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It's not like you are on stage (poetry)

2009-09-18T23:22:07Z

That vibrant
Color,
Hair flipped round
Taste and perfume,
A touch glanced

It's not the same,
You are separate now
You are departed

More part of your stage
Than you are of here
More an act
More theater
More mask.

That sight,
Movement
In spotlight shone
Light that danced,
Reflection on flesh.

Gone now, taken
What you once were
Beaten.

This is the art
of the spirit
That separates,
departs.

More part of my mind
Than the
parts of my soul

Distant,
Black and White,
Fading.

The faces of ghosts (poetry)

2009-08-21T21:28:02Z

The faces of ghosts are the faces of those you have wronged,
That catch your eye, hold you for a second,
But are nothing more than strangers on a busy street.

The haunting is yours,
Your silent partner that walks with you.
Whispering.

In sleeps deep torments you awake, once more
To the sounds of cries, to the buzzer of the alarm
Too early.

Make them puke on your noise (poetry)

2009-08-10T20:25:10Z

Let it stick in their craw,

Let it settle like bad Tapas,

As you write

Imagine their guts wrench

As each word is expressed

Let them express their lunch

Champagne and organic vegetables

Let it all come up and out

Allow your vowels the time

To access their bowels

Take due care and consideration

Raise a Black and Red flag above

This United Nation

The very model of a modern hypochondriac (fiction)

2009-05-18T23:54:14Z

Some bird shat on my bicycle again. This time right over the rubber grip of the gear changing handle. Had to go back into the house to get a disinfectant wipe and scrub it off before I could go anywhere.

Before you go calling me some kind of OCD cleanliness mad head, let me say I'm not usually that bad, but with all the bird-flu and swine-flu stuff just lately it's got me worried.

There are a lot of diseases birds can carry. Not really bothered about the currently known ones. It's the idea of contracting some strange new never-before-in-humans type thing that bugs me the most.

Imagine you start feeling a wee bit ill, you end up off work with stomach cramps and a case of the runs. Then you're puking. You see the doctor, thinking he'll throw you some anti-biotics and you'll be on your feet in a week. But no, next thing you know it's hospital visits and blood tests then BANG, you're in the fucking isolation ward and some…

In Passing, Always Remembered (person)

2005-05-14T20:18:17Z

To my mother, I will never forget because you will always be within my heart.

We are of the Stars,
From the same dust
They are formed
We, too, are formed.

We are of each other,
With each other we grow
Our minds,
Our self,
Together.

We are of dreams,
Connected in ways we
Cannot communicate
Cannot see
Through each days
Struggle.

We are of the whole,
Our trials will end
We return
To the Stars
From which we came.

We are the Universe
Trying to make
Sense of Itself.

A lack of News (idea)

2003-07-22T10:08:43Z

As reported yesterday, there was no news today.

Later, in a special edition, an investigation into the lack of events.

In summary, here are the main headlines from around the world:

.... John placed the bread knife under the running tap to rinse off the soap and bubbles, the shining reflective surface of the blade caught his eye and he held still for a few seconds, admiring the serrated edge of the blade and feeling that itch in his wrists again. He wondered if it would be painful....

.... Kate looked down at the water she could see running under the metal mesh of the bridge that crossed a river running full with springs first melt. The effect of moving forward over the water as it passed from left to right made her feel an unease in her stomach. She continued walking to the centre of the bridge and stopped to…