The First Post

The title post that was on my page….For all you new admissions…this is something I wrote a long, long time age, in an age gone by….

A Staccato Stream of Thoughts

Frozen in time. Suspended animation. Cryogenic memories abound….
Dreary. Dull. Uneventful. Life goes on….
A Morning. A Beginning. The Night, an end…
A Morning. A Beginning. The Night, an end…
No pain, no sadness, no fear, no tears….
Sipid smiles and long looks…
Into the fading distance….
What do these pathetic weepy eyes see?
Know not me…

An eon gone by…the cracks have healed….
A dull patina of sickly sweet life-breath…
Survival Instincts….Scab those wounds….
Scars abound….Lost lonely scars….
Scars without a story….scars without a war…????

I love it all…The burning touch…
Depression, depravity, demise…
The black sun pulses, and courses anew….
Fresh nebulas of submerged hate….
Supernovas and dying stars….
Creation, Destruction and slowly passing hours….
It burns and hurts and brings joyous self-hate…
But air and good luck never fed a fire…
Fuel runs out….flickers and sputters…
Throwing dying sparks into dying hate…
Rekindle!!! Reburn!!! Arise!!!
In Vain….

One more desert….Pain just took the elevator down…
Hate is old and sickly and rheumy…
Ticking engines….cooling ashes….
Lukewarm steel and withering passion…
Nothing left to hate…nothing left to burn…
Nothing left to….anything…

Amputation…Survival Instincts…..
Deadwood carved out….
A new sapling….weak in the wind….
Shallow roots….sickly soil…
Spindly stems and mutilated fruits…
Rising from the ashes…
Lets live again!!!

So what if the leaves are black with soot???
So what if blood dries under our boots???
So what if the world seems broken…???
Live cheap…live shallow…wake early…sleep late…
Here…Now….Today….Forever….

Be cunning…be strong…be quick…be warm….
Strive…Endeavour…Toil…Labour…
Building bridges and hunting wolves…
Basic…Woody…Salt of the Earth…

Life again….Rejoice…
“Anything that does’t kill you makes you stronger”
Rejuvenate…Recycle….Rebirth…Reincarnate….
Sleep…Eat….Earn…Coapulate….

Sometimes when I’m walking home…
I feel the touch of Poison…
I hear a breathy angel sing…
Shyly…and then stop at once…
I see eyes that dance with love…
I see a girl…a woman…an angel…
I see her tantalising me from the frosty windowpane…
I see her vanish into the scented rain…
I see her cry three silent heart-breaking tears….
I see her sigh in pleasure….
I see her wince in pain…
I see that card….
I see that dress….
I see the park…
I see the rails..
The Ice Rink…
The Elevator…
The Phone…
The Street…
The Night..
The School…
And last and best I see her whole…
I see dazzling light and my vows are renewed..
Never another…Never another…Never another….Never another….
Never another…Never another…Never another….Never another…
Never another…Never another…Never another….Never another…

And all those times….If you passed me by…
You would see a man…With a strange look in his eyes…
As if he dreams distant dreams…
And wishes hopeless wishes…
And thinks of…
Her……

Frozen in time. Suspended animation. Cryogenic memories abound….

~ by aecoss on December 7, 2006.