lazy

disgusted with myself, that's what i am.

my laziness in keeping my little-read blog up to date is unforgivable. to make up in some small way for my lapses of concentration i've decided to publish the second poem i ever wrote (the first is too special/piss poor to even consider for publication).

normal service to be resumed. sooner rather than later.

Shadows

Shadows from the leaves partially cover
The young man
And his younger lover
As they watch the sun go down.
And they look into each others eyes
Just like they did that first time
When the wheels of love were set firmly in motion.
Love.
That most desired and foulest of life's potions.

Summer 1995

shadows
image © inTheSunStudio

my bad

way back on April 9th i patted myself on the back in a self-congratulatory display of pride, loving the fact that for the first time i'd managed to retain the momentum in putting my thoughts down in blog format; this time it was all different, and the world (well, my world) was a wonderful place. complacent i was - lazy i became. just like the n'th diet, all good intentions fell by the wayside.

the following poem was written while still in the wooing-wife-to-be stage, and i felt especially creative as the only thing i had to focus on was how to get her to see i was perfect for her. it's about as contentious as i get i suppose (and this certainly wasn't intentional) with certain words raising eyebrows from people who (bless them) seemed to enjoy my occasional output.

The title is taken from a song of the same name by REM from their Monster Album (which was written by Michael Stipe about his relationship with Kurt Cobain). Less cool is the fact that the words were written to the tune of Daydreamer by Menswear.

the poem is submissive in tone. does it mirror my state of mind at that time? i've no idea.

Let Me In

Lifting feeling
On the ceiling
Makes my life
The more appealing
Says to my mind
Voice like thunder
"Lift me up
Or drag me under!"

Close inspection
Revealing tension
My fragile mind
Too warped to mention
Leaves me naked
And defenceless
Drug me up
And beat me senseless

Pleading, pleasing
Tempting, teasing
Cut me up now
I think I'm bleeding
Pleasure takes me
Rape and plunder
Letting go
Be torn asunder

Watching waiting
Dehydrating
You know by now
That I'm your plaything
Leaves me sane then
Wrapped in clover
Let me in
And take me over...


July 1995

my favourite kind of stealing...

with some barely disguised lifting of entire sections from watching the wheels by John Lennon, it's not the most original piece of work i've ever self-submitted, but it's one that accurately reflects my at-that-time feelings and impending change of focus (relationship-wise). more importantly, it's quite jolly in a way that i'm normally loathe to indulge; i don't do jolly.

More Than Just Getting By

Every day is another day to get by,
I'm looking out for you, so careful how you go.
There may be another chance,
But it may never come our way,
And I don't know why, I just had to let you know.

I've never much thought about all I've never owned,
I'm only grateful that we've a chance to grow.
I'm just sitting, still enjoying
My favourite kind of town,
And I don't know why, I just had to let you know.

I see the end, and know that I'm expected there.
Knowing that, here with you, I feel I've found my home.
We'll always enjoy without fault
Whatever comes our way,
And you must see now, why I cannot let you go.

The paths converge into one almost unnoticed.
As you run ahead, I turn to enjoy and follow.
I turn again, and hear
Your name whispered on the wind,
And forever believe that you're all I need to know.


October 1995

then again, that's what a (prospective) new girlfriend and ultimately wife-to-be will do for the creative juices. it's a poem that says that it's important to have someone to care for and someone to look out for, and after 12 years and three kids it remains (to me) as relevant as ever...