

forgive meForgive me but I would like you to be quiet now. I want your lips in a horizontal line of flesh Touching like polite faithful strangers at sunday mass.forgive me
I would like you to breathe slowly to the rhythm of time And forget you ever kissed me. We could then go back to neutral coffees and smiles.
Forgive me if I think it was better before we knew About eachothers pores and sores, Before you knew the way I love and before I learnt to doubt you.
Stay silent, please! Sound makes me trust you. And if you whisper I will follow Into the storm of touch and turns,  


floor doorFound a door in the floor the other year! All blue and heavy like my heart With tangled vines of green for frames And in the middle seven limes, All stuck together against swirls of thorns and rye.floor door
The metal lock was rusting in cold shivers of decay And the key had died inside it like some prisoner of war Losing its leg to time and solace.
I want to open this door, hear it roar freedom Throughout the tyranny of silence! I want my heart to break out!
But my arms are too weak My fingers too shy with trembling prints. I struggle to move, I have no


seaside hermitI can see boats sailing around my iris, Fish swimming past my pupils Under the algae of lashes,seaside hermit
Between the edges of sight.
I hear tides that swell and flood, I touch their waves and taste the salt, I blink down sunsets, dream up storms And in the summer I drink light.
I am the port of my perdition And I am anchor to my fiction. My mind once crashed into my heart...
(And ever since I picture boats, I murmur verse and feel my thoughts)
I trace the journeys of my love Collect the debris of my wrecks, I sleep with shadows


evening armisticeEvening armistice at last!evening armistice
I am the last of the cavalry as I gallop Through the galvanized grounds of our misfortune, Like a shadow of scars, like a bleeder of faith.
The corroded crest of my calamitous past Scratches my ribs and infects me with doubt, As I ride far from heaven and a mile past eleven. The morning's turned dusk for I am defeated I am limp and depleted of everything, anything, Past recognition, mere subject of fiction.
My bridges I've burnt and I've indulged in my passions, Exhausted my rations and succumbed to affections -
All hidden


Friend.You're always here to help me out, No matter how mad I am or how loud I shout. I'm so lucky to have you here, To take away all the sadness and fear.Friend.
You always take away the lonliness, You always get me out of this mess. You alway know what noone understands, You always give a helping hand.
And if you ever need me, I'm always here, No matter how far away or how near. Just say the word and i'll come running, I hope you know I'd do anything
I'm not sure how to thank you, For everything you've done and do. I only hope we never grow apart, &nb


revision: love is what we needrevision is my religion got to struggle, got to keep up x and y combine to make z got to remember, have to retainrevision: love is what we need
facts and figures theories and mythologies imagination or inspiration culture the knowledge inside
my revision guide is my bible got to keep the faith, got to learn othello's theme of jealousy blends into reality; have to stop
language and literature indivualistic approaches no, learn the already-worn path so as not to stray too wrong
my revision plan is my calander mapping out my future structuri
Devious Comments
Glad to hear your well, hope to hear from you soon
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Please check out my prints: [link]
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... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?
Please check out my prints: [link]
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One good reason.
- PsoBloke (John)
Check out Everything Sucks to find out why they rock so hard.
i appreciate it. {:
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when the going gets weird. the weird turn pro.
-hunter s. thompson
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i dont mean to sound cold, or cruel, or vicious, but i am, so thats the way it comes out.
-bill hicks
holy smokes goddamn and all ye falling candles of heaven smash.
-jack kerouac
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DEVIANTART! Nowhere will you find a more wretched hive of scum and villany...we must be cautious.
Maybe men all got one big soul that everyone's a part of. All faces are the same man....one big self.
great to have some flickers of inspiration to justify the backness
glad to see my absence has not deterred you from reading my lines!
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One good reason.
- PsoBloke (John)
Check out Everything Sucks to find out why they rock so hard.
Keep up the good work!!
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I am not here.
Hopefully life will settle soon and you can get back to writing
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I miss writing but I lack the patience and the time to bring new material to light...once the "hecticity" of settling down is done I hope I will be able to re-claim my spot in the amateur poetry ranks.
Take care and keep up the quality snapping
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Congratulations
Hope your new start will bring new inspiration for you
Look forward to reading more of your work soon.
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And thank you for congrats...for getting married I presume
Take good care!
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Congratulations !!! for you know what ?
COUNTRY ????
Brian
news though...I got married on the 3rd of jan'06
will move country of residence n all...maybe that will provide inspiration!
take good care and sorry I've not kept in touch
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hope everything's ok with you.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your work when you get the time to update.
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