I'm not the only one.
I've written yet another poem. Here it is, as follows:
Ineffable, indescribable
Torment in ruins
Running deep, a ravine
Flowing the memories down
Of all that could have been
But you threw it away
Systematic regeneration
Of an infinite being
Breaking me down
Breaking me down
Twisting my neck
In the cord which made me
I feel the shame
Tear it apart
Disposable faces
Inevitable
The dirt reflects the pain
Open and screaming
Writhing with distortion
The first breath is the catastrophe;
The innocent death now embellished
In flashing lights
Fame is the only thing that’s real
Perceive distaste
Take your heart out
Just to feel
Dribbling in clichés
Disturbing parental intermission
Breaking news
Tiny hands in prayer
Weather forecasts
For a world that doesn’t care.
{Cut to commercial}
Wrap it up
And send with love
Hate yourself
To feed the mockery
Hate yourself
To fool them into robbery
I am unaffected
Desensitized
To the advertisement
Of immortality;
This. is. not. reality.
But promotion
Is salvation
The death of innocence
Now a qualified industry
So cry yourself to sleep;
Feel free
Recognition, rat trap
Doped up universe
Sucking us dry
Abort the irony
Squeeze the censor
Through the black hole
You’ve come to know;
This world
Eyes so crystalline
Toothpaste smile smears
Can’t make up
For all these tears
But you’re breaking me down
Breaking me down
Audience the new regime
Purple purpose bruise
How much longer until
We’re rewired to fit the fuse?
Seething in denial
For what they’d have you believe
Kick and scream
Rebel to destroy the dream
We are the new born
Hard focussed
Not to choose
Education screws
Political fucks
Improvise the vision {incision}
For a few nips and tucks
Cut to commercial
Disgust?
Readjust.
This head is so hollow
Reeling with the desire for conformity
Like the sheep in the flock, we follow
Before the loss of identity
I’d like to know the real me
Familiarity breeds contempt;
So turn off the TV
Or cut to a commercial
Visual reinforcement
Two minute broadcasts
Putrid, pungent infection
Spiralling domestic dreams
And churning them out as nightmares
In the media machine
Electricity cables
Only channel denial
To protocol happiness
Never provide an explanation
Of this moral denigration
What
We
Will
Become
When on the decline
Is no less
Than the corporate cogs
That oil the disguise
To manipulate the intricate
Process of denial
Gather the intervene
Now flowing down river
Breaking it down
Dissolve the flow
Deconstruct the synthesis
Anti-product emphasis
Breaking it down
Breaking it down
Contravene under pressure
Technical disposition
But the system still inaccessible
Returning expositions
‘Sale of the century’
Explosion impositions
Wants not needs
Now only those
Who profit will succeed
Destruction knows no realms
So ferment for perfection
Inhale for protection
Nihilism knows no limits
Now the organism
Is under control
Preceding fertilisation
The conception
Prevents rejection
And there’s no trust
In prevention
So highlight intervention
Via commercialisation
Advertise the accidental
Rejoice in relaxation
Rejuvenation never loses
Or leaves its creation
The machine
Now instilling in us
A sense of disbelief
Consciousness
Over inhibition
Breaking it down
Breaking it down
Tearing open
Drying the ravine
No longer a memory
But a reality.
TV immortality
Is here to stay
Be it moral that
Ignorance is bliss;
Better hang your head
And pray…
for all the programmes you will miss.
Copyright by Anna C. J 23/4/05
In other news, I now have my dress for the 'prom' shall we say. Hah, something along the lines of a meal with the people from my college anyway. A final goodbye which shall take place next month. Should be pleasant enough. It's a beautiful turquoise colour, babydoll-esque style with gold sequins below the bust and it is all floaty and ends just before the knees. However I actually spent more on the accessories £40 or so over the actual dress! Haha. Typical of me, isn't it? I bought a pretty white flower, a butterfly necklace and a beautiful purse with very intricate stitching on. However I fear that the back panel stitching has come off so I shall have to send it back.
But my day shopping in Liverpool all by myself was splendid. I managed to buy the following (other than what I previously mentioned)x
Books:
x The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell - Alduous Huxley
x A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
x Enduring Love - Ian Mc Ewan
CD's:
x Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar
x Maximilian Hecker - Lady Sleep
x Patrick Wolf - Wind in the Wires
I also bought a newspaper, just to keep up to date with all of the latest election issues and what not. Plus I had the most wonderful cappucino in café Costa, which was rather pleasing. Mmmm.
