Here.
New poem...
If a lie is but an extension of the truth
Then am I but a shade of you?
We’ll drink through it all
In the modern age
I shall sap you of your love
Automatic definition
You are nothing without me
Unlike the ones you left behind
We slip
We starve
Beneath sheets of dust
Heaven and hell
Not realms of trust
Amniotic surrender
Under clear blue skies
Domesticated
Almay eyes
Looking asunder
Inbetween, in doubt
You twist and turn
Curve
To my delight
Lashes
To hide the lines
Lashes
For our disguise
Black circle propaganda
Cream conceal
Corporate ideal
‘You can look
but you can’t feel’
Nothing can touch me
24ml scars
Identity scourge
Reckless
Colour thirst
Burn 24/7 delay
Primitive
Tone
Mechanical
‘Just Perfect’
But the mirror never lies
Once upon a time…
The day you lose
Burial rights regard
Pro-life; not for you
To choose
Prepare for divine invasion
Auburn correction
Beneath sullen anger
Lipids lose their direction
Airbag generation
Voice unnecessary
Hands to our eyes
Disbelief settles in
Beneath the pores
But simmering uncertainty
Rejects the cause
Natural endeavour struggle
Learn to love
Mannequin blues
Pinpoint oblivion
Robots guide us
To the stars
Flesh disposal
Erased and so white
‘…and we can see infinity
from such heights’
It means no more
Than playing pretend
Meaning in a thin black line
From here to eternity
Take the route through
And down the
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Waking up is not barred
Inner perfection imbalance
Arisen scarred
Pupils dilate; reaction
To our chemical concoction
Solvent fraction realisation
Dilution
Cosmetic pollution
Hypocritical charade
Heart beat defend
Corrupt cardiovascular parade
Now on sale!
Three for two
‘Here’s a free sample for you’
Look into these eyes
No fear
We are facing in different directions
Signposted confessions
In sickness and in health
In guidance, true
Gregarious, futile
Blacks turn to grey
But still,
Wicked words will have their way.
How can you turn
Something so beautiful
Into this monstrosity?
No comment
Reinvention ridicule
Nothing can touch me
Virgin truth
Disguised abomination
‘the ultimate in visual degradation’
Production planned victimisation
The west has won the war
Not a pittance or a penny
For the victims of the law
Moral corruption
Audience expectation
Plain envy
Washing true
There’s no reason
For the many,
No justice for the few
Mannequin rouge
This season’s colour
Take no pity
Take no refuge
Natural inclinations
Point to the trigger
‘But that was a statistic,
not a figure’
Decline
Enemy lines
Cocaine hybrids
Willing destruction
Around a mascara ring road
Model submission
Ultimate decomposition
To pick you off with a nail
The timing so incomplete
But our mission will not fail
Into dust we fall
Stony stars erase us
Nothing can stand between
Those Almay eyes
Do you defy the system?
It’ll only suck you in
For what you can not comprehend
Jump right in
The waters break beneath the lines
The subtle truth; a black gun
Regaining strength, a cry of recognition
The price of fun
Justice in your hands; remains
Its shape a shadowy figure
Innocent façade
Extension of you
Lies regurgitating truth
In all the pretty colours and hues
That those seeking immortality choose.
Ammunition apathy
The child captured in shadows
Of red, white and blue
On a cloth of stripes and stars
They went too far…
In a sacrificial ceremony.
‘…And now love, freedom and truth
are but a memory’.
{Anna C.J. 9/5/05}
I am going to see the Hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy tonight with Andy! yay ^-^.
If a lie is but an extension of the truth
Then am I but a shade of you?
We’ll drink through it all
In the modern age
I shall sap you of your love
Automatic definition
You are nothing without me
Unlike the ones you left behind
We slip
We starve
Beneath sheets of dust
Heaven and hell
Not realms of trust
Amniotic surrender
Under clear blue skies
Domesticated
Almay eyes
Looking asunder
Inbetween, in doubt
You twist and turn
Curve
To my delight
Lashes
To hide the lines
Lashes
For our disguise
Black circle propaganda
Cream conceal
Corporate ideal
‘You can look
but you can’t feel’
Nothing can touch me
24ml scars
Identity scourge
Reckless
Colour thirst
Burn 24/7 delay
Primitive
Tone
Mechanical
‘Just Perfect’
But the mirror never lies
Once upon a time…
The day you lose
Burial rights regard
Pro-life; not for you
To choose
Prepare for divine invasion
Auburn correction
Beneath sullen anger
Lipids lose their direction
Airbag generation
Voice unnecessary
Hands to our eyes
Disbelief settles in
Beneath the pores
But simmering uncertainty
Rejects the cause
Natural endeavour struggle
Learn to love
Mannequin blues
Pinpoint oblivion
Robots guide us
To the stars
Flesh disposal
Erased and so white
‘…and we can see infinity
from such heights’
It means no more
Than playing pretend
Meaning in a thin black line
From here to eternity
Take the route through
And down the
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Waking up is not barred
Inner perfection imbalance
Arisen scarred
Pupils dilate; reaction
To our chemical concoction
Solvent fraction realisation
Dilution
Cosmetic pollution
Hypocritical charade
Heart beat defend
Corrupt cardiovascular parade
Now on sale!
Three for two
‘Here’s a free sample for you’
Look into these eyes
No fear
We are facing in different directions
Signposted confessions
In sickness and in health
In guidance, true
Gregarious, futile
Blacks turn to grey
But still,
Wicked words will have their way.
How can you turn
Something so beautiful
Into this monstrosity?
No comment
Reinvention ridicule
Nothing can touch me
Virgin truth
Disguised abomination
‘the ultimate in visual degradation’
Production planned victimisation
The west has won the war
Not a pittance or a penny
For the victims of the law
Moral corruption
Audience expectation
Plain envy
Washing true
There’s no reason
For the many,
No justice for the few
Mannequin rouge
This season’s colour
Take no pity
Take no refuge
Natural inclinations
Point to the trigger
‘But that was a statistic,
not a figure’
Decline
Enemy lines
Cocaine hybrids
Willing destruction
Around a mascara ring road
Model submission
Ultimate decomposition
To pick you off with a nail
The timing so incomplete
But our mission will not fail
Into dust we fall
Stony stars erase us
Nothing can stand between
Those Almay eyes
Do you defy the system?
It’ll only suck you in
For what you can not comprehend
Jump right in
The waters break beneath the lines
The subtle truth; a black gun
Regaining strength, a cry of recognition
The price of fun
Justice in your hands; remains
Its shape a shadowy figure
Innocent façade
Extension of you
Lies regurgitating truth
In all the pretty colours and hues
That those seeking immortality choose.
Ammunition apathy
The child captured in shadows
Of red, white and blue
On a cloth of stripes and stars
They went too far…
In a sacrificial ceremony.
‘…And now love, freedom and truth
are but a memory’.
{Anna C.J. 9/5/05}
I am going to see the Hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy tonight with Andy! yay ^-^.