Tuesday 26 August 2008

I am more inclined to believe in God than monogamy.

Saturday 16 August 2008

Gloomy Sunday as sung by Billie Holiday minus 'dreaming'

Better words than I could say;

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday
Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you

Friday 15 August 2008

Bleaker Days and so forth

Winter is whispering to me like a buried lover...dig at mud until I reach rock bottom and suddenly smack onto veneered wood. A mirror with no reflection, frostbitten fingers and white cheeks.

He's close but further than my grasp, in spite of his body being under mine.

The dark and deadlier days lay just ahead, and they are welcome.

One day I will be the snow on your nose and not the ice in your heart.

All the atoms as one...unite. Untie.

Monday 11 August 2008

The next war will be on celebrity.