Weve discounted our descent
And picked up a garnet of
Forget-me-friends
But
Now weve got
Fashionistas on Speed-dial,
Engaged,
Ogling
A choir of adverts
Sparring
With
The city,
And she is
Lost to her audience.
She shudders as
She
Cools
And the
Sewers
Breathe
A
Bouquet
When she
Sunbathes,
A
Polished
Wave of
Her
Scent
Is warm and sour,
Like
Whisky
And
Diet pills,
And
I take her
In-
Grand General
And
My
Troops-
Hunger-hallucinations,
Waifs,
The
Echoes of
Health
Will
March
Up and down
This
Street,
An army
Fuelled
By
Burnt
Camera bulbs
And
Two page
Spreads
For
Proud,
A ghastly root
Finding its way
To
Ice,
Cold and
Careless,
Evil
Fucking
Knievel.
I wish
You were here,
Like the
Innocent
Intent,
Sprawled in
Acquitted
Inebriation,
Rock
And
Fucking
Roll,
Honey.
Speak to
The children
Of Time,
And
Wealth
In which
They
Wallow,
Trick
Or
Fucking
Treating,
Sweetie.
A ghost of
Gas masks
And
Guns,
Pop of
Bone
And
Barrel,
Over
And
Fucking
Out,
Sarge.
Where are you?
The
Cheque
And
The
Fucking
Mail, baby.
Slumbering beast
Awoken:
"You're in need of rest;
Death becomes you, Dear."
A groping gratitude
For
The
Unnecessary,
A waged war
To keep
Claws connected.
A knowledge harboured,
Sat on like
A
Choice secret,
A fabricated egg.
Fool's folly,
Mother Hen,
For I knew
And flinched from
A destiny
Owed.
Whispers wending
To
My
Kin,
Reach me,
And sterilely
Grasp for a
Grace
Without being
Awarded
A
Wound.
"Poor soul,
He pulls the Devil's load;
I wish I knew why."
Slumber again
In
Defeat,
Trespass soon
To
Repeat.
A motion,
A bobbing know-nothing,
A mortar casket,
Bon Voyage.
Memories of my
Costly coin.
A probe,
A quivering annex,
Knotted,
Muted by a
Present-purl.
An adventure,
Cruise control in courtesy.
A breeze
Filling shaping-sails,
Waxy leaves
And
A birthing branch.
A slip of daylight,
A communication,
An end to our
Headline-hiatus.
Prize,
Prised apart,
Serve,
Nerve of bark.
A
Laconic burst,
A raised roof,
Part prison and lid.
Free
Of the
Niche,
Mainstream-maintenance
Awaits.
A stretch,
A stroking choke
For the
Keys.
Sow,
Servile-slender,
Find a
Fleshed
Corridor
In the
Hole of
Another.
I was thinking
If Only Suicide Were Zion by Ibo-and-EadWeard, literature
Literature
If Only Suicide Were Zion
If Only Suicide Were Zion
Unending purple dusken bone struggle-
I feel like a sonata forgotten and left open,
Threaded through with unresolved chords.
I hurt- my soul is raped by ignorance.
Shivering glockenspiel notes remind me of you,
But no-one can know what we have each endured.
If I could write music I would set you to it
Nothing else would be equal to your vision.
Good people watch me dance
Perfect out of time steps,
The immaculate slut.
God knows how I long for the night.
You are my death; four and one transfixions.
Sweating through pulsen droughtful day-
I speak in tongues
Because no words touch on the injustice I feel
A Paradise Halved... by Ibo-and-EadWeard, literature
Literature
A Paradise Halved...
A Paradise Halved Is No Paradise At All
Feet fall on scoured step.
I feel the score of sea and sand,
Hear the rock and roar of rising water,
Slinking, sliding over the wrinkled slab.
Sitting now, enthroned in space,
I am surrounded by the wealth of a pure plane,
And impish scenes of busomy slopes and tumble-stack buildings,
Scrambled around the bay.
Around is the exquisite arc
Wolf's fur looped from the gods,
With gilded folds that lead me to believe
I am not so far from a finer stage.
But without you to open the gates,
Heaven is worse than gone.
I see through the gleaming void,
Our lighthouse dreams beaconing.
Here, 'one ste
Current Residence: Under the vehement gaze of my peers Favourite genre of music: Math-core and Jazz Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: WinAmp Shell of choice: Conch Skin of choice: Eadweard's
Favourite Visual Artist
Yoshitaka Amano
Favourite Movies
Star Wars: Episode V- The Empire Strikes Back
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sikth, Aconite Thrill and The Mars Volta/ At the Drive In
~Eadweard~
I must make an announcement to the empty chairs where an audience should be. I, nor Ibo, are dead. In fact, we are very much alive. Perhaps more alive than some of our enemies would wish. Dear chairs, lend me a second and I shall tell you tale, lend me a minute and I shall provoke the lonley sleep out of your eyes and bring you to a new world.
...
I fear I have built this up a tad too much. Perhaps I should just tell you that we are both fine, engaged and due to be wed soonish. We've also moved in, I guess that should've been mentioned first.
And yeah, we should be posting stuff, whether you like it or not, very soon.
Making good my promise, I've started working on a more serious project. In 'more serious', I am comparing it to my present doodles. I'm finding it really hard to get back to painting again now, without the structure, such as it was, of college. It's an odd feeling, not to have your sketchbook marked. Notes on envelopes, here we come! I can lose whatever the hell I want now. W00t.
Anyway, Zeitgeist is the working title, but I've also got a few ideas in other directions as well. I'll post some of the sketches for them in scraps as I go along. When I've got a painting done, I'll probably consign some of my doodles to the scraps pile, includin
~Ibo~
College and other commitments have put a very great limit on my creative output of late, so no more faces. On the other hand, I've got a few sketches I'll be putting up soon. Indeed, my course will soon be at an end, leaving me plenty of time to actually get some of that promised painting done, whilst I find a job. Urk!
Thanks to those who've commented on my work: knowing that somebody here notices makes the face-ending pain of scanning the damn stuff almost bearable.
*Laughs.* I'm not impatient, I was just kidding with ya.
Think about this...
You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
*PLEASE READ THIS WHOLE POST IT'S SO DAMN TRUE*
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. add this as a comment to ten of ur friends tonight and at midnight your true love will find you. Something good will happen to you at 2:25 tomorrow. Get ready for the biggest shock of your life. Whoever breaks this chain letter will be cursed with 10 relationship problems for the next ten years..."
I already like ya Eadweard so I had to send ya this chain.
...I really would appear more, though I don't have the medium of the Internet. The only way I manage to get my stuff on is thanks to GrungeMunky, a close friend of mine. So go and check his stuff out, his link is in my favourites. You really are an impatient girl J.W...