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Strange Famous · 01-25-2005, 01:19 PM

g h o s t

she lives at the bottom of a dark dark wood
in a dark dark house that has windows like monster eyes
and a mouth shaped like a front door
the road winds unused, an old farm track
a quarter mile from her house. boared up
since she died, back in 1985.
when i was 15 some older boys broke into the house
with an oiuja board and some whiskey
they made it spell out the name of this girl
and then all the candles blew out
and she screamed

last night i was sleep walking
through the shadows of my mind
i was back at the old house, dreaming that i died
i dreamt i found my mother's corpse
propped up in bed, her mouth full of blood
i am almost 27 years old.

a coffee mug of vodka and orange squash
doesnt ease my mind at all, no better
than this cheap Czech beer.

last night i dreamed of a girl I've never met
she changed the pillow cases on my bed
and when my father hit me, she pulled him away.

my ghost, running through these walls when my
back is turned. I could smash this bottle right into the plasterboard
and feel the glass grind and slice my hand
it works the same for everyone, you just
have to live with yourself

the woods ran behind my house, and to the left
at the end of the lane, at the crossroads
two ways went to tree's, silver birch
mostly. its not that hard to find a little
hollow, to back up against out of the wind
its not that hard to find a bottle of something
to back up and keep against the wind.
unseen whispers in the night remind me
of an older ghost, an abandoned house
maybe one day i'll go prise off the wooden shield
and bring my own ouija board, if you think
you can scare me, big deal. i'm already afraid
i feel it in my chest, big deal, big deal.

between here and there
is only a couple of miles
i could walk it now, although it may be dark
by the time i get there. my childhood still haunts
the man i have become, i dont doubt
i'll change one day, or die
before i do.

the emptiness in this space between me
and the bedroom door is intolerable
but it doesnt burn, it freezes
and im cold, and im sick
sick of feeling cold

Strange Famous · 01-25-2005, 01:21 PM

cripple teeth, apple worm, sandpit burn, knife
football wall, motor roar, searchlight death, life
spotlight sweep, death
headlight sweep, ghost
Ive lost my teeth, Ive lost my breath
My wall is covered with photographs
of the dead, nightmares pull me
Back and forth, I'd better face this
On my own, I'd better face you
When we are alone. You've been dead
Nine years now. This is a message
And when you receive it, you'll
Know that its for you.

Strange Famous · 01-28-2005, 08:43 AM

I've been crying on the inside
Just lately, more than before
The tears I dont weep
Dont mean anything, it's just
Street sadness, hemming me in.
I'll bake my own birthday cake
This year
And the number of candles
I plant in it
Will be fictious.
I'll make my own birthday wish this year
On a shooting star
On a speeding car
On an iron bar
Which I hug in my sleep.

Strange Famous · 02-06-2005, 07:47 AM

I'll wrap myself
In a wreath of tears
I'll drink away
Another day, there's nothing
Inside of me that feels
I see demons and angels
In my dreams, a smoky bar
And a damp side street
That runs behind the old church
Is no kind of place to die
It's no kind of place to die
Tonight.

Strange Famous · 02-17-2005, 01:00 PM

The Neon Sunrise, the little Puppy who Could Not

a thousand suns, a thousand stars
arms like mother earth, and the face of Mars
If all the colour is drained from the world
I will see in shades of grey
Rather than black and white
If there is anything to see at all
And If there is anyone to see it.

a thousands suns, a thousand stars
A shower curtain sticky with acid rain
Wrapped around a dead girl in the street
Lying inbetween an old street scene
Of blown up cars, and carpet glass
Someone must bare witness, but who will ever hear
The story they record, the words that they record.

A thousand stars, a thousands suns
Came raining down, one mild Tuesday afternoon
A terrible, terrific, agony scream
A fire that was white with anger cleansed the path
All the way from the old All Saints Church
up to the railway bridge. Dont know
How things go, further out.

Strange Famous · 03-05-2005, 02:47 AM

Light, the colour of death, a life
Resolved. You always come back
To the place you started, when
They tell the story, afterwards
And what is not of this world
Will never be, and what is of this world
Will be once again. To dirt,
To ashes, I'll say goodbye
As the aura retreats inwards in waves
Once again. Shudder, bite, I hear
Something screaming in my left ear
And I leave the ground
I cant tell
What is dream, and what is real
Anymore.

Strange Famous · 03-10-2005, 11:59 AM

Twisting left, and left again
The air is heavier than me
It seems. I keep staring at walls
And they all face the wrong way
These hands werent built for punching
Anyway, anyway
Write your number across my knuckles
Maybe its just the way the moment
Shatters and stutters
Under a disco light
And a heavy repeating beat
But you might be the most beautiful woman
That I have ever known.
Fragments, burn together, Jesus
Where are you, at this precise
Moment in time? Everywhere
Or somewhere - how big are your hands?
Could they cradle this earth
Or do they stretch just as far
As the railway shed. Maybe its haunted
There. I walked you through the carpark
And down by the river there
You can see all the old flour mills
They'll get knocked into flats
One of these days. Just let me kiss you
One time, on the cheek
And one time on the teeth
Just let me take two lengths
Of this dark green cord
and make you two bracelets
To wear on your left wrist.
I wish I knew you, years ago
I wish we went to school
The same place.

Strange Famous · 03-12-2005, 06:34 AM

This poem is not about somebody on this board

Three lines on this paper, drawn on this page
All point away from me, My heart
is cased in broken mirror pieces
Metaphorically
Your hand is not the same size as man
And when I drive my car
I shift into third gear
Mastefully, and my knuckles
Brush the side of your thigh

I draw my picture, on the same piece of paper
And I only use straight lines
And I only use three
And they all point away from me.
I best leave it folded in the glove compartment
Of your car
Instead

The ghost of a witch, haunted the road
That ran behind my old house
But Im not that scared
Most of the time
Maybe when I die
The sky will be white
And maybe this world
Will be here forever

The same themes trouble me A lot of the time
Childhood and hauntings, scary old witch
Eyes that are on fire, hands that are claws
That will tear and tear and screech and howl
I am not afraid
Most of the time, I know in myself
That I will probably never be like
My mother has ended up, there's something
In all of us that holds
Some kind of balance
And Ive never really felt
The same as she did, when the world crumpled
I was just sliding through these streets
Sliding through this room
Drinking too much, and vaguely unhappy

Ive seen happy summer days
When the sun was like an embrace
And all of my toy cars
Are lined up in three lines
And they all point away from me.

