Tuesday, 29 September 2009


Ideological society.
Lack of identity, humanity.
Tyranny. It is art.
Turning on self, no one is exempt.
Melancholy, grey, silent. Oppression.
Good. Progress toward nothing and nowhere.
Learning the meaningless. Unable to speak.
Truth is irrelevant.
Logic is circular. The.

Monday, 28 September 2009

One Divided by Infinity

We craft our material identity continually to more easily be digested by others. Present ourselves in sound bites and snippets. We are not ourselves. We are who they think we are, who we appear to be. Ever-changing, ever-constant? Even the self we project is governed by society, by our perception of a societal truth. What remains? Nothing. Nothing identifiable.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Flawed, Pro Bono

I have long been a fraud
Too tired to follow my own advice:
We believe in love, we think
but the feeling is not so easy to find.

We assume it will be
Just like that
You'll know, I'll know
As a matter of fact.

But it's only opinion
Right from the start
Subject to manipulation
You're left from the heart.

Repeat it again
What does it mean?
Is it a person or people
Or something unseen?

Are you grasping for an alibi
Someone you once knew;
A couple who are happy
They are the lonely few.

Don't waste your time chasing
An abstract idea
By waiting for an abstract person,
Who will never appear.

Live and be passionate
Enjoy what you feel
Embrace your desire
Remember what's real.

Sunday, 13 September 2009

Define: I

You can try to be objective
but you never will.
Subjective by default.
You are an individual,
no matter how much you wish
Your eyes, your dreams,
your doubts, your life,
your death.