Ineffable, indescribable
Torment in ruins
Running deep, a ravine
Flowing the memories down
Of all that could have been
But you threw it away
Systematic regeneration
Of an infinite being
Breaking me down
Breaking me down
Twisting my neck
In the cord which made me
I feel the shame
Tear it apart
Disposable faces
Inevitable
The dirt reflects the pain
Open and screaming
Writhing with distortion
The first breath is the catastrophe;
The innocent death now embellished
In flashing lights
Fame is the only thing that’s real
Perceive distaste
Take your heart out
Just to feel
Dribbling in clichés
Disturbing parental intermission
Breaking news
Tiny hands in prayer
Weather forecasts
For a world that doesn’t care.
{Cut to commercial}
Wrap it up
And send with love
Hate yourself
To feed the mockery
Hate yourself
To fool them into robbery
I am unaffected
Desensitized
To the advertisement
Of immortality;
This. is. not. reality.
But promotion
Is salvation
The death of innocence
Now a qualified industry
So cry yourself to sleep;
Feel free
Recognition, rat trap
Doped up universe
Sucking us dry
Abort the irony
Squeeze the censor
Through the black hole
You’ve come to know;
This world
Eyes so crystalline
Toothpaste smile smears
Can’t make up
For all these tears
But you’re breaking me down
Breaking me down
Audience the new regime
Purple purpose bruise
How much longer until
We’re rewired to fit the fuse?
Seething in denial
For what they’d have you believe
Kick and scream
Rebel to destroy the dream
We are the new born
Hard focussed
Not to choose
Education screws
Political fucks
Improvise the vision {incision}
For a few nips and tucks
Cut to commercial
Disgust?
Readjust.
This head is so hollow
Reeling with the desire for conformity
Like the sheep in the flock, we follow
Before the loss of identity
I’d like to know the real me
Familiarity breeds contempt;
So turn off the TV
Or cut to a commercial
Visual reinforcement
Two minute broadcasts
Putrid, pungent infection
Spiralling domestic dreams
And churning them out as nightmares
In the media machine
Electricity cables
Only channel denial
To protocol happiness
Never provide an explanation
Of this moral denigration
What
We
Will
Become
When on the decline
Is no less
Than the corporate cogs
That oil the disguise
To manipulate the intricate
Process of denial
Gather the intervene
Now flowing down river
Breaking it down
Dissolve the flow
Deconstruct the synthesis
Anti-product emphasis
Breaking it down
Breaking it down
Contravene under pressure
Technical disposition
But the system still inaccessible
Returning expositions
‘Sale of the century’
Explosion impositions
Wants not needs
Now only those
Who profit will succeed
Destruction knows no realms
So ferment for perfection
Inhale for protection
Nihilism knows no limits
Now the organism
Is under control
Preceding fertilisation
The conception
Prevents rejection
And there’s no trust
In prevention
So highlight intervention
Via commercialisation
Advertise the accidental
Rejoice in relaxation
Rejuvenation never loses
Or leaves its creation
The machine
Now instilling in us
A sense of disbelief
Consciousness
Over inhibition
Breaking it down
Breaking it down
Tearing open
Drying the ravine
No longer a memory
But a reality.
TV immortality
Is here to stay
Be it moral that
Ignorance is bliss;
Better hang your head
And pray…
for all the programmes you will miss.
Copyright by Anna C. J 23/4/05
In other news, I now have my dress for the 'prom' shall we say. Hah, something along the lines of a meal with the people from my college anyway. A final goodbye which shall take place next month. Should be pleasant enough. It's a beautiful turquoise colour, babydoll-esque style with gold sequins below the bust and it is all floaty and ends just before the knees. However I actually spent more on the accessories £40 or so over the actual dress! Haha. Typical of me, isn't it? I bought a pretty white flower, a butterfly necklace and a beautiful purse with very intricate stitching on. However I fear that the back panel stitching has come off so I shall have to send it back.
But my day shopping in Liverpool all by myself was splendid. I managed to buy the following (other than what I previously mentioned)x
Books:
x The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell - Alduous Huxley
x A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
x Enduring Love - Ian Mc Ewan
CD's:
x Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar
x Maximilian Hecker - Lady Sleep
x Patrick Wolf - Wind in the Wires
I also bought a newspaper, just to keep up to date with all of the latest election issues and what not. Plus I had the most wonderful cappucino in café Costa, which was rather pleasing. Mmmm.