Short and Short

No poetry. No structure. No pre-planned thought process. I just need a good old-fashioned vent I guess...

Life is hectic. Touch and go. Right now I seem to be living one day at a time. Going from one feeling to the next. Feel as though I need more organisation. More structure. More routine. More exercised self-control. I need to sort my shit out.

You make my head revolve. Although the circles in my head aren't really circles. They're more circuits. The tangents are never ending and sometimes leave me feeling lost.

Ahhh I'm too tired to write anymore...

Friend of a Kind

To My messed up, cigarette smoking, paranormal activity magnetic, unappreciated, pubic hair waxing, tattooed, huggie wearing, pierced, smart arsed, dearest friend,

I guess all I can really say is- I'm so glad I have you.

To My Black Dog

I refuse to be your domain. I refuse to let you inhabit me.

You are not welcome here.

The fight between us is becoming more increasingly violent and its wearing me out. Enough. No more tearing at my composure. If you are to stay then let us atleast have these battles in private. A coffee shop is no place for a dog. The bedroom is no place for a dog. In the presence of company is no place for a dog.

I can no longer feed you for I have no reason to. Perhaps there was a time when I tried to reason with myself and to argue that you were a part of me and to justify why. But I was under your influence. Addictively enticing, you're easy to be fooled by. But no. I wont be foolish. I know that the more I feed you, the more I come to starve.

The less I eat, the more I sleep. The more I sleep the less I do. The less I do the more I welcome you into my life unknowingly.

And the cycle goes on.

Stop. No more.

It is, is it?

We are living, breathing works of art.

I had a realisation tonight that to be an artist, you must live through art. I have struggled and fought with a skill, a talent, because of the fear of failing after putting so much effort into something that should mean so much. I've always had the thought "there is no point in trying to make it big as an artist because there is so much competition and there is no way you could stand along side artists like that and compete with the best of the best, and make it." I've realised that I've missed the point completely. Untill now.

Art is the way we experience life. We should not try to capture art, but let it capture us.

It is a personal reflection. It is the essence of our souls.

Im not home now take me drunk

*NB* Half of this post was written while perhaps slightly intoxicated on Friday night while the rest I was in a state of soberness.

Seriously, im not as think as you drunk I am. But even so, this may be a perfect opportunity to get my words on. Wait a second though, I forgots my wines...

So here we stand,
Within the hollow of our hearts fires,
Within the heat of our hearts hidden desires,
And seem to find,
That the warmth is quite inviting,
An umfamiliar kind of comfort.
Exhillarating, yes,
Exciting.

We are victims of Stockholm Syndrome,
Caught in a paradoxical loop.
My fire fuels your fire.
Your soft flame feeds mine too.

It wraps around my skins conscience,
Sending capillaries to the surface,
Effortlessly,
It licks,
Along outlines,
Of my existence,
Breathless
Leaving me flushed,
In a hot kind of hindrance

Urges of burning senses,
The core of forbidden fruits.
A violent yet subtle sweetness
The taste of sinful pursuits

These burning words
Upon my tongue
They long to find,
Their way home...

An exclusive reason to smile

I feel as though I have to fight with sleep to get these words down tonight. Because it seems as though these words have been tying themselves around my soul and taking me higher then I can ever remember being lifted before. We become grounded through expression, I do believe.

At first I thought you to be the element of air. How else would you be able to make me burn like you do? Exposing my spontaneous colours of blushing reds. But I explored your essence and discovered that you are a spirit of fire, just as I am myself. And I guess it makes sense.. For I make you burn too...

Fire and Fire:

When Fire meets Fire, life can be an exuberant adventure. It's a vital match where there is mutual inspiration and encouragment. The challenge comes when fiery temperaments turn into struggles for dominance. If there is only drama, without an emotional foundation, this match can burn itself out.

From what I gather from that, we could either be great for each other or we could be a disaster.. And from that I am instantly reminded of one of my favourite quotes from the 'A Softer World' comics series-

"We are terrible for each other,
And, yes, we are a disaster.
But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane
Or a burning building.

Id rather die terrified than live forever."

Lets burn this existence to the core.

It could be oh so much fun...

Snap

And its like you've taken my remote-control, pushed all the right buttons and somehow managed to get the perfect contrast, picture, brightness, everything. Feels like im learning what colour is for the first time, all over again. Thats quite a talent you know...

All I can say is that I cant wait till next time.