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| Album Fifteen - Custard Cream Simplicity - 15 Poems |
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| PoeticEcstasy - Poetry | |||
| Written by Jon | |||
| Saturday, 16 August 2008 17:45 | |||
 1. Absense 2. Choose to Be 3. John Writes Poetry 4. Custard Creme Simplicity 5. Adult Entertainment Actress 6. I'm Cancer, Not, a Cancerian 7. Dead Again 8. Angel of Death in Disguise 9. Liability 10. Everything Lies 11. Naturally Falling from a Pedestal 12. A Night on the Head of a Match 13. Kill for me (la grande mort avant la petite mort) 14. Laverna 15. The Last Word 1. - Absense Started seeing you In the faces of women Completely different Only on the Tv When I dropped all hope It felt I finally had some I pick up on electricity Naturally it shocks me Currently, I am defined As vulnerability, which Is strange, that's not me I Thrive in Adversity touched By the absence of your love Annointed, undisappointed and Ridicule me, ridiculously, for I don't care what you'll say It's already happened It's already passed I already loved you I already died, touched By the absence of your love 2. - Choose to BE Who put these ridiculous thoughts in your head? Goodness, Badness, Happiness, Sadness Whatever made you think? Freedom isn't free and a Change will come eventually? Whyever would they dissemble in Platitudes of Curt jealousy, such that 'You have to help yourself -before helping anyone else' and That 'You can't love anyone else -before you start loving yourself'? This is all Absurdity and trapped Within the satire of a tiring tounge Our thoughts are as faeces Chained together two as one And nothing resonates with love -except love, and, when you find it Darling would you post me some? To raise this resigned contentment As singular emotional equinemity I could never ask you to let go of me Because I'll be free the moment I choose to BE And I put these ridiculous thoughts in my head... 3. - John Writes Poetry This Dog don't dance And never really laughs This Cat doesn't ever sing And is excited by nothing -but love - though I'm sure -he doesn't even know what it is And Me? I love Antipathy, Uselessness, Morbidity, Profanity. And John? He Writes Poetry. Meaningful, Meaningless, Profundity and finds Serenity in Emnity and Spitting at the TV, and Spitting at me, John writes Poetry. The Kids are alright And they do needs must The Birds are all crazy And in hormones they trust -but love - I'm becmoing sure -nobody even knows what it is And Me? I love Antipathy, Uselessness, Morbidity, Profanity. And John? He Writes Poetry. Meaningful, Meaningless, Profundity and finds Serenity in Emnity and Spitting at the TV, and Spitting at me, John writes Poetry. This Crab is dressed And sideways smiles The Moon is a diabol And reflection of Sun -but love... I'm edgy and unsure -must I be the love to to endure? 4. - Custard Cream Simplicity I was watching pornography Cause the plot was quite good Then went defacing church graves Because G-d said I should! If it worked for George Bush Then it can work for me I write Girly gay poetry to be Masterbating my masculinity Wrapped up warm, soft, cuddly In Custard Creme Simplicity The only comfort I can taste Ridiculing our B-Movie Reality Nihilism as liberation and Hope as a curse and Complexity as Simplicity My other car... Is a Hearse. 5. - Adult Entertainment Actress She works in latex, plastic and rubber fetish dreams She's slippery yet open, spread eagled up on TV screens She's got nominations, awards for multiple faked orgasms She's got a fashion, writhing naked in some sweaty ambition Adult Entertainment Actress, do you ooze at all you see? Subculture Madonna, lusts infectious corporate disease Your lubricated sphincter like a piece of qualitative modern Art Explorations in Sexuality and liberation - aka, being a tart... And it's not shameful, glamourous in tawdry photo sets And it's not gainful, pathetic in sexual awesomeness It's a living, raping beauty, feministically, exploitation free It's quickly over, but then there comes take two and three and Yes she is juicy, she's the apple on the tree, has no knowledge Lay back and think of England or your flat in West Chelsea and Yes pay the morgage, adult model, entertainment actress express How is sperm being worn this season? To the right or to the left? She's lovely when she re-applies her clothes She's lovely when she's walking down the road She's lovely when she's screaming out her best She's lovely when I turn her off and rest... 6. - I'm Cancer, Not, a Cancerian Less is more, life implores More Love given, generally Less is got, I'm so fucked off Moreover, I hate you fucking lot Niceness is it's own reward, among Recieveing of the doormat awards And consequently in niceness I get bored, so life implores: For Murder I'm going to slay some disabled kids Wipe out the smelly Arabs And bomb the pushy Yids Fuck over every fish in every Fucking sea with a massive quanitity Of mercury, oh just Watch me, watch me For Murder I'll put sugar in the tank of Every royal ambulance and Swop heroin for insulin within Every infirmary and hospices Will perspire with machine gun Fire, musically, just Watch me At the local markets and fetes I'll dose the chippie vinger with Cyanide so great and atom bombs I will crack their codes, even if it Takes until I'm 90 years old and In the meantime I'll rape a rapist With AIDS, and spread the disease To young women, in varied stylish ways And though dying infamous, with none To know my name, I'll be the Cancer The revelation on which you prayed For Murder. 