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Face up to it.: Honestly, this is all I have
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Sunday, April 18, 2010. Honestly, this is all I have. Look down the barrel of a gun. I told you so, I told you so. That speck of dust. Oh that lonely swish of the hand. The smooth shape of stone. At the bottom of your driveway. Holding your face in your palms. Watching the slow afternoon sun. Yawn over dead paddocks. Reaching down into the basket. And that last apple; break its skin. Tear it the fuck up. Down your bedroom wall. Light fingers on keys.
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Face up to it.: April 2010
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Sunday, April 18, 2010. Honestly, this is all I have. Look down the barrel of a gun. I told you so, I told you so. That speck of dust. Oh that lonely swish of the hand. The smooth shape of stone. At the bottom of your driveway. Holding your face in your palms. Watching the slow afternoon sun. Yawn over dead paddocks. Reaching down into the basket. And that last apple; break its skin. Tear it the fuck up. Down your bedroom wall. Light fingers on keys.
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Face up to it.: January 2008
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Books I wan' read. Rule by Secrecy - Jim Marrs. Hyperspace: Scientific Odyssey Through Parallel Universes, Time Warps and the Tenth Dimension - Michio (Michlo? The 12th Planet: Book one of the Earth Chronicles - Zacharia Sitchin. No prizes for guessing why. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. Monday, January 28, 2008. All in for two. A flushed bright upon my skin. A writhing dusk gives way to night. And all around me is a wild.
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Face up to it.: We dance to the sound of sirens
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Thursday, December 04, 2008. We dance to the sound of sirens. When i try and tell you words. In so awkward ways. I walk sweaty palmed with torment. Who barrels my temple. So i splutter the truth. I'm sorry my love. Somewhere in the past. Few minutes i lost you. I'll just pull my knees to chest. And you can tell me. Oh, before you start. I saw the sunrise this morning. And i spread my wings below it. I slipped into the breeze going by. And how i flew!
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Face up to it.: Mal, mal mal francais
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Mal, mal mal francais. It, uh, it is diffic ult. For me, to saying.in english. Moi aussi, mais en francais. C'est difficile. Yes, but your French, it is very good. Merci, mais c'est pas vrai.donc, qu'est-ce que tu penses de.erm.mon.accent? Er, le.facon.dans quel.je parle.quand je dit les mots.par exemple je dit francais, mon dieu, au secours.c'est bien? Oui, c'est bien? Ah, yes, please. C'est fini. Mal, mal mal francais.
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Face up to it.: April 2008
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Monday, April 28, 2008. When he betroths me to his future. What can I do? I only stumble at the words. I should be saying. And grin pointlessly instead. When he takes a hand. And puts it to my face. And I like it. If he pulls it back at first. And puts it harder? Then the things he says. Shout a promise he won't say. Give me hope beyond the reason. That I said I'd never sway. So I sit upon the shelf. And look upon the life he lives. He makes a choice.
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Face up to it.: December 2008
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Thursday, December 04, 2008. We dance to the sound of sirens. When i try and tell you words. In so awkward ways. I walk sweaty palmed with torment. Who barrels my temple. So i splutter the truth. I'm sorry my love. Somewhere in the past. Few minutes i lost you. I'll just pull my knees to chest. And you can tell me. Oh, before you start. I saw the sunrise this morning. And i spread my wings below it. I slipped into the breeze going by. And how i flew!
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Face up to it.: February 2009
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Tuesday, February 03, 2009. My words, they're back! Her eyes shone with death. She was alive in the end. Her breath hers to spend. How ever she would dare. Would she breathe of the love. Of her lover in abacus shoes? The black edges of death, around her they crawl. Around violet eyes, they call. Away with conviction, away with deceit! In the last throes of life death will not be defeat. And now that you pool like my coat at my feet.
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Face up to it.: June 2008
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Wednesday, June 18, 2008. You saturate my fifth with your sumptuous third. Sitting high like a volta. I hold on for age;. I can feel it washing over me. We sit in warm silence. A spectacle of tension. When you run my hands through your hair. Those soft chords echo. And the echo bounces back. Into the dark wool. To savour and take. Feel the inner middle east satisfied. To the sated outer west. Course it in you. Unto the distant dusk. Hold it over me.
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Face up to it.: Thoughts of a 15 year old
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Face up to it. Nothing worth having in life comes easy. Thursday, October 16, 2008. Thoughts of a 15 year old. Thursday, October 16, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am words, we are words. If we are here, you are here, we are here together. A sad man once said to me, do what you do and be what you be. I said to him in dimmed tones, there's more to life than skin and bones. Mal, mal mal francais. Thoughts of a 15 year old. For a darker turn. View my complete profile.
