How can I make her understand
Sometimes her words bite
Like a strike from
The back of her hand.
There is little more else
I can do
I have a desire that must be assuaged
And as it has been through the ages
So love shall stand
Undefeated today.
Does she not recognize
Sometimes a look from
Those coal fired eyes
Can cripple.
Like the carress
Of a python I am entwined
In her gaze, hypnotized
And agape for all
Who care to see me.
I attempt my escape
But am embroiled so deeply
In her,
I am running away for two.
My words cannot tell her
In my dream of clear cool water
She is always
Her mothers daughter
Now in her I am orphaned
Ordained into the ranks
Of the ever hopeful and foolish
Who have queued for the chance
To be hopelessly lost
And I will know her regardless
And pay any cost
For she is the source
Of my life.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
New Genesis
Genesis version 2007
If the day should come when God calls enough of the fighting and the bombing and the making of threats. An end to the killing of children and the making of orphans, the starving of the third world and the gluttony of the first with the consumption that never slakes our thirst.
A line drawn in the sand so two by two they can board hand in hand and paw in paw as the rain begins to fall with the intention of eradication for the liar and the thief and the slut.
The Lord Almighty finally found an end to his patience and decided to bring closure, to draw the curtain on our fun park world, broke the vow of the rainbow only to find that after the second flood the sinners, the politicians and the rogues had survived, drifting on a raft stitched together from empty red bull cans and discarded cigarette butts.
If the day should come when God calls enough of the fighting and the bombing and the making of threats. An end to the killing of children and the making of orphans, the starving of the third world and the gluttony of the first with the consumption that never slakes our thirst.
A line drawn in the sand so two by two they can board hand in hand and paw in paw as the rain begins to fall with the intention of eradication for the liar and the thief and the slut.
The Lord Almighty finally found an end to his patience and decided to bring closure, to draw the curtain on our fun park world, broke the vow of the rainbow only to find that after the second flood the sinners, the politicians and the rogues had survived, drifting on a raft stitched together from empty red bull cans and discarded cigarette butts.
Forget you not
Forget you not… © Daran Pratt
06.01.06
How did the delight that was you,
Become the torture that is you?
I can’t give anymore.
It’s not that there is no more to give,
Far from it,
It’s that you’re not taking it,
And I have so much,
I am embarrassed
How did the you I remember
Become the you I only remember,
I can’t work it out.
One moment you were here in my bed,
In my life
The next you’re gone
From both
I am distressed.
How did the you that thought me amazing
Become the you that ceases to
Think of me at all.
How could it be that easy to forget?
What we had
To forget what we could
Have been
I am alone now.
This is more than I can take.
06.01.06
How did the delight that was you,
Become the torture that is you?
I can’t give anymore.
It’s not that there is no more to give,
Far from it,
It’s that you’re not taking it,
And I have so much,
I am embarrassed
How did the you I remember
Become the you I only remember,
I can’t work it out.
One moment you were here in my bed,
In my life
The next you’re gone
From both
I am distressed.
How did the you that thought me amazing
Become the you that ceases to
Think of me at all.
How could it be that easy to forget?
What we had
To forget what we could
Have been
I am alone now.
This is more than I can take.
Monday, February 23, 2009
A CHILD IN A WOMANS DRESS
A CHILD IN A WOMANS DRESS. © DARAN PRATT
2006
.
Oh to have known you,
I must ask what happened between you and I
Now you tell me there is someone else
Could you please tell me how I am supposed to feel?
You lied to me, yes,
Or did you just forget what you said,
Either way it came out the same
Such a shame to have met you
Such a relief to have fled you
So fitting that you don’t even know how conceited
And self-opinioned you are,
For such a beautiful woman
These things make you truly ugly.
Jullienne you may think me un usual
And that’s ok,
I sleep at night knowing that I am not
The centre of the universe,
Nor the glue in any grand scheme.
Neither do I confuse intentionally
To hide my true intentions,
And I never ever believe my own lies.
I saw in you once a scared little girl
But I misread this as well,
It was a cunning manipulative woman
In a child’s dress
Speaking a child’s tongue
Tripping over her own feet
When next you fall may there be no one there to catch you
Then may you understand
It’s not all right to deceive people.
2006
.
Oh to have known you,
I must ask what happened between you and I
Now you tell me there is someone else
Could you please tell me how I am supposed to feel?
You lied to me, yes,
Or did you just forget what you said,
Either way it came out the same
Such a shame to have met you
Such a relief to have fled you
So fitting that you don’t even know how conceited
And self-opinioned you are,
For such a beautiful woman
These things make you truly ugly.
Jullienne you may think me un usual
And that’s ok,
I sleep at night knowing that I am not
The centre of the universe,
Nor the glue in any grand scheme.