7. - Dead Again I dreamed of Sky TV, the general ability To pay any subscription fee and the Comfort, 1000 channels would grant me I lamented positively on upcoming Carnival festivity and how every year This means less drugs for little me And so I looked into my cigarette packet Counting the sticks of my suicidal habit Sparked up, no dinner, black coffee instead Went back to bed, with an ache in my head And a hole in my heart and cancer of Soul Dead again, Choicest blend, of misanthropy A hope I'll never know and the stability of Such very English poverty, which two thirds Of the world would kill for, but then, fuck em And this inspiration, spread splayed, wasted page Of an unemployed pleasent peasent in a rage I planned many other lives I might have stole, but Conscience raped my chance to be whole and parental Perversity placed an apathy deep within me and Being dead again seem to only kind of Life... I'll ever know :*( 8. - Angel of Death in Disguise The Lord forgive me - I can't forgive myself My runaway tounge, that pay'd little heed To the tactfulness that couldn't become and how I see without touch you've killed me so much and Stolen any dream of simplicity, and harmony that I ever summoned demons inside to bring and assist Within the twist - with no hope of love - wither another Disgusted look to your eyes at the very thought of it but Will you understand I didn't choose this or plan you to be My angel of death in disguise - or to cause you a nasty surprise Caught shouting, "I love you" in a very crowded place that Leavens you all alone and disgraced how so very childish It is to be no success in emotional investment without request An angel of death in disguise and disgust in your eyes every time I die, I come back, a little more weaker still And every time I see inside those lies of a life Envisioning idealised ecstasy and how never to Know such a thing - just to breath and feel beautiful Is there anything wonderful, that isn't molested with sadness And I've never known a simple life that wasn't blessed with Complicated madness and just as if you were like An angel of death dressed down in disguise... I come around to touch your heart In my own optimistic silly sense Of infatuated Suicide. 9. - Liability Who made this liability? Not me, not me, not me You made him like he is Feckless contamination Imagine this family, just You and you and me and me If only we'd never placed Our loins together - yes We'd be in heaven No liabilty - Entrapment No less love less duty And you can give Anything you like And it's not enough If you cannot bite your Tounge, and venom Flies around generations Thoughts becoming words Words turning to actions Who made this liability? Not you, not you, not you I made him like he is Worthless, fat and stoned You can't blame yourself With the best will in the world A man of your words, your word Just duty and endless liability 10. - Everything Lies The same plain old London sky Echoes deadly and strange It might well be blue today It's only telling lies again The warmth I seldom feel Is only yet more illusion Tender thoughts of you apply Top hat to my head of confusion Who swears hope is hopeless Life is lifeless, love is loveless Self-harm is harmless, and true Charm is charmless, everything lies And when there is no inside Conscience is as old rumours No-one and nothing ever trusted Society the tumour of humanity Cruel how everything dies yet Never disappears, like, ashes into Baby food, credits into arrears And ecstasy in Endless entropy My theories grizzely, ugly, untrue To who knows there is beauty inside Every breakdown, beauty hates you and Tumbles in time, look how, everything lies Of course, except, you who'd dare to Otherwise suggest or ever confess Of turth evolving in it's own good Old time, if everything dies than Everything lies, in lily white shades Of uncertainty, machiavelli shows the Discomfort of coralling stupidity into A tool to achieve nothing less than Everything, but, what's the point? Everything lies. 11. - Naturally Falling From a Pedestal Next thing she said to me it must come naturally and it might take some time still I'll instantly know And Farewell Tuneless Sunset painted the sky in purple regret I was shocked and I recovered with some silly tale or other I thought how the wind all around me Had caressed and sustained she And water carries spirits before Fire soaked rain shatter'd them dead Falling from a pedestal I caught her slowly Imaginatively Naturally She kissed my soul She didn't even know Naturally, Naturally She didn't even know And Goodbye perfect daybreak The Dentist is calling my namesake My tooth and my heart ache and Warley is one man down tonight. I thought how all Earth typically had thought, died, reborn for her shines keys to some kind of serenity honestly, deceptively, too easy Falling from a pedestal I told her slowly “you ain't all that, you know” naturally. 