There's this girl that I know
I see her around, every other week
She hates her boyfriend, and she told me so
Sometimes she cries
And sometimes she sits on her knee's
And she told she hates him
And she told me she loves him
I dont believe in love these days
It isnt really ideal, but what can one do
But follow the path that you find
Keep your eyes to the ground
The sky is too open and frightening
Anyway.
Anyway.
Anyway

Strange Famous · 03-24-2005, 11:38 PM

Title - Corpse Song: Flowers and Girls

A strange light shone from the ground
It was blue and black and green
You are not the person you made it seem
You are not the person you made it seem

A strange lights plays frighteningly against
A dirty old wall, chipped into the ugly brick
Chris 4 Jane. East Boyz 98, all that sort of thing
Jane, where have you gone, where have you gone
Does the light shine for you tonight
Tomorrow, today, some day?
And does it shine black, or does it shine blue?

You get carried away sometimes, these stairs
Are covered in beer cans and spoons
Decemeber 13th
The day will be cold
And riddled with wind and glass cut vision
What path leads from this place
To your pastoral childhood
And your Gamekeeper God

I know your daughter I knew your son
And I am not the only one
Someone else cut these flowers
But I am the one
Who brought them all the way here.

Adam Douglas
17 March 2005

Strange Famous · 03-24-2005, 11:49 PM

Switch of the wire
I choose my life
In 1989, I chose my life
Warp up the wire
Around both hands
Around my feet
I'm lying on a railway track
Where no trains have passed
Since 1989
Owls and mice scream
In the dark, an industrial estate
Muscles into the landscape
To my left
Im crying lemonade
My face is hot and sticky
I never moved
An inch from here.

Strange Famous · 03-25-2005, 02:30 PM

walk with me a way
wallpaper flowers, love embrace
lemonade and liquorice
shoelace
my face
is feeling hot tonight
we walked a way
under stationary stars
and the flashing air planes
to wear the streets dont shine
even in the traditional rain
that wasnt falling that night
a dust track running by an
old weat field to the left
and a pine tree wood
at the back
the old hospital shimmers
invisably in the distance
behind the radar tower
we laid on her backs
head to head, feet pointing
in opposite directions
i told you about some dreams of mine
and you listened
i told you about some dreams of mine
well they still havent come true
and I am not quite the same person
I was a few years ago
we drank cheap fizzy white wine
that tasted slightly of vinegar
and you rolled onto your side
and i touched the skin on your arm
and spelled out your name with my hand
without really thinking

I never want to make you cry
and if there is anything in the world
that hurts you, I can make it go away
I have not become a stronger man
but I know my way around these ways
Ive got dust in my hair
and dust on my sweatshirt
you had on this shade
of green eyeshadow
that I have never really forgotton
even today.

Strange Famous · 04-09-2005, 08:37 AM

A rain of empty cans
The sky is reflective
I kiss the patch of skin
Behind your knees
And I sing this song
About my youth, and summer
Tree's and tractor tyres
Daisy's and buttercups

A rain of broken books
Shattered the windows of a car
I listened to the alarm
Singing in the night
A song of roses and wine
And a failed relationship
And an empty room
I have dust blankets

Strange Famous · 04-30-2005, 07:54 AM

instead of a soul

(missing last line of previous poem)

The wind and the sun
Rattle the sky, storms of light
My bright eyes, my cold heart
I'm everything you said
Im everything you said I was
I'll never be a strong man
My arms can swell, my
Fists can paint like flowers
Growing against an gritty old brick wall
And the smell of summer
And cut grass, the sound of motors
And bonfires
Listening to pop songs
On cheap car stereo's
Is our pornography

I keep writing things in on my arms
And they keep rubbing off
Our Father
Our father...
You look adorable
When you wear your hear in pigtails

kramus · 04-30-2005, 08:44 AM

this is a powerful and very articulate collection. I'll have to come back a few times because I need intervals of digestion to appreciate what I read here. Thanks for the posts.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:48 AM

Sunday afternoon
Window pane, air glides
Like slow humming planes
A life like the end of summer
A face like cut grass
Laid out in the sun to bake
Face down in a fishpond
Stones and bullets
in both of my hands
I was only dreaming
That things would ever be
Any different
It was only a dream of life
Of what it might have been
If I hadnt died that day

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:49 AM

everything strikes me
as somehow ironic
when you're around
I keep seeing myself
As somehow iconic
When you hold my hand
I want to kiss your wrists
One after the other
And I never cried, anyway

This love thing
Thing called love
Its like being close
And not thinking of it

The sky today struck me
With a new beauty, the sun
These clouds shaped like rabbit ears
For your sake, all of this
Came into being, or so I'd say
If I knew the words
To make it right, and so I'd sing
If I had the words
To make it stand out.

This thing, this love
Your shoulder on my chest
As we sleep, oh Jesus
I want to stay

I place my heart in your hand
In the glove compartment
Of your tidy red car
I want to read magazines
And laugh out loud with you
The shape of your hair, the touch
Of your hand, makes me shiver
Makes me want to cry
Sometimes

This love, this heart
I've lost sometimes
And I've been hurt
Enough times now

I just want to be happy
I just want you
Beside me, holding you
Late summer afternoon
The sun in your hair
As if you were an angel
As if I was really gonna live
This time.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:51 AM

stars explode
everywhere I can see
And we are all made
Of dust and we all turn to dust
Eventually, sooner
than this clock will stop
Probably
The voice of god
Is inside my head
I strain and I cannot hear
Correctly
All of the time
The question is
Simply
Where the deficiency lies
To die, to vanish, to never have been
Or something else
Well, the fear that comes in waves
Wont change the answer
Anyway

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:51 AM

nothing, spoken, nothing gained
pciture of God, I hold in my heart
and in my brain
I dont know anything
Reading ghost stories
by candlelight on Christmas eve.
sometimes my phone rings
and I just dont answer
I hate being alone, like this
I need someone closer to me
Than all of this, and all of this
if I had to choose
Between a girl who doesnt know who Trotsky was
And some overweight medeival reviliast type
Its not much of a choice
Its not much of a choice at all

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:52 AM

this is
the actual
space in
which i
live
in which
I never
baked
a cake
for
anyone

this is
the actual
face with
which
I kissed
ass and
told lies
when I
was nineteen

this is
the actual
taste
of missing
out, of
a life
that feels
restricted
coiled in
on itself
and minor
panic
never
really
startles all
of the birds
that eat the
crops
in the
farmers field

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:53 AM

He lives in a room
All on his own
He writes out poems
Nobody reads, nobody gets

She doesnt cry
Anymore, she doesnt
Wear that shirt he bought
Ever, but she hasnt thrown it out

All he ever needed was a sense of perspective
All the love he feels is undirected
Oh mother, oh mother, I cant explain
Just what you've done to me

She never knows how to answer the phone
It could be anything
the wars I wage, the wars I wage
Mean NOTHING to her
Just an ideal

