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	One More Medicated Peaceful Moment \| home Me \| Cool People I Know \| My Heores \| Favorite Bands \| Poetry Poetry A selection of my own poetry for your reading (dis)pleasure Enjoy xx-xx A Kind Of Escape Sleepless His Enemy The Second Epoch … And Who Are You? The True Meaning Of Love A Kind Of Escape I'd turn my back on this broad shadow That hugged me in from the cold and dark And brought me further into my heavenly nightmare But it's drawing me in Compelling me to stay and poison the love I may feel And I cannot argue These are just the feelings I thought I wanted But should I need them? It's a sort of escape But not, of sorts as love still resides In this purgatory I call home Which keeps me inside myself and alone I am unavailable to this usual life of pain That can be solved and forgotten It is living on in me underneath this pill coated lie I need not a drug to bring my smile Just someone like I thought you were I wish I had made it right, but I am wrong And should try harder at this Failure people call my life top Sleepless Hopeless and alone She stares into her spacious vacuum Lips cracked an sore Waiting for the warm touch Of arms around her shoulders And a reassuring whisper Just kissed by wind As she lies deserted Crying into the emptiness And wishing for an end To wrap around her body and pull her under Head in double time The outside world floats In suspension Still she waits to be enveloped By the love she craves To steal these weeping blades Heal her wounds And take this bottle from her side But no-one comes forth And still she waits ...... top His Enemy Like a grass blade Of ice clinging to my skin It breathes and it sighs Trickling out the pains of one day Into a world which will not listen And will forget it ever existed Like they will with me Once I am dust After you are nothing We are not even memories One red Plath soldier Marching In time to this heartbeat Pumping tears with every move Wishing still to bleed myself away Two soldiers, three, four En mass assault Teeth tearing the air of whispered oaths And hateful words If I had me here I'd plunge this bayonet deep And suck, suck the poison And screw your touch Hold your face close and say a prayer I never meant to do this But we never do top The Second Epoch One of those most positive of sins Is to love oneself, and feel complete And lie to yourself as you sleep In the shadow of that black dog Baring teeth, waiting for you to slip. Yet nothing now Will knock me from my place Above this greying state As I tremble in my arms Waiting for time to move yet nearer One step backward could break this fragile chain But think not of failure Only of escape, while you flee Keeping your grasp on your heart and your head While those around you stare Through shattered panes and trodden paths Directed by those who said they cared top … And Who Are You? I was/am someone Who told the world what I did For the hit or miss pleasure Of all that we are I came here knowing That one day I'd be going along with the feelings Tossed out by your 'see your face' clean production line Am I a me? Or just a him? I am a number/name, simply for distinction For you to preach your extinction of human life as living End me now, for I will dispel your anger A world without me is no shame We are all animals in our cage To be prodded by suits and pound coins Bustling with false purpose Rattling my being to its very core I will escape this One day, you will break the mirror And see behind the lies and sadistic achievement I am a number/name, simply for distinction Screaming in a vacuum The bile pours like blood from my wind sore lips Through to your cosy office, your concrete playground And your power games One day you will hear When the pretense sees no light And you can see no walls Just hate Pure as water, unspoiled by the selfish excretion Of temples in neon And the rustle of winks and promises When you escape from your safe haven womb Cry with the terror The horror At the world you created for me I will only turn my head Eye for an eye When your birth from this lie brings you back I am but measured in coins And the cigarettes I may choose to smoke The name on my trousers Tells you all of what I am But who? Who is this Trembling, crying, bleeding mess of angst and ugliness? I am the artist of the tear The butcher that you fear Bitter as the lukewarm, piss scented beer you so revere In being such a man I am no man A child lost in storms Under waves and branches Climbing through this darkness We are flawed in our being The evil that seems so right Learning fact, not opinion Just wheels in this ego machine And what are you? Dying in arrogance I spit and miss your point I so despise I don't want to live in your world To drink the same water or breathe your fucking air Leave me, this opinionated chancer I am nothing Without treachery and superficial marketing of another product Who are you? Pleased to fucking meet you Now die Britain Die U.S. Die in your warm roses swallowed in hate by the eagle What is your freedom? Freedom to bigotry and elitist, soulless selling of moral responsibility Well I am the rag I need no place At your table of hypocrisy, of lies All lies All fucking lies Who are you? I am a number/name, simply for distinction The distinction that I speak the right tongue And I destroy Your rules are no freedom Just democratic bullying Why will I live in this hell? Because you pay me to? Nice try Harder next time When it's too late top The True Meaning Of Love What is love? The old cliché, wheeled out once more It's no more than a word to me It's not a thing for us to see Just to feel A description is not needed Just let it win Because it will, you'll know Because there's no words which truly relate To the way I feel about you Indescribable All the old sayings ring so true And if you try, you're a fool Because once you do, there's no return Confusion Isn't it frustrating when you can't find the words? I think you know exactly what I mean top All poems copyright Ryan Jones 2001 (meaning they belong to ME)