumbs to a tilted persecutive at this
Latitude and my longitude corrected
An empty bed waits for me, one flight up
And then I flee to my dreams
For one last time, in Glasgow....

I cannae hear the ocean
Nor the Scotsman's brae
Nor Ibrox' roar
On an Old Firm Saturday...

Jan A.P. Kaczmarek/Finding Neverland 'Neverland (Piano Variation In Blue)'

Monday, December 14, 2009


Dig your metal in
pierce me deep and
Taste the sin
i don't remember
What it feels like to...feel;
i sense the creeping
Slow shutter speed movements
releasing little fingers that click
At receivers, optically challenged
myopic deceivers-
No signal, no signal, no signal!
just static and stars
The chill and the scars...

'Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all, and REVENGE IT WAS SWEET!'
The Raven or, A Christmas Tale, Told by a School-boy to His Little Brothers and Sisters
By Samuel Coleridge


30 Seconds to Mars/This Is War "Night of the Hunter"

One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge
One night to remember
One day it'll all just end, oh
(Je te crains comme le diable)

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

To The Death (Black, Black Roses)

A King of Promise
A Child of Doubt
A Prince of Passion
Now a Mute whose
Voice wants out...

You don't remember, nor do I, do I, do I, so why fight...

30 Seconds to Mars/This Is War "This Is War"

To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the Edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world from the last to the first

Sunday, September 06, 2009

I am not a dead man
Though at times
The life of me
Drains to join
The morning mist...

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Tis’ A Wavering Course (a full engagement)

Chalk it up to pursued perfection

Retribution made retrograde

Cacophony to mausoleum, O love,

You whispered louder than the sun-

While I slept you wept as my dreams

Cleaned out the attic scene then

Kissed your cheeks

Crossed the unknown sea

To a shore I’d never seen

I’ll be here, a place I’ve

Written in pages crafted out

Of a heavy despair and when

My vessel heaved hard to port

The knife in my back twisting

With lines of rust running down

My marooned frame, I settled

In the silence afforded in care

In a gully, a gulf, one filled by

The meek squawking of a bird

Whose breath no longer bears

A weight worthy to hear…

'Rain on the window pane. If I leave your body and also walk away in a dream, raise arches of rain, abandon the warmth of the bed, taste the salt of sea-water rolled to the horizon, the whole world accessible...'

Anne Hébert

20th Century French Poems - ed. Stephen Romer

so much wreckage, like Paul, shipwrecked but not marooned, Father send help...

Herr Luci

Now playing: Northern Room - This Wreckage
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Helpless (i am named and known)

My empty hands linger across the winter windowsill/ crystalline/ fogged/ frail/ I watch the West take her shape/ lithe/ tender/ tumultuous/ Worry calls my name/ replaces wonder/ What has transpired here/ whilst my once crystal spire clouds/ Catharsis come/ steady/ painful/ passioned/ Once a time upon my life/ I whispered love non-verbally/ messages/ signals/ selfish/ Forgiven and free/ my voice a weak echo/ promises/ failures/ sorrows/ I cannot remake the past/ nor should I believe that/ change/ abbreviation/ addendums/ Are solutions to questions not yet asked/ Father, these oceans rage/ my fragile hands are dusting clay/ break/ sculpt/ remold/ You speak in motions and motives/ come/ rise/ live/ I am relieved at Holy breath/ honest words that/ calm/ renew/ restore/ I am helpless in Your hands...

'Because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in our transgressions - it is by grace you have been saved...' Ephesians 2:4-5

'If you're loved by the King, live for Him, O live for Him'

Now playing: Ulrich Schnauss - Sunday Evening In Your Street
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sorge (this delicate embrace)

I drink too much coffee
European and bold
A taste like darkness over
Innviertel, and there are days
That I can’t breathe-
Like a Puritan pressing
I find lust tinged by the
Ungodly hour I wake
Wondering what this
Moment holds for Wien
But I am sure the S-Bahn
Runs at full speed
Dedicated passersby of
That magical city caught
In 1913-
There between the East
And Westerly winds
That carry her scent across
The wires and waves to
My place of solace and
Somewhere over the miles
And minutes,
As Mitteleuropa weeps for me...

In times when madcap Nature in her verve
Conceived each day a hatch of monstrous spawn,
I might have lived near some young giantess,
Like a voluptuous cat before a queen-

'The Giantess' - (The Flowers of Evil) Charles Baudelaire


The Fray/The Fray "Syndicate"

Half way around the world lies the one thing that you want
Buried in the ground, hundreds of miles down
The first thing that arises in your mind when you awake
Is bending you 'til you break, let me hold you now

Baby close your eyes, don't open 'til the morning light
Baby don't forget, we haven't lost it all yet

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Sound Of My Shipwreck

Faked, like love at last breath
Breathe it, break it, own it-
At midnight my children congeal
Pieces of flighty thoughts
Return on black wings over me
But at sea, nothing, caps and curls
The way your hair falls across my neck
At last breath...

You- at last breath, betray me, again and again and again and again...

The Almost/Southern Weather "Everything That Makes Me Sick"
NIN/Beside Me In Time "Beside Me In Time"

I am all alone this time around
Sometimes on the side I hear a sound
Places parallel I know it's you
Feel the little pieces bleeding through

And all this goes on
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
This goes on
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Now that I've decided not to stay
I can feel me start to fade away
Everything is back where it belongs
I will be beside you before long, and on,
This goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
This goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

We will never die
Beside you in time
We will never die
Beside you in time

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Purity, A Covering

Purity, A Covering

Color me cold
Artificial and unseeing
Blanket me in bold
Erratic and constrained
Where whispers weep
I’ve got the Devil in my hand
A dark angel undying to grant
A cool and cloying slumber...

Among one, a multitude, cacophony, catastrophe kisses, passionless wishes, sleep, sleep...

Herr Luci

Kaskade/Strobelight Seduction
'4 AM (Adam K and Soha Radio Edit)'

There's a way
O There's a way
I know
There's a way
O There's a way
I know that someday we will surely find it

Sunday morning watching the city sleep
Dreams are shining finding their wings on the nite