Every black eye I've ever took
Healed up long ago
There's lots of things I cant get right
But I'll fight
If you try to kill me tonight
I wish I could dye my eyes all white
And I wish I could be there tonight
SO if you start crying
I could kiss away your tears
I wont be crying
But I wanted to

And I wanted to
Flicking through these photographs
The sun in your hair
That smile, your hand
Unthinkingly finding mine
The old field behind the estate
And another
Your hand on my chest
Golden hair
Your hand in my hand
A unthinking kiss
Unblinking eyes, staring into me
The ringtone of your phone
Jesus
There is only so much
Of this I can take
Without dying.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:54 AM

I know you only want me to cry
I know you only want me to be compromised
I know you come at me with friendship
And mock me behind my back
You keep saying I'm so fragile
You hold your face against mine at this angle
That makes you so pretty, dirty little hate machine
I'm not afraid
And I've got more levels
That you have idea's

You call me and hang up the phone
And I am always not alone
I am always not alone

You say you'll pray for me, some days
Pray for yourself, I recomend
You dont know everything
That you think you do
SO plastic and so fragile
I see your face and it could shatter anytime
In the reflection of a mirror
If the light hits you
At the right angle
It goes all the way through.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:54 AM

... ... ...

Just tell me what to say
That will make you stay
At least for the night, I'm begging you
If I could find the words
I'd say them until I couldnt talk
Ever again
If I cant look at you
I know my eyes will never see
This world in the same way as they did
Everywhere I've been, I've been there with you
Today, yesterday... and my childhood even
is defined by you.. by you being there
By you not being there, and looking back
What kind of future can I have
If you are nothing? If I am nothing?
I'm not saying I wont be here
But I know my world will be somehow, irretrievably blanker
Duller, more filled with empty space,
And all this street sadness

Listen, just tell me the words
Just let me try one more time
I can be whatever you want
If I set my mind to it
But perhaps I'll never be
What you want anyway.

I keep almost crying
As I walk round my flat
Everything here reminds me of you
You're somewhere else
Out of my sphere
Looking beautiful
Hair pulled back, that strappy green top
Bump your elbow on the corner of the wall....
Oh you silly thing
Jesus
Its breaking my heart
I think Im dying
I think I need a sense of God
Otherwise, there's nothing for me at all.

Listen< I know I can come across a little melodramatic
But my hearts in the right place
I used to make you laugh
And tell me, that day at the old farm
With the scrumpty cider... dont tell me that didnt mean something?
Love is hard to pin down
But maybe just mayeb we were meant for each other
In a strange way
I always made you laugh
You always made me feel safe

So, maybe I never knew you anyway
And maybe you never saw inside me
I still write fake suicide notes in my dreamed
So if youre so clever
I guess Im still ****ed up
Perhaps youre not so ****ing clever
Cos Im all ****ed up
But Im not going anywhere
If I can help it at least

I guess this is the end
I guess I'll cry my tears
Until Im all dry, until I'm all empty
Except I feel so empty now
And Im not done crying

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:55 AM

spinning bottle points to my true love
so drink it down, drink it down
Ouija boards and candle light
But there's no ghosts here that I'm afraid of
Cheap wine and the hum of a lazy fat plane
Creeping across the night
We lie on our backs, head to head, by the old radar station
I have photographs of you
And your bedroom, my testimony
Youre still beautiful, and I'm still lonely
And on my own these days, I hope
You found your own place, and that things worked out
The way that you wanted

Tree's stretch up to the sky like dying men
In winter, but in summer its beautiful still
The sky threatens and looms
Pretty, Pacific and blue
I wont cry any whiskey tears
Over a girl like you
Anyway

All summer the air was full of radio
lawnmowers and motor bikes
And nobody loved me today
And nobody loved me yesterday
And I dont love anyone
at all.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:56 AM

A vale of tears, the colour of amber
It means hesitation
To you or me
A veil of fears, I hide my eyes
They're not windows to my soul
Becauce I havent got one.
I loved you in the old church hall
I loved you on the dirt track
That ran between the drift
And the hardware store, backed against
A row of dirty lockups
Full of stolen goods
Or something

I wore an LA Raiders jacket
With a bottle of sheery in each arm
The time is not suspended
But I am suspended
Within.

Hurts the insteps of my feet
To walk on the red and black
I am everything you never said
I never touched you
Were it counted
My love, my love, my love

Sun like worn out glasspaper
Friendly and warm, the embrace
Leaves no marks anymore
Im not so dramatic
To hurt myself
If nobody can see
Push down my baseball cap
I follow the younger gods
And know the Elder, in my head

All roads the same
All roads the same
For you and you and me and you
Kiss kick punch football face
never never never
Again

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:56 AM

Under a heavy sun, under a million stars
That dont mean a thing, your smile is the same
And its probably just some love song I have stuck in my head
Anyway, but you look so beautiful
The sky must be somebody's delight
Somebody's warning - I had this feeling
A time ago, I missed a beat
Let me hold your hand, Let me kiss your hair
I would never ever let the things
That have happened to me happen to you.

I find a place, so unspecific
I cant find the right words
I cant find the right place
to hold on to you with
You were always lucky at cards
Ive been unlucky in love
Through no fault of yours
I'll admit

This empriness
This dirty void
Grimy light, like a 60 watt bulb
Reflected in the rain
And I remember the exact pattern of the wallpaper
The last time I got a thumping

I am not
So ironic as I make myself
I am not
So iconic at all

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:57 AM

Viper eyes, dirty skies
Full of red, the're bleeding
A hot dusty yellow expanse
The road to the side of me
Where Jesus Christ walked
Two thousand years ago
But night is falling
And I cant see.
The last thing I will ever touch
In this world, for there is none other
Is a hoary old date palm
Its kiss is like rain
Withheld, night, understood
The noises withing
Echo without
When it all comes to little pieces

Tarmac and red brick, old tyre, cut up
Concrete and sticky weed
When I was a child
I played here
And I will never ever ever ever
Be a child again

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:58 AM

Bitter snake twist, hide my eyes
I cannot see the world outside
I am not what I made myself seem
I walk the line, I walk inbetween

On a balmy day, early July
The world didnt clinch, my life didnt change
My heart didnt skip, my head
Is just a case made up of skin
With a mass of nervous impulses inside
You wore your hair up, and a top made of straps
And buckles
You were beautiful
And I didnt cry

Its been a few years since I was so affected
I suppose you'll always say
This must be what makes me okay

I suppose this is why you say
I might as well stop
If stop means stay
If stop means stay

Short sausages fingers
Fumbling with buttons
And buckles
Is true romance
If you kiss kiss kiss
The crease at the back of my knee

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 02:58 AM

empty wall
poster boy
hung up the wrong way round
she has a phone
that can sing ten different songs
and she feels ugly
And she cries
alone

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:00 AM

Gospel means good news
I'll take a line of vodka
And a mouth of vanilla
And I'll say my prayers
While I'm trying not to scream
God see's everything

Gospel means good news
And 2000 years
People cringe before your painted icon
To inspire both fear and love
Glass stained the colour of blood
Dirty old church, cold cold old stone
Hanuted by ghosts
A big silver horse, a dead gypsy girl
And a dog that howls at the moon
That I cant see.

