Monday, 28 December 2009

Futiletide

Yuletide gaping void of lack,
Causes recollecting back.
Imagination, rampage wild,
Transformed into, wretched child.
Tis season jolly, bright and gay,
But rotten, forgery, and cliche.

Seeking Ghosts, threads entwined,
Hidden in corners, of the mind.

Intense stillness hangs around,
Suspending body, quiet sound,
Stinging cold, yet inside warm,
Want tomorrow, yet feeling torn,
For arrival fast, is such a boon,
Yet means all is dead, far too soon.


Bombarded with, seasonal finesse,
Overwhelm draining, to excess.
Suffocating spend, gorging glee,
Leaves me polar, numb, empty.

Cheer tarnished, excitement dent,
Expectation greater, than event.
Sudden dawning, sharp like knife,
Innocence lost: lachrymose life.

Despite all efforts, to re-create.
Gasping for air, reluctant, too late,
Like a drowning soul, struggling for breath,
We cling to memories & fade to death.

Thursday, 24 December 2009

Merry Sianzmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A cartridge in a sharpie.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four Thora Hirds,
Three sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven tweets a-typing,
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve gins a swigging,
Eleven tweets a-typing,
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie!

The 12 Delays of Christmas



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