A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

Behold a jocund morn indeed! –Sun on high – birds in sky.Yonder the whist firth eathing,Fro where a gale erranteth. Ye beholdest but the shadow. That is a lie!Mayhap a tithe of trothplight – Lief I am not!I deem – e’er and anon! My words are but a twist.Tis a […]


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Black As The Devil Painteth

An artist is what is call’d the self that the brush holdeth –Though hath it then caringly caress’d the Canvas of to-morrow?,O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool – still! passionless it quivereth,Minding not that my hands are more than apt;My Muse, Where is hiddenThe blue-huéd arch’neath the High […]


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Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe,An ado as aglow:Belying the paynimThou rewrot’st the tome –An ivy-crown’d and dancing,And fawn’d and trancing –Espying the surly wud,And heeding her not. Celebration Afear’d of Bacchante,And dost thou ‘hold the yill? –Behind is the sleepless;Eyne ‘holding na mo. Celebration «Onto the paper scribe I the […]


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Dying – I Only Feel Apathy

Now as I am to be bereaft of my trothI cry aloud my last words of lost hope.A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;Huxes like moisture through pores. I am unwilling to forgiveHim who depriev’d me of my life –Gloaming the sequence –A momentary view.Perishing intervals of […]


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Musique

I synthesise and press a lighted keyTurn it on, compose a melodyRedo from start, I need more rhythm1 and 4 was for the CommodoreA catchy beat, I put it on repeatI program more, but still it’s incompleteStart and stop, where’s the perfect pitch?I won’t give up until I tap my […]


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Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress – behest me! –A funeral thou’lt hark, swarth murderess – the Devil,Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell’s hap;Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy. And the wench doth bawdness to blow,Stay my adamant –Suffer me to transfix thee;And the wench doth […]


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Sweet Art Thou

Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten’d! I shall climb the yew,Will it subdue me or not! Swooning emotions smite my bosom –I have in aptness depriev’d thy eyrieOh! – but ne’er alas; Fro many another […]


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Liquid Man

He says to her, "There’s a woman in the upstairs window"She turns and looksThe blurred image of the echo fades awayAs the silhouette setShe’s smoking a cigaretteAnd he dissolves like smokeAs the silhouette turned and spoke,"Want to stop you, I can’t save you"Sometimes he begins to revereThe stance, the smile, […]


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Let You Down

no risk, no fun I’m here, you’re goneI’m cool, you’re hot I love you notDon’t say a wordUnless you’re heardI know I hate to see you rudeI think I’ll let you downYou should have let me goI think I’ll make you leave‘Cause you have lost controlYou’ve pushed the line too […]


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Lorelei

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;A serenade siren’d to lure – Zounds! not to court me?A menad, yet the sweetest colleen –Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei,A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,Yet who the hell was I to dare?Lorelei,Canst thou not […]


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Cassandra

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim’d in return –She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;Proffer’d to her his wauking heart – she turn’d it down,Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?,Tho’ her parle of truth:"I ken to-morrow – refell me […]


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Flickerlight

I can’t seeIn the flicker-light’s quiet frequencyI was briefly interrupted by the soundOf your voiceNow I can seeWhy you turned away in disbeliefI couldn’t get enough of the leitmotifOf your voiceHe’s a lonely dancerHe’s a fun fanatic organiserI wonder, wonder, wonderIf you like to check him, check him, check himWhen […]


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Mire

Harken! – the clouds mustered in dark –So painfully easing.Hush! – hearest ye the yew doting;Its years of yore in a mire,Each like a corpse within its grave;Wrought for us a yearn of lief;Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;Ne’er ere hath it exist’d […]


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Commute

Mobile phonesCommuter trainsThe Terminus is full of menCrisscross networkZigzag railwayThe next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I’m on a trip with youStandby, I thought it lasted throughStandby, I’m on a trip with youIt’s more fun to commute Take the TubeTake the M25There’s traffic jam all […]


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