Neither do I confuse intentionally
To hide my true intentions,
And I never ever believe my own lies.
I saw in you once a scared little girl
But I misread this as well,
It was a cunning manipulative woman
In a child’s dress
Speaking a child’s tongue
Tripping over her own feet
When next you fall may there be no one there to catch you
Then may you understand
It’s not all right to deceive people.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Moths
Moths
Copy right Daran Pratt 2005
I watched the moth for hours
Till it spiraled to the light
Smoking its wings
And eternally ending it’s flight
And I wished I was warm
On the inside
Because it was getting cold
Outdoors with winter looming
Faster than a silent train.
I knew my thoughts could kill me
I just didn’t know
It would take so long
Or that I would bleed so much
And still have so much
To give.
It’s life, you know
And the bother
And strange smells are all
A part of the atmosphere
And the general hubbub of existing.
I’d like to say
I’d done my homework
And learnt the script,
But I’d be lying, I’m just faking it
Sometimes barely making it
And
Just like the moth
The things I am drawn to,
The things that seem the brightest
And that dazzle my eyes
Are usually the traps that
Ensnare me and claim my wings.
It’s this, that all too human condition
That enables me to do it
All over, time and again,
What makes me,
This me
Is that I’m learning to test
With the tip of my finger
Before I discard the wet paint sign
And curl up to sleep
Then wind up empty, homeless
And stuck fast to a freshly pastel
Painted bus seat.
Copy right Daran Pratt 2005
I watched the moth for hours
Till it spiraled to the light
Smoking its wings
And eternally ending it’s flight
And I wished I was warm
On the inside
Because it was getting cold
Outdoors with winter looming
Faster than a silent train.
I knew my thoughts could kill me
I just didn’t know
It would take so long
Or that I would bleed so much
And still have so much
To give.
It’s life, you know
And the bother
And strange smells are all
A part of the atmosphere
And the general hubbub of existing.
I’d like to say
I’d done my homework
And learnt the script,
But I’d be lying, I’m just faking it
Sometimes barely making it
And
Just like the moth
The things I am drawn to,
The things that seem the brightest
And that dazzle my eyes
Are usually the traps that
Ensnare me and claim my wings.
It’s this, that all too human condition
That enables me to do it
All over, time and again,
What makes me,
This me
Is that I’m learning to test
With the tip of my finger
Before I discard the wet paint sign
And curl up to sleep
Then wind up empty, homeless
And stuck fast to a freshly pastel
Painted bus seat.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I want the bliss
I want the bliss…. © Daran Pratt
06.01.06
I got so scared that I couldn’t move
Stuck in the rut
Thinking I was in the groove
Life outside kept going by
And I stayed the same
Buried under the weight of shame
With guilt, the bread I put my life spread on
The pillow that I rested my head on.
Now there are new ways to explore
New directions
By the score, new hope, new faith
But the fear is still there
Which makes me want to change,
Makes me want a different score
As soundtrack to my life,
I want the bliss.
Yes, now I see it all waiting
Patient, for me to
Catch up and take it
Positive attitudes, exciting new latitudes
Glasses half full and friends for the taking
No longer bowing my head as I walk
No longer mumbling my words when I talk
Letting people see who I am
I want the life.
Yes, I’ve been guilty of
Letting myself die,
Of not being able to look folk in the eye
Nodding and scratching and scraping
Just to get by, not being able to simply cry,
But I am giving up on poisoning my world
I want the gallantry, and the respect
For myself,
I want the spark.
It’s like this from now on,
Are you going my way?
If not then please just step out of my way
Because around you or through you
Or over the top of you, I’m moving ahead
And I’m not going to carry you
Take my hand if you like and we can go together
Or stay where you are and
Watch me get better,
Either way know, the days of me lying down
And letting you fuck me, are over
I want the whole of what life has to offer.
06.01.06
I got so scared that I couldn’t move
Stuck in the rut
Thinking I was in the groove
Life outside kept going by
And I stayed the same
Buried under the weight of shame
With guilt, the bread I put my life spread on
The pillow that I rested my head on.
Now there are new ways to explore
New directions
By the score, new hope, new faith
But the fear is still there
Which makes me want to change,
Makes me want a different score
As soundtrack to my life,
I want the bliss.
Yes, now I see it all waiting
Patient, for me to
Catch up and take it
Positive attitudes, exciting new latitudes
Glasses half full and friends for the taking
No longer bowing my head as I walk
No longer mumbling my words when I talk
Letting people see who I am
I want the life.
Yes, I’ve been guilty of
Letting myself die,
Of not being able to look folk in the eye
Nodding and scratching and scraping
Just to get by, not being able to simply cry,
But I am giving up on poisoning my world
I want the gallantry, and the respect
For myself,
I want the spark.
