Again and again Runs the same old refrain, The masters in pin-striped suits Make off with the finest fruits, While smiles that would sour cream Compel us to hope and dream.
When the accumulation of wealth is no longer of high social importance, there...– John Maynard Keynes
Experience, The Master
If I appear unmoved by your advance And caution dims the colours of desire, Do not infer indifference to your glance; Such eyes consume my interest entire. Before you stands a lover in retreat, No more obeying orders from the heart; A general disgraced with each defeat Must bow his head and shamefully depart. We live and love uncertain and impure, Suspended by the ragged ropes of trust; ...
Daggers and Bones
Idle inspiration, A flicker in the dark. We fall upon old daggers, Believing bones will spark.
Meet the New Boss
Deliver them from evil when interests align. The half-mast flag of freedom - a starry-eyed design.
The subway snake Sheds its skin While muddled, manic Minds within Forsake their chance To grow.
Sweat and Silence
Our love was born of lust and distrust, Premature and pleading for comfort. We smothered it with sweat and silence: Pleasure hears only its own screams.
Don’t wake me when I’m dead: Wake yourself instead! Don’t wallow in your grief: Sadness is a thief. Don’t miss what might have been: See anew, and dream. Don’t wake me when I’m dead: Wake yourself instead!
Legs akimbo on a sticky dance-floor, Heels at their highest, Dignity diluted. “Get up and dance! You’re no fun” she slurs, As saliva shoots forth in all directions And her face betrays a blind panic. I don’t recall carrots at dinner.
A Night Interred
I fell into a hopeless haze (I took the shorter route) A night interred beneath my days The pale moon in pursuit. It lit the road between all things (Between the love and lies) But darkness hid the wicked wings Of dragons in disguise. Consumed – subsumed – by friendship’s flames (I saw the beasts too late) No memory of place or names This was my final fate.
You who would deny our choices, Maiming minds with metaphor, You who twist with tainted voices Everything worth fighting for. Narrowed eyes restrict your view, Anger is a veil, Open wide and see anew - Pleasure will prevail.
I drank to drown my sorrows In pools of apathy, Alas my sorrows multiplied Intent on drowning me.
Coffee and conversation - Pointed and pure. True communication Reacts, unsure. Alcohol and opinion: Jagged, jaded. Amplified certainty - Respect: faded.
Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others,...– Robert F. Kennedy (via makeanewbeginning)
The Best and Worst of Dreams
Death mocked me in a daydream with my own words. A foul voice of howling screams and vast silence. Relentless, it demanded my repentance. It is fear that fuels the best and worst of dreams.
Insufferable woman - bejewelled with bitterness. Why do you still snipe with a cloudy sight, an empty chamber, and a bullet proof target?
A known antichrist, A student of suffering. He took a mistress of misfortune And heaped praise upon her Until she fell from her pedestal, Killing them both.
I have a lot of new material written and I’ve been figuring out how best to put it out. Starting this month, I’ll be recording a new demo every month. I’ll upload it to Soundcloud and post the link here, on Facebook, to my mailing list, and on Twitter. I’ll be pretty quiet online otherwise. Focus needed. Conor
Does night exist to the blind? Is darkness a frivolous fear? One star is a salve for the mind But what terror when thousands appear!