July 2011
1 post
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April 2011
1 post
Wings.
I am only a fledgling. A freshly feathered, brightly painted young creature, ready to defeat the world, and thinking that such is possible only by the wings I have been hastily awarded. This is too new for comfort; I keep stealing looks over my shoulder, expecting somebody to stop me before I edge too far away from the nest, to tell me that it’s safer inside, and come back before you catch...
March 2011
4 posts
The Fiennes.
A dear friend of mine recently (finally) got his musical all act together, recorded it, tied it up with string and called it ‘The Fiennes’. The result; one fantastic indie album that deserves at least a small sample of your ever-decreasing spare time. Have a listen to my personal favourite, You’re Not Left Behind.http://www.myspace.com/thefiennes
February 2011
2 posts
Family.
Who’d have thought that the same people that drove me insane, that suffocated and nauseated, patronized and terrorized me, could find a part of my heart simply with the power of absence. We share the same blue blood and the same intricate history. We face the same demons that were shadowed by our parents, see the world through the same eyes that were gifted by our father.
Somehow the...
January 2011
2 posts
I’ll look my demons in the eyes,
lay bare my chest, say “do your best, destroy me.
“See I’ve been to hell and back so many times
I must admit, you kind of bore me.”
December 2010
2 posts
365.
You find yourself at the end of the line, crossing the threshold of another year, with the echo of the starting gun still ringing through your ears. It seemed so rapid; a journey too vast for pages, words, or photographs, yet lost in a moment of peace and the flicker of your now heavy eyes. You see it now - this is the future you, your future life, in the future world. So far from the place you...
November 2010
6 posts
“I know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions.”
Carpe Diem.
The room was thick with hot air, his lungs filling with traces of decay and fermented death. The sweetly sickening aroma crawled along the darkened hallways and into the fibres of his navy jumpsuit, leaving him irrationally uncomfortable.
Pulling the zip shut along the large black bag, he watched the teeth of the zipper clamp and hold, while his partner read out the credentials; the life of a man...
Adventure.
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.
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Dialogue.
“People like us?! What exactly are ‘we’ like? Do you mean to say that because my clothes are new and my car drives faster, I’m different to those people you see on the streets? Is this all that changes the fact that when you prick me, I bleed? That when you hurt me, I cry? When you hold me, I smile? That when I breathe, I survive - just like ‘them’?
People like...
October 2010
11 posts
A soundtrack for early hours in moonlit streets.
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Rome.
My mother always used to say I was like Nero, who played his violin while the city of Rome burned down to the ground. I always took it to mean I was too consumed by music and art, to see the chaos that danced around me. That, like Nero, I was self absorbed and irrational.
But I’m beginning to realise that perhaps it meant something completely different;
that even though the world was going...
Anchor.
There are too many complications in success, to try and spend your life writing a formula for it. It only takes a few moments in your head to realise that anything worth living for can’t be put in a box; can’t be defined in ‘25 words or less’. That actions, and motives, are not black and white, cut, cleared and delivered in brown paper.
I’ve realised the closest I...
Spider's Webs.
The web was strangled with intricate layers and multiplexed levels; one passage seemed to lead to the heart of another small geometric pattern in the spider’s slowly built masterpiece. She watched as the spiny creature spun a steady thread, like clockwork, in concentration; it extended and re layered the web in patient movements, but steady execution. One slip, one intrusion, one minuscule...
It was a long time coming,
But here it is;
Kanye...
September 2010
10 posts
East.
The Clacton border calls from the foot of the sea,
standing on the cold rocks, it’s hard to believe
that the chill that’s inside me is simply a breeze
that left off the earth and flew to the East.
Graduation.
He seemed to think that it ended here. That the receiver of his inevitable abuse, the scapegoat for his failures, for his scars, was finally reaching its end. He seemed to believe that in days, his life would push through the pain of the bottle-neck pressure, then burst into the freedom suggested with finishing these miles of his life. He planned his travels, his education, his future wife in his...
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
Lustre.
The peculiar thing about light and dark, is that when it wants to,
light will invade the dark; expose its every corner; every sinew of its feeble being.
But no matter how hard darkness tries, it can never extinguish the flame.
In fact, the more darkness there is, the more the light will surely penetrate.
August 2010
28 posts
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How to attain happiness;
1.Play this song
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never ever ever.
I can’t ever stop you from making my own mistakes.
Never give up, or give in, never back up, or bow down;
If I could never hold those for my own,
I couldn’t expect the better of you.
Sanity.
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And...
Cloud travels.
To me, it has become more and more evident, that nature has always understood our greatest dilemmas. We find watching clouds an unpredictable task because they never stop transforming, moving and changing; in a sense, they never give up. Not in darkness, not in daylight; they’re far more persistent than we ever were. Their purpose is served, regardless of the weather; because the fact is,...
Glory.
