Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Ways To Kill 1

was it really enough? or necessary?

fourteen different ways to kill someone with a tooth pick. twenty-six with a stool. forty-five with a chair. one hundred and sixteen with an unloaded firearm, take your pick. was it all really necessary? why should it matter?

and who was really counting anyways? don't they have any creativity? how can you limit the number of ways you can alter the course of history when all it really takes is the slightest hesitation.


don't think we're any less important because we know who you are. don't think you're any less vulnerable because you don't know us. don't think. the time for thinkers has ended. it's time to do something about it.


fourteen thousand seventy-six. fourteen thousand seventy-seven. fourteen thousand seventy-eight.
are they more ways to kill someone with any given object? bodies? seconds, minutes, hours, days until someone realizes they're gone forever?



i know who's counting, and i know how to stop them. all i need from you is what.

i know you know, because it's you that they're counting. something you're doing. i know everything about you, but i don't know what is so vital about you. you are a meaningless ant in the hill of life.


it will kill us all. just tell me what it is, or i'll take my favourite technique and end it. for you, for them, and for me.

now tell me:

fourteen thousand what?

Monday, December 18, 2006

Not My Place, Anymore

what am I but a memory
of forgotten things best left unsaid,
of painful images of the past,
of the shadows through which I tread.

I daren't show my face to you,
or I might disturb your grace.
I daren't even say hello...
I no longer have that place.

all I bring to you is pain,
through the girl I still love,
your daughter that I helped to live,
but now watches from above.

what am I but a reminder
of memories best left unsaid.
I'm hiding again in the shadows
that have trapped me in my head.

she once rescued me from them,
these shadows in my head.
but now I'd rather be numb inside,
than moving on instead.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Team of Guardians

huddle close to him when I have no-one else,
he takes my tears and my blows,
who keeps me warm on so cold a night,
he is always there-- my leo.

more than a blanket to keep me warm,
but a body sleeping at my side.
he's always there when I'm so alone,
when my spirit weakens and dies.

fall asleep with his paw on my shoulder,
and remember in peaceful dreams:
two of the guardians that watch over me,
one that has just joined the team.