tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66313482455827455422024-03-13T04:12:45.616-07:00Violet ScratchHere's where I dip my pen.. expect purple prose.FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-77050614270054747752013-10-20T19:21:00.000-07:002013-10-20T19:21:40.808-07:00MootTo pass a law<br />
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is much the same</div>
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as a how-de-do</div>
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in Old Entish.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Don't be hasty</div>
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Let the moss grow thick</div>
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on your curling (t)wig</div>
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My Lord Chief Justice.</div>
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<br /></div>
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As syllables roll</div>
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and rumble, bark</div>
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and so bite</div>
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into paper.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Drink deep</div>
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of your ent-draught</div>
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Let the ink</div>
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grow you tall.</div>
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<br /></div>
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When in time, hammer falls</div>
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on the crime-walls</div>
<div>
of Isengard.</div>
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Hoom, hom!</div>
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<br /></div>
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"Deciding what to do does not take Ents so long as going over all the facts and events that they have to make up their minds about. Still, it is no use denying, we shall be here a long time yet." - Fangorn.</div>
FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-59990497825955884592013-03-01T18:14:00.005-08:002013-03-01T18:14:55.451-08:00Solstice......or Equinox, it's hard to care<br />
when wintry bites kiss skin, waft hair<br />
around your face, while ghost-white sun<br />
hangs overhead, illuminating<br />
frosty diamonds left in clumps at roadsides, and the earthbanks<br />
raised to hem in cars, keep everything in place.<br />
<br />
The silent hedges, bare and brown-black<br />
long and shallow vale between the hollow hills<br />
and monolith on monolith, alone, but gathered<br />
in a slow, stately procession.<br />
<br />
Cardinal, the points among the hills a-ringing valley ways<br />
marked by tumulus and trees, and once, a farmer's wards<br />
Keep off! Private property<br />
but we all know that some would sneak in, after dark<br />
and surreptitiously smoke fags, and proffer cans<br />
and these the worshippers.<br />
<br />
The youth are not so much for new-hight-old<br />
there's too much of the secondary school<br />
to bold<br />
and brave<br />
and wild old priests<br />
or witches who fought cops, and bombs<br />
amidst the dawning of Aquarius.<br />
<br />
'This place is ours, go get your own!<br />
We earned our every dreadlock, face-line, frown<br />
and sense of false belonging,' thronging, as they say it<br />
but without the words, unless it be to clasp 'the maiden stone' to bosom.<br />
'If you look here,' one enraptured earnestly proclaims,<br />
'This timeless hole through stone enables one to spy the exact point of noonday sun<br />
at holy time.'<br />
<br />
Have I the heart to tell her now<br />
that dynamite, and over-zealous archaeology<br />
the barest whit of time gone by<br />
caused this so 'timeless' hole?<br />
I do.<br />
She scowls, and hugs the grey stone tighter, tight<br />
as if it wailed, a bairn all cosy in her stubborn arms.<br />
A dog runs madly up and down a slope<br />
A ball is all his want.<br />
And mine?<br />
The pub, and good, gold mead.<br />
My thirst's for different waters.FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-550988838919192612012-11-15T17:45:00.000-08:002012-11-15T17:45:24.593-08:00Discomfort FoodI can't write, but<br />
I can't not write<br />
If only I can stay<br />
Right here<br />
Nerves thrumming<br />
Fingers drumming<br />
Make-believe that I'm alive and<br />
Watch the hours go slipping way, way away<br />
<br />
Inaction's where the real action is.<br />
<br />
Fear's my guide, yet<br />
Fear won't guide me<br />
All it does is just<br />
Cripple, and compress<br />
Crawling, distress<br />
Sitting, standing, waiting for the headsman<br />
I gave him the hood, the axe, the job<br />
<br />
There's nothing in this.<br />
<br />
To hell with the calories. I have to burn this off before it sticks.<br />
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Special thanks to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tones_on_Tail">Tones on Tail</a>, whose number 'Instrumental' got me through this one.FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-74681950936158530612012-11-01T18:30:00.001-07:002012-11-01T18:30:08.921-07:00Short and HorribleWhat have I told you of dropping at eaves<br />
Were you not sworn not to listen?<br />
Folk shouldn't hark<br />
to things after dark<br />
Now you just lie there, and glisten.<br />
<br />
Didn't I bid you to button your coat?<br />
Fog in the hollows is pooling.<br />
People who turn<br />
wish they'd never learned<br />
Love, you are rapidly cooling.<br />
<br />FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-87543903856642056352012-10-27T18:34:00.001-07:002012-10-28T06:30:46.422-07:00Family<div>
