Sunday, 27 February 2011


This work is no joke to me.

My eyes water for reasons running deeper than your materialistic hopes
This is no joke.

No Ha or did he mean it?
No extra stress of a syllable, I could give two Fucks whether it didn't make sense at first.
Life was never handed on a platter decorated for me to understand.
so you seek inside and tap around for hints.

There eyes shed tears as my voice resonates.
They see things in flashes, grabbing themselves at the thought of it being so close.

If this was a joke, my heart would not pulsate the way it does, my hand at time would not shake when writing thoughts.

My head thuds at the end, I feel weak.

its okay, that, that you hold within, I'll say it for you.

with justice.

and conviction.