It’s like this from now on,
Are you going my way?
If not then please just step out of my way
Because around you or through you
Or over the top of you, I’m moving ahead
And I’m not going to carry you
Take my hand if you like and we can go together
Or stay where you are and
Watch me get better,
Either way know, the days of me lying down
And letting you fuck me, are over
I want the whole of what life has to offer.
Green Mercury sea
GREEN MERCURY SEA COPYRIGHT
2005 Daran Pratt
Green Mercury Sea,
You sat with me
And we talked of freedom,
With our jailers all around.
Previously we decided
The hardest workers
Were the most neglected
While the busiest bludgers
Came well recommended.
Greed and stupidity are
A well-matched couple
Actively seeking each other
Like bread and butter
Each to detriment of us
Together.
Copyright 2005
Daran Pratt
2005 Daran Pratt
Green Mercury Sea,
You sat with me
And we talked of freedom,
With our jailers all around.
Previously we decided
The hardest workers
Were the most neglected
While the busiest bludgers
Came well recommended.
Greed and stupidity are
A well-matched couple
Actively seeking each other
Like bread and butter
Each to detriment of us
Together.
Copyright 2005
Daran Pratt
Crime of passion
Sometimes we are guided
By a power higher than ourselves,
When what we would choose
For ourselves
Would be less
Than our true potentials
And therefore
Almost a crime,
Albeit one of passion.
By a power higher than ourselves,
When what we would choose
For ourselves
Would be less
Than our true potentials
And therefore
Almost a crime,
Albeit one of passion.
Declaration of war
Here is something I wrote around the time I was deciding to no longer be less than I could be.
It was one of those times where I saw myself for what I had become.
DECLARATION OF WAR
Lying here beside me is every reason I have ever needed, every future I have ever dreamed.
Therefore, I scream no more!
No more will I pay to give my life away to thieves and scoundrels & purveyors of death, their evil so rancid, yet so well hid. Absolutely no longer will I pay for the offer of defeat mongering, dream stealing, hate peddlers that charge a premium to soil the goodness, that offer one eyed, short sighted misery, compact in a spoon, just add water and happiness dissolves into a solution that causes a problem which outlasts all. Outcast into a wasteland, I can aimlessly wander and wonder where my love has gone. All the gifts that should have been hers, I now reclaim and all the attention I took from my lover, I now focus squarely on the target, heart shaped and starving for the want of affection, the distance, I cover with a closeness so complete there is barely room to breath.
To the one who has paid for my misgivings with money and a deficit of time spent loving, with copulations unfinished and anti-climaxed, for the anger I lovingly dispensed in blows rained down and bruises and tears and scars left on an immaculate heart, to match the distractions and contusions of your emotions, for the confusion, I humbly ask for your forgiveness and swear to repay the debt, with interest, in regulator daily instalments for the entirety of my life that remains.
Now, to the legions of life thieves that have be-sieged those who have loved me and patiently awaited my return, and myself, I present to you this outpouring of hate, this expression of a clear and present danger, for you…
This is my declaration of war on the anti-life and it’s armies of the lost and losing,
May you rot!
©Daran Pratt 2006
DŽ
It was one of those times where I saw myself for what I had become.
DECLARATION OF WAR
Lying here beside me is every reason I have ever needed, every future I have ever dreamed.
Therefore, I scream no more!
No more will I pay to give my life away to thieves and scoundrels & purveyors of death, their evil so rancid, yet so well hid. Absolutely no longer will I pay for the offer of defeat mongering, dream stealing, hate peddlers that charge a premium to soil the goodness, that offer one eyed, short sighted misery, compact in a spoon, just add water and happiness dissolves into a solution that causes a problem which outlasts all. Outcast into a wasteland, I can aimlessly wander and wonder where my love has gone. All the gifts that should have been hers, I now reclaim and all the attention I took from my lover, I now focus squarely on the target, heart shaped and starving for the want of affection, the distance, I cover with a closeness so complete there is barely room to breath.
To the one who has paid for my misgivings with money and a deficit of time spent loving, with copulations unfinished and anti-climaxed, for the anger I lovingly dispensed in blows rained down and bruises and tears and scars left on an immaculate heart, to match the distractions and contusions of your emotions, for the confusion, I humbly ask for your forgiveness and swear to repay the debt, with interest, in regulator daily instalments for the entirety of my life that remains.
Now, to the legions of life thieves that have be-sieged those who have loved me and patiently awaited my return, and myself, I present to you this outpouring of hate, this expression of a clear and present danger, for you…
This is my declaration of war on the anti-life and it’s armies of the lost and losing,
May you rot!
©Daran Pratt 2006
DŽ
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