It's not like the wind, so much
It is more like the dark
Everywhere, the part that is
not seen.

Gospel means good news
If you are first
you might be the last
and what is not of this world
Is the words unspoken
Leather and fire, metal teeth
That tear, those puritan kisses
Your gamekeeper God
How big is your face?
As big as the sun
Or just
As big as the moon
Or the distance between
My house and the river

People find their way
To hollow places
The echo substantiates
Somehow
I pull the next thing to me closer
And I wont cry, just yet.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:00 AM

Silver clouds
rain like kisses
empty and nasty
make me feel cold
little pretty hate machines
little microbes that wreck like buildings
old chinese
skateboard children
singing and breaking
flash photography
and mobile phones
I walk the same ways
that one hundred men have done
I walk the same ways
and feel angry and pastoral
weeds at my feet
wont trip me over
At least for today
The river is dirty
The river is pretty
Feels like love
Feels like your hand
When you reach for my hand
Without really thinking
Just what it means

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:01 AM

wicker wall, drinking cup
my darling, is this enough
is this enough
this place I stand, these white walls
wont fall down any time
soon. I write songs
That I cant sing
It takes me back to the place
I gew up.

I feel that we know each other
Well enough that you at least
owe me some honesty, so
What do you want?

These white walls, this TV
That sits on the floor, this
Sleeping bag and
These golf clubs stacked
Like enemy soliders by my
Solitary bed.
Is this what you want?

We've been a long time
Figuring this out
I have computer hands
I tread on rubber balls
Whichever way I turn.

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:02 AM

I was writing this when my internet connection crashed, and it put me off so I didnt finish it....

The faces of angels and angles

Everyday I walk the same way, and
When I prey, I clench my hands
In a certain way, and the sky above me
Could be empty for all that I know

There's people that live round my way
That talk in different voices
And my conscience is clean, whatever you say
I never did anything
That I cannot find myself apart
Throughout, and to overcome
Sometimes you have to crawl right underneath
As low as the belly of the snake
With dirt in your eyes
And grass stains on your face
I've got scratches all over my back
And I dont feel well, sometimes
I wish there was someone else
Who's shoulder I could cry upon

You can tie me to your armchair
And slap my face and make me dance
With your electric stick
You could pull out all my finger nails
I dont deny, but you'll never
Have my sense of perspective

Dear Father, not yet in heaven
Nor hell, nor any other place
But the occupation of the space
You swallowed 50 or so years ago
I wrote this for you just to let you know
I really do hate you, and I never forgave
Im not the type, whether you think
You deserve this or that, all you'll get from me
Is the same sullen resentment and
Craven dislike. Im a lot stronger than I was
In former times, there are certain things
I would not recomend that you say
In my presence
But what do I care, and what do I know
and if you are broken, and I am broken
And if you cried, many times I wanted to
I dont really like it
When you call me "buddy" and "pal"
Cos we're not friends and we never have been
and we never will be, and I never want to
See you, actually, ever again.

My childhood, clutches me now, Im 27
And I wont let go of the memory
The space, the geography, the grass
The dew, the pond, winter frozen
Cracking the ice with a cricket stump
And the grass and the sandpit and being alone
And rotting apple trees and bamboo canes
All in line
Pretty like soliders
Marching stationary to a silent battle drum
Ive never been a fighter myself
Although my hand feel heavy right now

The things I remember, goldfish, and Montana
And Idaho, and a pale faced man with a thick
Moustache, and places I never see
I used to count cars
And vans and trucks and bikes and girls
30 years before I was born
A girl was killed outside the very same house
Although I admit, i dont know if she slept
In my room.

I feel drawn to bodies of water
Like I do to the night, when its quiet
And the unearthly hum of the unseen
Rumbles in the foreground of my mind
I seek desolation in some sense, I think
Something in the empty space
Finds an answer deep inside of me

I keep writing the same poem
About this world, about this girl
I met last weekend at this bar
Her fingers were not markedly elongated
And her accent was one I could place
Somewhere round these ways
Her hair wasnt made of silver
I dont understand
I dont understand
I dont understand

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:03 AM

A rain of empty cans
The sky is reflective
I kiss the patch of skin
Behind your knees
And I sing this song
About my youth, and summer
Tree's and tractor tyres
Daisy's and buttercups

A rain of broken books
Shattered the windows of a car
I listened to the alarm
Singing in the night
A song of roses and wine
And a failed relationship
And an empty room
I have dust blankets
covering up my soul

Strange Famous · 08-28-2005, 03:03 AM

walk with me a way
wallpaper flowers, love embrace
lemonade and liquorice
shoelace
my face
is feeling hot tonight
we walked a way
under stationary stars
and the flashing air planes
to wear the streets dont shine
even in the traditional rain
that wasnt falling that night
a dust track running by an
old weat field to the left
and a pine tree wood
at the back
the old hospital shimmers
invisably in the distance
behind the radar tower
we laid on her backs
head to head, feet pointing
in opposite directions
i told you about some dreams of mine
and you listened
i told you about some dreams of mine
well they still havent come true
and I am not quite the same person
I was a few years ago
we drank cheap fizzy white wine
that tasted slightly of vinegar
and you rolled onto your side
and i touched the skin on your arm
and spelled out your name with my hand
without really thinking

I never want to make you cry
and if there is anything in the world
that hurts you, I can make it go away
I have not become a stronger man
but I know my way around these ways
Ive got dust in my hair
and dust on my sweatshirt
you had on this shade
of green eyeshadow
that I have never really forgotton
even today.

Strange Famous · 10-09-2005, 08:05 AM

A

I walked 70 steps, and 70 back
To kiss the air, inbetween the place
that you stood waiting, and the place where
You should have been instead.
Wearing green and red braids
Tied up in your hair, match
The scars inside my eyes, but no one see's
The weather indoors, until the day
The storm breaks once for all.
When I was a child, I would see it raining
In my bedroom, like static fear
I knew where the devil lived, the space
The colour of his eyes
All red like hate, like a wolf bite of a growl
Stuck in the back of all the hate
Rumbling forwards, teeth that bite
I dont know if I could run fast enough
But since I got bigger, things
Become more specific
I know the space between your hairline
And your eyes, like the back of my hand
And I can measure myself there
For whats it worth, and I cant dance
No more.
Maybe I never could
There are things I see, things I saw
Things I never see anymore

J.R.V.A. · 10-09-2005, 09:13 AM

I really like your wrtitings. This last one is pretty cool. Thanks for sharing them.