<i><b>(self-harm trigger warning)</b></i></div>
<div>
</div><a href="http://violetscratch.blogspot.com/2012/10/family.html#more">Scratch for more »</a>FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-5197698487178403032012-10-20T19:00:00.003-07:002012-10-20T19:05:47.307-07:00Three A.M., SwanseaAlive<br />
I'm the only man on these streets<br />
Water running under my feet is singing<br />
the last number that the D.J.'s spinning.<br />
<br />
Though, he isn't here, and there's no music<br />
but the rhythm of my feet, and the cooling sweat<br />
under the leather jacket.<br />
<br />
The last living things<br />
under these tangerine stars, with their concrete supports<br />
and the haze of blue-black far above them<br />
are the cats. Not me.<br />
<br />
I died back there<br />
under the lights<br />
inside the beat.<br />
I died, and kept falling<br />
long after the last notes fell out of the air.<br />
<br />
Here's my heaven<br />
A city hushed at the footfall of a pale spectre<br />
A boy flying home on the three a.m boots express<br />
through long, flat stretches<br />
and tumbling hills<br />
<br />
His eyes are studded with starlight<br />
and the zips on the jacket<br />
are all that`s holding back his wings.FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-15972071146273784522012-10-17T17:32:00.000-07:002012-10-17T17:35:33.367-07:00Two Since GoneWhen I was small<br />
<div>
There was the nightmare</div>
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A speeding car, drawing away</div>
<div>
The leadfoot driver, safe because</div>
<div>
He isn't me.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The back seat's too big and the window's too wide</div>
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The glass will shatter, <i>it's</i> coming inside</div>
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<br /></div>
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I'm going to die.</div>
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<br /></div>
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----------------------------------------------------</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
When I was small</div>
<div>
There was the nightmare</div>
<div>
The playground's lit, sodium glare</div>
<div>
The daylight children, safe because</div>
<div>
They aren't me.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The light doesn't matter, the adults can't see</div>
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The time's come, <i>it's</i> waited so patiently</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
I'm going to die.</div>
FeelinZombifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12335655076199322349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631348245582745542.post-5315563435047569922012-10-16T18:47:00.002-07:002012-10-16T18:49:56.779-07:00Mr. Crossroads<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you know me? Here we go, we’re</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">just the spots before your eyes.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You and me can fucking double-take,</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">be lords of fucking flies</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Heads on sticks, two quick cheap tricks</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">good times that fade before we’re done</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I dance on rope to give you hope</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">been out too damn long in the sun.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here’s dust, here’s rust, and shivering lust,</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">don’t want this, but oh, you do</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the white-out next to blackout, I’m the driver</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">swinging the screw.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’ve been up since half past Byron, though that played out pretty poor,</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m the ugly</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m the drug he</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Took down, sauntering past death’s door</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">When you look on me, don’t shudder</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">That just gets me on your case</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m old lilies and a pair of jeans</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So black they came from space</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Void and null is just a pitcher</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pour the liquid out like sin</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">For you’ll never get to itch her</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Though the scratching does you in.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Time's up; sit a spell and heed me</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing's cheap, and that is all</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bones go creaking, blood is leaking</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">to the bottom of it all</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">When you get to where you're going</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">be not meek, nor proud, nor pissed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was never nothin' pers'nal</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just your name, upon my list.</span></div>
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