29 June 2011

4 Years

It all started with a number
The number changed
Increasing and decreasing
Offering different meaning
Applying new values to old symbols
In the end
I’m left just where I started
With a number

12 June 2011

Burnt Beauty Queen

Your ugliness seethed through to the surface
Mocking you under a cement thick layer of lies
The false goddess of the make believe nightmare
A perversion of the capitalists on TV

Sell it for cheap because you won’t get more
Want far more than you think you need
Make them buy your greed and envy you more
Advertise it on two hundred channels

But don’t feel bad about it at all
I see your beauty hidden below slipping armour
I’ll look after you when he or she leaves
We all know you’re human
…after all

11 June 2011

Pocket Watch

You took your hand from out of my pocket
Only to find pieces of paper that had been torn to shreds
Broken promises of the bygone age of man and machines
Laughable in the face of this present future
Where sleep is reserved for kings of nothing
And the pauper must toil away in regretful futility

The lowest common denominator had become your currency
Nothing beats punching yourself in the face for a few laughs
The machines ate it up like sugar coated rotten tuna
Unaware of the damage they do or of your intent
But in this present future your hard work is all for nothing
I found a way to break your madness and be free of broken promises

In my other pocket I kept something far more powerful
I kept something that was rare in this present future
That few dare to create and even less dare to keep
A clenched fist of purity and infinite possibilities
One that swung for you when you were distracted

By shreds of paper