Strange Famous · 10-16-2005, 08:19 AM

thanks man, I think thats makes 5 people now that have read any of this and felt it generated some kind of response!

When I was younger I use to write in verse and stuff, of very simple designs, but when I started writing things again around a year or so ago, I just write the words down literally as I think of them. Artistically I dont suppose its much good, but I think it is emotionally authentic at least.

kramus · 10-16-2005, 04:21 PM

I don't know if your writing shows up anywhere else, SF, but it is a powerful addition to what I read here at TFP. I find the images very clear, very moving, powerful and quite thought provoking. Please keep sharing.

Strange Famous · 01-08-2006, 07:14 AM

Window's graze, my face against the wind,
Little cuts that you cant see;
Together they make up the whole of me.
Violin's sing a birthday song
For someone else, always someone else.
And I walk these streets after dusk,
Head slumped to one side, and every house
They are all dying, sometime, on their own.
Petals kiss the air, insects crawling
Everywhere, laid down and baked in the sun
Like dead grass. When I was younger
I said and saw many things, that
No one else did; I can't complete
A story any time - look, the concrete
Blocks, the laural hedge, the frozen water,
Tears kissing wet sand, snakes that bite
The air between my fingers
There must be reasons that even today
My happiness rests upon such tender balances
The sky when grey looks more mature, more suited
To memory. And a moment of love
That wasn't really anything
Two bottles of port at the side
Of the old radar station and dirt
In your hair
What can it mean? What could it mean?
And if it doesn't mean nothing
Then what does it mean?

Strange Famous · 01-08-2006, 07:18 AM

War of the worlds, face painted girls
On New Years Eve
While rockets crash
Somewhere else, somebody must be crying
Somewhere else.
My vision twists and bites
Like an origami shark
This way and that, and if my face is distorted
Underneath it is the same.
I walked home late one night
My left hand was open, empty, clenching air
My face cold with icy damp
I heard a crashing in the middle distance
Like an ocean, like an artillery gun
My heart is beating
Today, Yesterday, Every day
So far.

01-25-2005, 01:19 PM	#41 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	g h o s t she lives at the bottom of a dark dark wood in a dark dark house that has windows like monster eyes and a mouth shaped like a front door the road winds unused, an old farm track a quarter mile from her house. boared up since she died, back in 1985. when i was 15 some older boys broke into the house with an oiuja board and some whiskey they made it spell out the name of this girl and then all the candles blew out and she screamed last night i was sleep walking through the shadows of my mind i was back at the old house, dreaming that i died i dreamt i found my mother's corpse propped up in bed, her mouth full of blood i am almost 27 years old. a coffee mug of vodka and orange squash doesnt ease my mind at all, no better than this cheap Czech beer. last night i dreamed of a girl I've never met she changed the pillow cases on my bed and when my father hit me, she pulled him away. my ghost, running through these walls when my back is turned. I could smash this bottle right into the plasterboard and feel the glass grind and slice my hand it works the same for everyone, you just have to live with yourself the woods ran behind my house, and to the left at the end of the lane, at the crossroads two ways went to tree's, silver birch mostly. its not that hard to find a little hollow, to back up against out of the wind its not that hard to find a bottle of something to back up and keep against the wind. unseen whispers in the night remind me of an older ghost, an abandoned house maybe one day i'll go prise off the wooden shield and bring my own ouija board, if you think you can scare me, big deal. i'm already afraid i feel it in my chest, big deal, big deal. between here and there is only a couple of miles i could walk it now, although it may be dark by the time i get there. my childhood still haunts the man i have become, i dont doubt i'll change one day, or die before i do. the emptiness in this space between me and the bedroom door is intolerable but it doesnt burn, it freezes and im cold, and im sick sick of feeling cold __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

01-25-2005, 01:21 PM	#42 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	cripple teeth, apple worm, sandpit burn, knife football wall, motor roar, searchlight death, life spotlight sweep, death headlight sweep, ghost Ive lost my teeth, Ive lost my breath My wall is covered with photographs of the dead, nightmares pull me Back and forth, I'd better face this On my own, I'd better face you When we are alone. You've been dead Nine years now. This is a message And when you receive it, you'll Know that its for you. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

01-28-2005, 08:43 AM	#43 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	I've been crying on the inside Just lately, more than before The tears I dont weep Dont mean anything, it's just Street sadness, hemming me in. I'll bake my own birthday cake This year And the number of candles I plant in it Will be fictious. I'll make my own birthday wish this year On a shooting star On a speeding car On an iron bar Which I hug in my sleep. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

02-06-2005, 07:47 AM	#44 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	I'll wrap myself In a wreath of tears I'll drink away Another day, there's nothing Inside of me that feels I see demons and angels In my dreams, a smoky bar And a damp side street That runs behind the old church Is no kind of place to die It's no kind of place to die Tonight. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

