MelbourneThese Cold spiked, metal mountainsMelbourne by MattHovey
With spires erect with the purpose of reach
The heaving, broody bowels below
Alternative notions of the beautiful in darkened spaces
Walk through the hail of driven bullets
Dodging left, stride on, weave right, stride on
The sudden jolts waking me from a lunchtime malaise
And then I Stop ...
Close my eyes. I Listen ...
This. The pulse of a majestic city
Perfectly composed; chaotic, alive
Coalescence a footnote; the beat defined
I. It's sadistic master. It's masochistic slave
Drawn to this flame; a repeat offender
Savagery lurks in it's taunting shadows
Yet always alluring ... always ... mine.
Zero Sum of All ThingsWhat matters most of allZero Sum of All Things by MattHovey
This indefinable piece of
the null, the
For it is with
we begin to understand
Thank you Ned's Atomic Dustbinto hearken back on the long and the lostThank you Ned's Atomic Dustbin by MattHovey
to beseech a time implored by what once was
to think and decidedly remember ...
we sometimes forget the forged
we lose ourselves to the deviation
we walk aimlessly, listless in reproach ...
this catches at our aching souls
this nags away; itching and bleeding at the scratch
this stretches us above and far beyond ...
to refresh anew and be reborn
we the lost children of our times
this; our need to fly again ...
TatoosTatoosTatoos by BackupPanic
I slipped her out of those boat shoes
Hands to washing and working, lips grazin' a leg bruise
All with the alacrity of past lusts
Again she loosens the back ties; a history no longer trussed
Yet written of in her tatoos
the beautyi don't know what to say here,the beauty by TheFlawedOne
i don't know why i try
i only know that when i see you
a part of me dies.
your skin is so pure
white as fresh laid snow
lush, full hair flowing
I wish I was your beau
i could get lost in your
clear blue eyes
forever and a day
so big and round in size
Your legs so long
supple and taunt
peeking from your skirt
legs of a debutante
your crooked tooth
peeling cracked lips
and all that pie
goes straight to your hips.
still, i could love you
love is blind after all
i have felt a stir
give me your number so i can call
you smell, oh do you smell
my nose hairs coil
and my toes do curl
did something in you spoil?
the smell is half way rotten eggs
and putrid old warm milk
how i long to hold
and wrap you up in silk
but the stench is far too much
it's you i'll never touch.
salvage the folds of us
in tribute to what has become
for we the crescendo'd beings
belay a frightened flight
one step to the left
forward and unto a naked plight
decidedly given for now
for we who are; alive with
Somewhere in the middle of everything.|
Nah more likely to be in the middle of a dream about a dream than anything else.
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