Hello everyone, I guess i haven't written for a while. I hope the new year is finding you all well. It is for me, working, working working, that's what my life is all about. Currently I'm working for Georgian College as the tech guy, it's fun. OH OH OH! I have started writing again and I feel like I'm 17. Here are two of my brain vomits.
An Ill Referenced Love:
It is quite studious, in fact, to say
the night could not be better for a moon dance
or with the stars if it pleases you,
take heart of take my heart.
Speak softly and love viciously
but never in the reverse;
vicious love spoken softly can stop hearts,
a motionless heart calls for bad hymns...
or is that bloodless limbs?
Either way,
Who wants a prayer of ill symphony?
And here is another little nugget of writing, which is infact the most recent. So far it is nameless.
Again and once more I answer:
"your heart is far to big for this place".
Poor mother of magpies,
swollen pith and crux is never secret
once they make their way between your tiny bindings.
Your pith for pithing
your crux for crucifiction.
Never forget, I slept with you offering
fastened to my arm.
In truth, I didn't;
I lay awake and spin the beads.
Rasarium of carion birds
Hail Mother Mary Magpie.
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