Thursday, September 30, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


My songs, my songs,
my poor little songs,
born so weak,
and in need of their father,
in webbed nerves
lets them tumble
and break apart
upon the old floor
tearful and gentle
carry the pieces home
and slowly, softly
begin to put them together
once more.

Monday, September 27, 2010


If I ever get impatient for what's to come,
I think back to all the fucks and
fights and faces
that have
blurred by
while I sat staring
out through the window of my speeding life
and falling back
into the moment
I smile
and melt into

Freezer Birds.

Do you like to break the rules
of The Modern World?
The Modern World?
Or do you like to hide under
feather light words
that ignite and burn,
as soon as you turn
into a Bird - you know -
come for You.

Do you try
to hide yourself
from The Modern World?
Or would you like
a poster sized
and stabilised girl
to keep for yourself
knowing as soon as she turned
into a Bird -
she would leave

But I'll hear your call
I promise I will -
If I hear at all...

Would you like to
break some Rules
of The Modern World,
oh my Modern Girl?
Or should we try
to find the words
that ignite and burn
our own Little World?
And as soon as we turn
into Birds
we will fly...

True, True, True!

Sunday, September 26, 2010


I got interviewed by awesome UK Magazine, FAULT.

You can read it here, if ye like. x

Thursday, September 23, 2010

An Invitation.

What a shame
that burning pain
was all the rage
when we were going out -
I've been holding on
to the last of you
thinking that
if I just kept your dress
this whole sordid mess
would keep me in check
and you' never forget...

Now you're invited
to The Burning.
bring your old photos
and Love Notes.
We'll make the flames
so high
they shame the sun
and keep it burning,
until we find The One.

As I'm cleaning out
our old bedroom
I hear a song
that you never knew
that I liked too.
And there's paper bags
and gasoline
that I got from
God knows where,
but it's time to not care.

So you're invited
to The Burning.
Bring your old photos
and Love Notes.
We'll make the flame
so high
it shames the sun.
And keep it burning
until we find The One.

And this whole sordid mess
that kept us in check-

we can finally forget.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


Follow your heart Now
and you will be saved;
ignore the whispers
'cause they never change;
answer to no one
as no one knows You,
and let it all rain now
and long reign The Truth
it is
with all eyes on You
cold and blue
it all lies on You.

Open your eyes Now -
everyone lies;
they despise the dreamer
'cause dreamers can fly;
and outside your own mind
try to remain
as calm as an ocean
with no sign of rain,
it is...

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sunday, September 12, 2010

GET DRUNK by Charles Baudelaire
ONE SHOULD always be drunk. That’s the great thing; the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and bowing you to the earth, you should be drunk without respite.
Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But get drunk.
And if sometimes you should happen to awake, on the stairs of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your own room, and find that your drunkenness is ebbing or has vanished, ask the wind and the wave, ask star, bird, or clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and the clock will all reply: “It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.”

Swan Lake.

The swans made only one mistake,
they let us dance across the lake.
Now pirouettes might be the way
to pray
as we go crazed...

With bad news surely on its way,
it makes no sense for us to stay.
Let's pack our wings and fly somewhere
just for the day
and let's go crazed..

And all those times they tried
to make us sacrifice our souls
but we just don't say die
they never wondered

Thursday, September 9, 2010


I thought, on the train, how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes & barrens & wilds. It still dwarfs & terrifies & crushes. The rivers still roar, the mountains still crash, the winds still shatter. Man is an affair of cities. His gardens & orchards & fields are mere scrapings. Somehow, however, he has managed to shut out the face of the giant from his windows. But the giant is there, nevertheless.

Use your delusion.

When I was told I could not fly,
I painted stars on the ceiling
and earth on the floor
and clouds on the walls
and smiling I realised
I already had
everything I ever wanted.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Where I am today.

The memory
has given me so much