The Ebony Tower

We wolves know how to move it:p

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 21:02:09 +0800

We wolves know how to move it:p

Malaise here

Thu, 07 Jul 2011 16:45:37 +0800

The city reeks of smugness

Pride in its success

A curdled coffee river

Stains the urban mess

Fangs of steel and glass

Greedily scar the sky

Drinking in the falsehood

Bleeding sincerity dry

A showy show of having

Masking the stunted soul

Of a country overreaching

Blind to it’s amusing folly

Delusions are dangerous

For those who have no eyes

Pretending to be more

A fortress built on lies

We watch the world

Watching us watching them

Still we do not see

We are our biggest illusion

White City

Thu, 07 Jul 2011 16:20:14 +0800

Clad in a pale blanket

Sewn from cloudy tears

Bonebleached without

The city is a shroud

Under the fingers of light

Groping into the night

Gay blue sky weeping

Silver sheen dampened

Muffled in white air

Staring blind but aware

Of the ghosts of day

As the fiery Son roars

Split blearily asunder

Steelglass obelisks

Throw their claws

Into the gaping

To touch the beyond

Beyond their touch

2wards

Thu, 07 Jul 2011 15:58:33 +0800

Scattered Stars

Absent dreams

Crossing scars

Bridging screams

Brought into

Taken from

Be untrue

Weather scorn

Wait here

Stay alone

See clear

Path shown

Lie abed

Fly ahorse

Darkness fled

Change course

Onward run

Never cease

Setting Sun

Find peace

Musings

Thu, 30 Jun 2011 09:39:15 +0800

A morning alone

Like none I’ve known

Calls out my name

and I come

Like the world outside

I have nothing to hide

But the truth

remains gone

To look into your soul

is to swallow you whole

and something

to think on

If the hurt in your head

means that the dream is dead

then you know

you’re alive

But in the scheme of things

What joy hate brings

is the food

of absence

If they speak when you spoke

and you break when they broke

then you

are not worth my time

Y?

Thu, 16 Jun 2011 09:39:57 +0800

Why do poems rhyme?

Is this some sort of must?

What if you’ve not the time

Inspiration you can’t trust

Staring at a blank page

Nothing comes to mind

Scared to take the stage

Afraid of what to find

I have tried not rhyming

Sprayed words across

Cursed with lack of timing

And ended up with dross

Something about me

Dislikes deep the mess

Hates what I see

Thinks of it the less

Yet it is the same

As what others write

But I dislike the game

Such poetry is shite

The rhyme does not dictate

The stanza does not wail

Convention does not state

The image does not fail

And yet I feel unquiet

What is this unease?

I just have to try it

And do my best to please

Photo

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 20:32:02 +0800

Free

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 12:29:23 +0800

What do you write?

When you have nothing

When you feel nothing

When you think nothing

When your mind is dead

Do you take to looking?

inside and outside

your head

When you look

But cannot see

When you speak

But cannot be

Caged in freedom

wanting more

In a white room

an invisible door

mocks you

You are

the

key

I am

am not

am both

...

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 12:14:51 +0800

Wasting time

that isn’t yours

to waste

is like killing time

that you

never had the

motive to kill

Shoot the breeze

and watch it fall

bleeding purest cloud

hold your breath

in your crumpled fingers

loneliness is a place

you have to get

lost to find

falling upwards

into dreams

which may come

or may not

it depends

something’s happening

nothing can’t

time trickles

and dances

as it will

join in or watch

go on

now

Err...

Mon, 30 May 2011 08:44:00 +0800

Words

across

page

not

poem

make

This

not

poem

…

How very true

Fri, 27 May 2011 16:41:23 +0800

How very true

Today

Thu, 26 May 2011 12:37:25 +0800

Taste the tears in the air today

Walking wearily we worry

Hoping it will all just go away

Slow down, we’re in a hurry

People pass preoccupied

Behind a smile sadness waits

Nobody for us to confide

Loosely open are the gates

Trust is rarer now than virtue

Daggers hidden between fingers

Even the kindest hint can hurt you

An invisible cut still lingers

How have we come to this place?

Led blindly by lies believed

Mirror betrays your true face

When you wake up deceived

Simple people live tangled lives

Hanging still like pickled fish

Eyes gouged by truth’s knives

Lost to what we wish

"Writing Poetry is easy; poetry surrounds us, everywhere we look we can find inspiration, but it is..."

Thu, 26 May 2011 12:16:59 +0800

“Writing Poetry is easy; poetry surrounds us, everywhere we look we can find inspiration, but it is more than vomiting words onto a page, that’s just lazy grammar”

- Soph Easty Cate

Your voice calls me from my sleep through the darkness that eats me though the silence has cut me...

Wed, 25 May 2011 13:58:50 +0800

Your voice calls me from my sleep
through the darkness that eats me
though the silence has cut me deep
in spite the tolling that defeats me
My heart rests within an icy cage
into which a dark flame has been sent
a chorus of sighs I burn with the rage
of the convicted who will not repent
down deep into the chasm of sighs
I fell and fell my soul escaping
to the twlight I had said my goodbyes
My senses stripped bare for raping
On bleeding fingers I walk this road
a vertical pathway out from the black
each breath a miracle waiting to explode
each inch a mile closer to coming back
However far they may take me, I come
No lock may stifle me, no words compell
Your voice shaped me what I’ve become
To reach heaven I walk the roads of Hell
Your will is my salvation my only cause
I’d pass through the veil for your kiss
Nothing shall hinder me or make me pause
You bring me to life, you must know this.

itshadrian: Modern Log Cabin Location’s lovely but I...

Tue, 24 May 2011 12:03:52 +0800

itshadrian:

Modern Log Cabin

Location’s lovely but I dunno about glass walls though:p

The Ebony Tower

Mon, 23 May 2011 15:08:48 +0800

In the caress of the soul
icy fingers form a cage
damned by what you stole
a lone player on the stage
I have swallowed the key
made of ice and breath
I am the keeper of me
I have spoken my death
Here in this space I am
walls opaque with rage
ready to swallow me whole
and spit me onto the page
Forget dreams of flying
seductive window nags me
But how far away are they?
Doubts sting as wounds cry
A flame within insults me
Why so helpless it asks
Go to death without dying
Sate yourself on other prey
I shall escape within a sigh
Here high I stand and wait
One step into the gentle air
Sounds of sadness will cease
and I will no longer care
For none there is who waits
None to bid unlock the gates
At the threshold of the end
Close my eyes and fall away
Wherever it is I will land
there I shall forever stay
None can fly on broken wings
save he whose mind flits away
safe from the cruel stings
alone forever doomed to stay

Who’s afraid of the big,bad… err tiny, cute kitten?

Fri, 20 May 2011 12:46:57 +0800

Who’s afraid of the big,bad… err tiny, cute kitten?

bd-cat-lounge: :)Serenity

Wed, 18 May 2011 14:05:28 +0800

bd-cat-lounge:

:)Serenity

Cat Paradise?

Wed, 18 May 2011 13:06:01 +0800

Cat Paradise?

"The question remains;will we weather the weather together or whether the weather will gather..."

Wed, 18 May 2011 12:23:37 +0800

“The question remains;will we weather the weather together or whether the weather will gather together such odd birds of a feather as are here? or Never?”

- Wierd Smith