12. - A Night on the Head of a Match Commercial road squatting a whole city is rotting Tumbleweed towers and the greens growing highly Theres fungal activity - in my inner ear cavity Petrol and smoke fills the skies that rain horribly People walk by looking pretty miserabley Prepared just to shout and cry and not Being certain why, life is so simple a complexity Brings a longevity getting ugly growing inside Waiting for a life with a spark and a free ride A Night turned red and blue with you and no catch A night on the head of a match Seventeen hours on the plane is a lame time If it gets you what you want though the time It just flies by and sleep is for dreamers and Life's non believers, all the Earth in spring seems To fall in a loving thing, but when she comes my Autumn Falls to become no Second Sun and coldness of Summer Backwards theres A winter warm but made of ice and waiting For a life with a spark and no catch A Night on the head of a match Statistical reminisces and bets with the almighty Telephone that rings but if answered so lightly An answerphone, speaks for, with more measured tones Tells you she's either not home or not alone And loses whatever information it was meant to catch An itch I can't seem to scratch A cunning scheme that just won't hatch A night on the head of a match 13. Kill for me She used to have some powers Living in her crystal towers Believing in a new ascension Truthful lies with a new age look in her eyes She bears no big indecisions Already much loved with inprecisioN Believing magic lies behind the eyes Happy cries, not knowing life’s a poem or what it means between the lines Yes she can read But she can’t read Still she worries if he Would he kill for me I thought I already had I killed in my sleep and I suffered my mind all This time suicidally dreaming in her eyes And forgive all my obsessions in love This is the greater death, of bringing Magic out from behind your eyes Before the little death when you realise you wouldn’t kill for me 14. Laverna Lay me down and kiss Laverna I think about the second in time When My thoughts were stolen Replaced by you, whereupon I would see your head and Never your body, I would Glimpse legs Laverna when you Just Lost your head dancing and You said You didn't feel a thing For me, and antipathy brings A Wonderful constancy of Grey so go do what though wilt Shall be the words to ignore And as you harm none - improve In silence who could know you Speak and say nothing like it Means something and then in Stony independence crumble Slay me now and weep Laverna I think about my place in this life Knowing it's on the outside, alone Maybe you could make it less lonely I know you would only steal from me You take what you want - it's yours I can't own anything without becoming Possessive - and negative - Laverna We break everything and worst of all Ourselves into sections of scraping an Altered sense of beauty from all prim And Proper Ugliness and prigs look down On pigs, slaughtered, divine bacon, devoured So prison goes, the confines of the food chain In solace who could taste you Ascertained and abandoned again Bring something to feed and then in Pity be devoured whole for your trouble Come here and keep your counsel Laverna Thieves will leave your hopeless and those People that steal no better no duty no debt No heart-ridden slave to all things base and All things knave when you take what you want In a world of debt what does it mean to save we Ridiculed the world and yet the world still laughed For the one whom would replace G-d and trouble With natural earty law and flowers in the rubble of The garden that licencious grow would restore to me Samples from a slew of proper lives of experience To make honest folk believe I'd be unique of purity With all the luck in your life - and bowed down un Broken in Holy advice was the best laid plans sacrificed In honesty who could love you Laverna her of no real care or Humility amongst the filth like me And dancing on a very filthy planet Laverna - The underworld cries for thee Laverna theres a heaven never before seen Laverna - The heavens on Earth to see Laverna dare to be in love steal eterrnity They've tried so hard to control you They held the glass to your heart and They screamed you weren't worth their time The facts were too surreal for them to see but Laverna I've died and I've lived on wanting Laverna I've tried and you went on walking Laverna my voice is fading into grantite so Laverna don't let them ruin your time this life Laverna behind hate there lies so much love Laverna after death there is so much life In the slowness of the crazy times grabbing And then letting go with principles to hold you Insanities to know you and treason to love you There is no time after death there is so much life 15. The Last Word Little girl who feels the world And as yet ignores me, I have got to put down ALyric to your bored beauty Arid Attractive girl whos prescence is Colourless Captivating are you tired of being told you are Stupifying ravishing procrastinating? Little Girl Little girl who feels the world and as yet Ignores me - here's a lyric - to another Artistic humdrum Aesthetic dull love upon This great planet Little girl, Little girl little girl is love tedious And How do you go on here, a lie jaded and henious Exquisite and monotonous... no one ever has Really fitted in here - except you And you have Gone and why does the last word linger on Hear my voice and bored beauty don't make me Hear your voice and the last word The silence is statuesque crushing Delectable indecisions ad nauseum Divive Sounds come rushing and Suffered a blessing the last word Is mine I bide my time I time it well I hear my voice It's sweetly Sanguine (it's hell) Little girl little girl who feels the world and as yet ignores me, i couldn't put down quite How much you bore me, on my mind everytime I close My eyes and snore annoyingly - excellent choice the Last word is a poisoned choice - and I'd leave it to You - so choose it well - take your time - take my time and hear my voice who could ever tire of your bored beauty? I bide my time I time it well I hear my voice It's sweetly hell (it's sanguine) Little girl who feels the world and as yet Ignores me - here's a lyric - to another Artistic humdrum Aesthetic dull love upon This great planet... It is the last word... --now for a self imposed poetry hiatus ;)
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