02-17-2005, 01:00 PM	#45 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	The Neon Sunrise, the little Puppy who Could Not a thousand suns, a thousand stars arms like mother earth, and the face of Mars If all the colour is drained from the world I will see in shades of grey Rather than black and white If there is anything to see at all And If there is anyone to see it. a thousands suns, a thousand stars A shower curtain sticky with acid rain Wrapped around a dead girl in the street Lying inbetween an old street scene Of blown up cars, and carpet glass Someone must bare witness, but who will ever hear The story they record, the words that they record. A thousand stars, a thousands suns Came raining down, one mild Tuesday afternoon A terrible, terrific, agony scream A fire that was white with anger cleansed the path All the way from the old All Saints Church up to the railway bridge. Dont know How things go, further out. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-05-2005, 02:47 AM	#46 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Light, the colour of death, a life Resolved. You always come back To the place you started, when They tell the story, afterwards And what is not of this world Will never be, and what is of this world Will be once again. To dirt, To ashes, I'll say goodbye As the aura retreats inwards in waves Once again. Shudder, bite, I hear Something screaming in my left ear And I leave the ground I cant tell What is dream, and what is real Anymore. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-10-2005, 11:59 AM	#47 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Twisting left, and left again The air is heavier than me It seems. I keep staring at walls And they all face the wrong way These hands werent built for punching Anyway, anyway Write your number across my knuckles Maybe its just the way the moment Shatters and stutters Under a disco light And a heavy repeating beat But you might be the most beautiful woman That I have ever known. Fragments, burn together, Jesus Where are you, at this precise Moment in time? Everywhere Or somewhere - how big are your hands? Could they cradle this earth Or do they stretch just as far As the railway shed. Maybe its haunted There. I walked you through the carpark And down by the river there You can see all the old flour mills They'll get knocked into flats One of these days. Just let me kiss you One time, on the cheek And one time on the teeth Just let me take two lengths Of this dark green cord and make you two bracelets To wear on your left wrist. I wish I knew you, years ago I wish we went to school The same place. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-12-2005, 06:34 AM	#48 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	This poem is not about somebody on this board Three lines on this paper, drawn on this page All point away from me, My heart is cased in broken mirror pieces Metaphorically Your hand is not the same size as man And when I drive my car I shift into third gear Mastefully, and my knuckles Brush the side of your thigh I draw my picture, on the same piece of paper And I only use straight lines And I only use three And they all point away from me. I best leave it folded in the glove compartment Of your car Instead The ghost of a witch, haunted the road That ran behind my old house But Im not that scared Most of the time Maybe when I die The sky will be white And maybe this world Will be here forever The same themes trouble me A lot of the time Childhood and hauntings, scary old witch Eyes that are on fire, hands that are claws That will tear and tear and screech and howl I am not afraid Most of the time, I know in myself That I will probably never be like My mother has ended up, there's something In all of us that holds Some kind of balance And Ive never really felt The same as she did, when the world crumpled I was just sliding through these streets Sliding through this room Drinking too much, and vaguely unhappy Ive seen happy summer days When the sun was like an embrace And all of my toy cars Are lined up in three lines And they all point away from me. There's this girl that I know I see her around, every other week She hates her boyfriend, and she told me so Sometimes she cries And sometimes she sits on her knee's And she told she hates him And she told me she loves him I dont believe in love these days It isnt really ideal, but what can one do But follow the path that you find Keep your eyes to the ground The sky is too open and frightening Anyway. Anyway. Anyway __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-24-2005, 11:38 PM	#49 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Title - Corpse Song: Flowers and Girls A strange light shone from the ground It was blue and black and green You are not the person you made it seem You are not the person you made it seem A strange lights plays frighteningly against A dirty old wall, chipped into the ugly brick Chris 4 Jane. East Boyz 98, all that sort of thing Jane, where have you gone, where have you gone Does the light shine for you tonight Tomorrow, today, some day? And does it shine black, or does it shine blue? You get carried away sometimes, these stairs Are covered in beer cans and spoons Decemeber 13th The day will be cold And riddled with wind and glass cut vision What path leads from this place To your pastoral childhood And your Gamekeeper God I know your daughter I knew your son And I am not the only one Someone else cut these flowers But I am the one Who brought them all the way here. Adam Douglas 17 March 2005 __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-24-2005, 11:49 PM	#50 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Switch of the wire I choose my life In 1989, I chose my life Warp up the wire Around both hands Around my feet I'm lying on a railway track Where no trains have passed Since 1989 Owls and mice scream In the dark, an industrial estate Muscles into the landscape To my left Im crying lemonade My face is hot and sticky I never moved An inch from here. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

03-25-2005, 02:30 PM	#51 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	walk with me a way wallpaper flowers, love embrace lemonade and liquorice shoelace my face is feeling hot tonight we walked a way under stationary stars and the flashing air planes to wear the streets dont shine even in the traditional rain that wasnt falling that night a dust track running by an old weat field to the left and a pine tree wood at the back the old hospital shimmers invisably in the distance behind the radar tower we laid on her backs head to head, feet pointing in opposite directions i told you about some dreams of mine and you listened i told you about some dreams of mine well they still havent come true and I am not quite the same person I was a few years ago we drank cheap fizzy white wine that tasted slightly of vinegar and you rolled onto your side and i touched the skin on your arm and spelled out your name with my hand without really thinking I never want to make you cry and if there is anything in the world that hurts you, I can make it go away I have not become a stronger man but I know my way around these ways Ive got dust in my hair and dust on my sweatshirt you had on this shade of green eyeshadow that I have never really forgotton even today. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

04-09-2005, 08:37 AM	#52 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	A rain of empty cans The sky is reflective I kiss the patch of skin Behind your knees And I sing this song About my youth, and summer Tree's and tractor tyres Daisy's and buttercups A rain of broken books Shattered the windows of a car I listened to the alarm Singing in the night A song of roses and wine And a failed relationship And an empty room I have dust blankets __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

04-30-2005, 07:54 AM	#53 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	instead of a soul (missing last line of previous poem) The wind and the sun Rattle the sky, storms of light My bright eyes, my cold heart I'm everything you said Im everything you said I was I'll never be a strong man My arms can swell, my Fists can paint like flowers Growing against an gritty old brick wall And the smell of summer And cut grass, the sound of motors And bonfires Listening to pop songs On cheap car stereo's Is our pornography I keep writing things in on my arms And they keep rubbing off Our Father Our father... You look adorable When you wear your hear in pigtails __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

04-30-2005, 08:44 AM	#54 (permalink)
kramus loving the curves Location: my Lady's manor	this is a powerful and very articulate collection. I'll have to come back a few times because I need intervals of digestion to appreciate what I read here. Thanks for the posts. __________________ And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... I'm going with this - if you like artwork visit http://markfineart.ca

