Current Residence: Quiet corner of PJ
Favourite genre of music: Symphonic melodic black power death metal
Operating System: Linux
MP3 player of choice: Ogg123
Shell of choice: Bash
Personal Quote: A mouse? It lives only in a house.
A twin spark heartWe're almost home, I say to her as she sleeps.A twin spark heart by ~kkog
At a hundred miles an hour on empty motorway
what was cut and blasted during day
becomes empty gray parting black.
The moon is veiled over my right shoulder.
Dials burn red, red into night
Then the glaring blue of a misplaced xenon filament, oncoming
And the flat ribbon of river becomes
a steel sheet glimpsed under moonlight
as the road slips beneath my rumbling tires.
The Wind And CranesNow the wind screams down glass canyons throughThe Wind And Cranes by ~kkog
brickwork veins through
as motherfather sleep on the bench with oldcoat blanket.
The wind screams through crane lattices
scarem off the streets.
Night's too long and too cold here
she's keening, doesn't mean much baby
quarrels and affirmations aren't from seven stories up.
When I see down there a woman embracing one unseen
like she's dancing, yeah damn nice number when I only hear the wind screaming
then puffs a fag and goes off pushing a babycart
and two girls holding hands holding arms holding tight
kisses another on the head like lover sisters
walk off filled with love into the night.
Days That BleedI don't sleep.Days That Bleed by ~kkog
Not since I pulled back
and found not epiphany but
Like how she bleeds
feeds the bare earth,
that wine ichor that spills
and overflows her heart's boundaries.
Through my eyes of cracked marble.
Amid the white,
little streams of red.
Full Moon LoverFull Moon Lover by ~SeaWeasel
The moon was full.
A ripened belly filled with life and
be-speckled by the spotted clouds
of a moderate winter-spring night.
And I drove on
respecting it and admiring
the beauty with which it burst
I thought of that moon
fused with you, two full moons,
a stunning gray shade of blue.
Striking and lovely, they
cast their light all around me
penetrating the thickness of dark
that I had bathed in,
that surrounded me.
With your light, I drove on
a road twisting to the inside of
your thigh, my car:
my hand caressing and moving
deliciously towards your center,
where I found you.
Crescent, our hands melted into
one, and we wept our love quietly.
And the moon was full
as we were full of our own light.
Like her, we ripened, and
we were be-speckled by the clouds
drifting through our hair
on a moderate winter-spring night.
Autumnally CloserAutumnally Closer by ~SeaWeasel
I have stumbled:
For days, for years, for a lifetime.
Longer than I've known you,
longer than I've held you,
I've traipsed about through the clouds
and lost myself in
my own heavy mystery.
I have crumpled beneath and into it,
and stained my clothing blue (with sky),
and ripped my jeans
while tangled in the thorns of the firmament.
It is incomprehensible.
I cannot count the mistakes I must
befall before I make it
back down from space
to your twisted, terrestrial tree
blooming plum flowered kisses
out of a benevolent earth,
and growing upwards toward me.
Filthy hands sticky with sweat
grasp, limb for limb, as you
spiral towards me,
leading me away from
treacherous blue sky fantasies,
nightmares of my own mind's making.
Your leaves blush red
and fall, as I fall…
Autumnally closer to me.
We return to the dirt,
nest in a sea of our own leaves,
and whisper our windswept blessing:
"I love you."
I Was Alone.I was alone.I Was Alone. by ~SeaWeasel
Every creak of exposed wooden beams,
And the soothing hum
Of the refrigerators intermittent buzzing,
I alone heard these sounds.
Within my castle of thought,
Secluded inside staccato moments of
Silence & reflection,
I dwelled alone upon the emptiness
Of my family tree,
And dined upon the fruit fallen.
Looking for memories to transition me
From black and white to color.
I was alone in my grey skin.
Progeny of a now dead man,
Funeral pyres of burning memories,
Ones I never knew.
Weeping for the priests naiveté,
In assuming I know the rosary.
Alone, computer lit and woozy.
No better moment for inspired change:
Redefining and claiming my body,
Within my own parameters.
Ink, needle, and barking dogs
On the walls of the New York subway.
I was alone. I was etched with memories.
And I alone smiled. I alone owned this moment.