Thursday, November 30, 2006


I tighten my grip on the moment and wince against the force,
my thoughts, abrupt and untameable, run riot through reason,
and tested and tortured I accelerate towards the first eruption
incapable of calm,
angry am I
and I mean harm

my will fragmented I fight to keep control,
unpredictable and erratic, I am derived of this beast unleashed on my soul,
if reason could conquer I would pray for all
incapable of calm,
angry am I
and I mean harm

but limited are the merits of my foe, suddenly departed
and in its place hastens despair,
curtailed at the brink of destruction I stand bereft and abandoned,
the penitent man,
angry I was
defeated I am.



simply pink

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Remeber remember the fifth of November, gunpowder
treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder,
treason
should ever be forgot...
5th November 2006

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

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