08-28-2005, 02:48 AM	#55 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Sunday afternoon Window pane, air glides Like slow humming planes A life like the end of summer A face like cut grass Laid out in the sun to bake Face down in a fishpond Stones and bullets in both of my hands I was only dreaming That things would ever be Any different It was only a dream of life Of what it might have been If I hadnt died that day __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:49 AM	#56 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	everything strikes me as somehow ironic when you're around I keep seeing myself As somehow iconic When you hold my hand I want to kiss your wrists One after the other And I never cried, anyway This love thing Thing called love Its like being close And not thinking of it The sky today struck me With a new beauty, the sun These clouds shaped like rabbit ears For your sake, all of this Came into being, or so I'd say If I knew the words To make it right, and so I'd sing If I had the words To make it stand out. This thing, this love Your shoulder on my chest As we sleep, oh Jesus I want to stay I place my heart in your hand In the glove compartment Of your tidy red car I want to read magazines And laugh out loud with you The shape of your hair, the touch Of your hand, makes me shiver Makes me want to cry Sometimes This love, this heart I've lost sometimes And I've been hurt Enough times now I just want to be happy I just want you Beside me, holding you Late summer afternoon The sun in your hair As if you were an angel As if I was really gonna live This time. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:51 AM	#57 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	stars explode everywhere I can see And we are all made Of dust and we all turn to dust Eventually, sooner than this clock will stop Probably The voice of god Is inside my head I strain and I cannot hear Correctly All of the time The question is Simply Where the deficiency lies To die, to vanish, to never have been Or something else Well, the fear that comes in waves Wont change the answer Anyway __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:51 AM	#58 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	nothing, spoken, nothing gained pciture of God, I hold in my heart and in my brain I dont know anything Reading ghost stories by candlelight on Christmas eve. sometimes my phone rings and I just dont answer I hate being alone, like this I need someone closer to me Than all of this, and all of this if I had to choose Between a girl who doesnt know who Trotsky was And some overweight medeival reviliast type Its not much of a choice Its not much of a choice at all __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:52 AM	#59 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	this is the actual space in which i live in which I never baked a cake for anyone this is the actual face with which I kissed ass and told lies when I was nineteen this is the actual taste of missing out, of a life that feels restricted coiled in on itself and minor panic never really startles all of the birds that eat the crops in the farmers field __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:53 AM	#60 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	He lives in a room All on his own He writes out poems Nobody reads, nobody gets She doesnt cry Anymore, she doesnt Wear that shirt he bought Ever, but she hasnt thrown it out All he ever needed was a sense of perspective All the love he feels is undirected Oh mother, oh mother, I cant explain Just what you've done to me She never knows how to answer the phone It could be anything the wars I wage, the wars I wage Mean NOTHING to her Just an ideal Every black eye I've ever took Healed up long ago There's lots of things I cant get right But I'll fight If you try to kill me tonight I wish I could dye my eyes all white And I wish I could be there tonight SO if you start crying I could kiss away your tears I wont be crying But I wanted to And I wanted to Flicking through these photographs The sun in your hair That smile, your hand Unthinkingly finding mine The old field behind the estate And another Your hand on my chest Golden hair Your hand in my hand A unthinking kiss Unblinking eyes, staring into me The ringtone of your phone Jesus There is only so much Of this I can take Without dying. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:54 AM	#61 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	I know you only want me to cry I know you only want me to be compromised I know you come at me with friendship And mock me behind my back You keep saying I'm so fragile You hold your face against mine at this angle That makes you so pretty, dirty little hate machine I'm not afraid And I've got more levels That you have idea's You call me and hang up the phone And I am always not alone I am always not alone You say you'll pray for me, some days Pray for yourself, I recomend You dont know everything That you think you do SO plastic and so fragile I see your face and it could shatter anytime In the reflection of a mirror If the light hits you At the right angle It goes all the way through. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:54 AM	#62 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	... ... ... Just tell me what to say That will make you stay At least for the night, I'm begging you If I could find the words I'd say them until I couldnt talk Ever again If I cant look at you I know my eyes will never see This world in the same way as they did Everywhere I've been, I've been there with you Today, yesterday... and my childhood even is defined by you.. by you being there By you not being there, and looking back What kind of future can I have If you are nothing? If I am nothing? I'm not saying I wont be here But I know my world will be somehow, irretrievably blanker Duller, more filled with empty space, And all this street sadness Listen, just tell me the words Just let me try one more time I can be whatever you want If I set my mind to it But perhaps I'll never be What you want anyway. I keep almost crying As I walk round my flat Everything here reminds me of you You're somewhere else Out of my sphere Looking beautiful Hair pulled back, that strappy green top Bump your elbow on the corner of the wall.... Oh you silly thing Jesus Its breaking my heart I think Im dying I think I need a sense of God Otherwise, there's nothing for me at all. Listen< I know I can come across a little melodramatic But my hearts in the right place I used to make you laugh And tell me, that day at the old farm With the scrumpty cider... dont tell me that didnt mean something? Love is hard to pin down But maybe just mayeb we were meant for each other In a strange way I always made you laugh You always made me feel safe So, maybe I never knew you anyway And maybe you never saw inside me I still write fake suicide notes in my dreamed So if youre so clever I guess Im still **ed up Perhaps youre not so ing clever Cos Im all **ed up But Im not going anywhere If I can help it at least I guess this is the end I guess I'll cry my tears Until Im all dry, until I'm all empty Except I feel so empty now And Im not done crying __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:55 AM	#63 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	spinning bottle points to my true love so drink it down, drink it down Ouija boards and candle light But there's no ghosts here that I'm afraid of Cheap wine and the hum of a lazy fat plane Creeping across the night We lie on our backs, head to head, by the old radar station I have photographs of you And your bedroom, my testimony Youre still beautiful, and I'm still lonely And on my own these days, I hope You found your own place, and that things worked out The way that you wanted Tree's stretch up to the sky like dying men In winter, but in summer its beautiful still The sky threatens and looms Pretty, Pacific and blue I wont cry any whiskey tears Over a girl like you Anyway All summer the air was full of radio lawnmowers and motor bikes And nobody loved me today And nobody loved me yesterday And I dont love anyone at all. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:56 AM	#64 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	A vale of tears, the colour of amber It means hesitation To you or me A veil of fears, I hide my eyes They're not windows to my soul Becauce I havent got one. I loved you in the old church hall I loved you on the dirt track That ran between the drift And the hardware store, backed against A row of dirty lockups Full of stolen goods Or something I wore an LA Raiders jacket With a bottle of sheery in each arm The time is not suspended But I am suspended Within. Hurts the insteps of my feet To walk on the red and black I am everything you never said I never touched you Were it counted My love, my love, my love Sun like worn out glasspaper Friendly and warm, the embrace Leaves no marks anymore Im not so dramatic To hurt myself If nobody can see Push down my baseball cap I follow the younger gods And know the Elder, in my head All roads the same All roads the same For you and you and me and you Kiss kick punch football face never never never Again __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:56 AM	#65 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Under a heavy sun, under a million stars That dont mean a thing, your smile is the same And its probably just some love song I have stuck in my head Anyway, but you look so beautiful The sky must be somebody's delight Somebody's warning - I had this feeling A time ago, I missed a beat Let me hold your hand, Let me kiss your hair I would never ever let the things That have happened to me happen to you. I find a place, so unspecific I cant find the right words I cant find the right place to hold on to you with You were always lucky at cards Ive been unlucky in love Through no fault of yours I'll admit This empriness This dirty void Grimy light, like a 60 watt bulb Reflected in the rain And I remember the exact pattern of the wallpaper The last time I got a thumping I am not So ironic as I make myself I am not So iconic at all __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:57 AM	#66 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Viper eyes, dirty skies Full of red, the're bleeding A hot dusty yellow expanse The road to the side of me Where Jesus Christ walked Two thousand years ago But night is falling And I cant see. The last thing I will ever touch In this world, for there is none other Is a hoary old date palm Its kiss is like rain Withheld, night, understood The noises withing Echo without When it all comes to little pieces Tarmac and red brick, old tyre, cut up Concrete and sticky weed When I was a child I played here And I will never ever ever ever Be a child again __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:58 AM	#67 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Bitter snake twist, hide my eyes I cannot see the world outside I am not what I made myself seem I walk the line, I walk inbetween On a balmy day, early July The world didnt clinch, my life didnt change My heart didnt skip, my head Is just a case made up of skin With a mass of nervous impulses inside You wore your hair up, and a top made of straps And buckles You were beautiful And I didnt cry Its been a few years since I was so affected I suppose you'll always say This must be what makes me okay I suppose this is why you say I might as well stop If stop means stay If stop means stay Short sausages fingers Fumbling with buttons And buckles Is true romance If you kiss kiss kiss The crease at the back of my knee __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 02:58 AM	#68 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	empty wall poster boy hung up the wrong way round she has a phone that can sing ten different songs and she feels ugly And she cries alone __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:00 AM	#69 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Gospel means good news I'll take a line of vodka And a mouth of vanilla And I'll say my prayers While I'm trying not to scream God see's everything Gospel means good news And 2000 years People cringe before your painted icon To inspire both fear and love Glass stained the colour of blood Dirty old church, cold cold old stone Hanuted by ghosts A big silver horse, a dead gypsy girl And a dog that howls at the moon That I cant see. It's not like the wind, so much It is more like the dark Everywhere, the part that is not seen. Gospel means good news If you are first you might be the last and what is not of this world Is the words unspoken Leather and fire, metal teeth That tear, those puritan kisses Your gamekeeper God How big is your face? As big as the sun Or just As big as the moon Or the distance between My house and the river People find their way To hollow places The echo substantiates Somehow I pull the next thing to me closer And I wont cry, just yet. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:00 AM	#70 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	Silver clouds rain like kisses empty and nasty make me feel cold little pretty hate machines little microbes that wreck like buildings old chinese skateboard children singing and breaking flash photography and mobile phones I walk the same ways that one hundred men have done I walk the same ways and feel angry and pastoral weeds at my feet wont trip me over At least for today The river is dirty The river is pretty Feels like love Feels like your hand When you reach for my hand Without really thinking Just what it means __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:01 AM	#71 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	wicker wall, drinking cup my darling, is this enough is this enough this place I stand, these white walls wont fall down any time soon. I write songs That I cant sing It takes me back to the place I gew up. I feel that we know each other Well enough that you at least owe me some honesty, so What do you want? These white walls, this TV That sits on the floor, this Sleeping bag and These golf clubs stacked Like enemy soliders by my Solitary bed. Is this what you want? We've been a long time Figuring this out I have computer hands I tread on rubber balls Whichever way I turn. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:02 AM	#72 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	I was writing this when my internet connection crashed, and it put me off so I didnt finish it.... The faces of angels and angles Everyday I walk the same way, and When I prey, I clench my hands In a certain way, and the sky above me Could be empty for all that I know There's people that live round my way That talk in different voices And my conscience is clean, whatever you say I never did anything That I cannot find myself apart Throughout, and to overcome Sometimes you have to crawl right underneath As low as the belly of the snake With dirt in your eyes And grass stains on your face I've got scratches all over my back And I dont feel well, sometimes I wish there was someone else Who's shoulder I could cry upon You can tie me to your armchair And slap my face and make me dance With your electric stick You could pull out all my finger nails I dont deny, but you'll never Have my sense of perspective Dear Father, not yet in heaven Nor hell, nor any other place But the occupation of the space You swallowed 50 or so years ago I wrote this for you just to let you know I really do hate you, and I never forgave Im not the type, whether you think You deserve this or that, all you'll get from me Is the same sullen resentment and Craven dislike. Im a lot stronger than I was In former times, there are certain things I would not recomend that you say In my presence But what do I care, and what do I know and if you are broken, and I am broken And if you cried, many times I wanted to I dont really like it When you call me "buddy" and "pal" Cos we're not friends and we never have been and we never will be, and I never want to See you, actually, ever again. My childhood, clutches me now, Im 27 And I wont let go of the memory The space, the geography, the grass The dew, the pond, winter frozen Cracking the ice with a cricket stump And the grass and the sandpit and being alone And rotting apple trees and bamboo canes All in line Pretty like soliders Marching stationary to a silent battle drum Ive never been a fighter myself Although my hand feel heavy right now The things I remember, goldfish, and Montana And Idaho, and a pale faced man with a thick Moustache, and places I never see I used to count cars And vans and trucks and bikes and girls 30 years before I was born A girl was killed outside the very same house Although I admit, i dont know if she slept In my room. I feel drawn to bodies of water Like I do to the night, when its quiet And the unearthly hum of the unseen Rumbles in the foreground of my mind I seek desolation in some sense, I think Something in the empty space Finds an answer deep inside of me I keep writing the same poem About this world, about this girl I met last weekend at this bar Her fingers were not markedly elongated And her accent was one I could place Somewhere round these ways Her hair wasnt made of silver I dont understand I dont understand I dont understand __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:03 AM	#73 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	A rain of empty cans The sky is reflective I kiss the patch of skin Behind your knees And I sing this song About my youth, and summer Tree's and tractor tyres Daisy's and buttercups A rain of broken books Shattered the windows of a car I listened to the alarm Singing in the night A song of roses and wine And a failed relationship And an empty room I have dust blankets covering up my soul __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

08-28-2005, 03:03 AM	#74 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	walk with me a way wallpaper flowers, love embrace lemonade and liquorice shoelace my face is feeling hot tonight we walked a way under stationary stars and the flashing air planes to wear the streets dont shine even in the traditional rain that wasnt falling that night a dust track running by an old weat field to the left and a pine tree wood at the back the old hospital shimmers invisably in the distance behind the radar tower we laid on her backs head to head, feet pointing in opposite directions i told you about some dreams of mine and you listened i told you about some dreams of mine well they still havent come true and I am not quite the same person I was a few years ago we drank cheap fizzy white wine that tasted slightly of vinegar and you rolled onto your side and i touched the skin on your arm and spelled out your name with my hand without really thinking I never want to make you cry and if there is anything in the world that hurts you, I can make it go away I have not become a stronger man but I know my way around these ways Ive got dust in my hair and dust on my sweatshirt you had on this shade of green eyeshadow that I have never really forgotton even today. __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas

10-09-2005, 08:05 AM	#75 (permalink)
Strange Famous follower of the child's crusade?	A I walked 70 steps, and 70 back To kiss the air, inbetween the place that you stood waiting, and the place where You should have been instead. Wearing green and red braids Tied up in your hair, match The scars inside my eyes, but no one see's The weather indoors, until the day The storm breaks once for all. When I was a child, I would see it raining In my bedroom, like static fear I knew where the devil lived, the space The colour of his eyes All red like hate, like a wolf bite of a growl Stuck in the back of all the hate Rumbling forwards, teeth that bite I dont know if I could run fast enough But since I got bigger, things Become more specific I know the space between your hairline And your eyes, like the back of my hand And I can measure myself there For whats it worth, and I cant dance No more. Maybe I never could There are things I see, things I saw Things I never see anymore __________________ "Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate, for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain without being uncovered." The Gospel of Thomas