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Curiously oblivious to the workings of such affairs
An ambien ambient was the expectation that disappointed
They were riddled with practice sheets of prepared questions
How could rigmarole be so intense?
One would hope that brief responses will encourage them to learn a valuable lesson

Not to take away from the effort
Balloons and opaline banners hung wall to wall
Admiring the vacuum of air in a smokers lungs gave me time to stall
Enough to abandon the colour in their widened eyes
So as to flee to an unlocked rampart of solitude where I could hold a one man private and budget ball

On presentation of gifts i scanned the room for anyone that had tired of the same old
Still, the song and dance morphed into a sentimental free-for-all
Believing that these occasions are best kept a sporadic transaction
Persistence is its middle name
Assembling once a year despite the shifted conviction saddled with the tilted biological fraction

Standards into practice was grinding its worn down pearls
Another day before an open door reared its infant crisis
Dinner for six and white wine for four
Texture efficiency then the gargle then the taste
A pescatarian samples the single platter buffet and similiar inauthentic cuisine galore

Obscene is the notion of social correspondence this late in the game
Self-absorbed in expectance of a message that may have restored pride to what I had left
My name

I don't deal in cries for help nor the the threat of self harm
Drayton of old outwardly sought guidance to hush the alarm
With age comes responsibility but all I gathered was open hostility
Escalating to such an extent that it paralyzed my civility
No matter, the skin on my nose held its own and looked to sniff out a passage to my home city

Dwelling on the episodes was something of a passion
All the rage wall to wall running positivity out of fasion
That night I let go of several pieces
Our shared memories skinned of their romance
Like the season outside they fell to the wayside in orgasmic releases
I've put the wheels in motion to change my style of writing. The idea of writing something that resembles lyrics to a British Steel cover bands garbage output is beyond sickening and I like to think I'm better than that (Or maybe not, you be the judge). A little more introspective features and a little less reliance on classic buzz words for depression. Basically less Evile, more Interpol and Lanegan. My appreciation of Metal hasn't gone away thanks to hidden sub-genres but a change is necessary. For my health, creativity and pride. 
  • Mood: Bitter
  • Listening to: Hadouken!
  • Reading: Brave New World
  • Watching: THe Sarah Silverman Program
It ran through as a perfectly adequate nightmare
And I shot to the floor retaining childhood wonder
On this the anniversary of an underwhelming birth
The revival of fleeting mirth and another mouth to cost the earth
It began as it had before; wide sweep of petrichor and the tease of deceiving thunder

Testing my resolve under the pretence of patience
Though oncoming charitable labour piqued my focus
A cigarette to the cotton core before stepping into the proven routine
Greetings and grandiose weather-related speeches to the leftovers of the previous elite team
Soon my pre-candle wish was a rampant plague in a whirlwind of overdue locust

My sincere complaints in this aspect of life are few
Cheapskates counting crisp tender stalk the aisles in a slew
Ride on by the formalities to skip to their harrowing tale
Impressive are the brass stones needed to reap dimes from cancer research to increase the likelihood of the sale
Impending at an earlier stage but my conscience takes great delight in informing them of what they can do
Blow your brains out until your pocket green tracks down a sucker establishment that shatters their kneecaps just for you

In denying the high of the gadfly I am bound to the norm of celebration
Rhetoric defining the rumination and discontent that resonated from station to station
The devil on both shoulders proudly bellows but it is ultimately overcome
By the concerned expressions that cover left to right and whose unnecessary praise in between benign judgment
Sticks out like a sore thumb; a part of interaction that multiplies all that is numb

It could have been me or most likely the stuttering breeze that crept through the cracked shutter
All of a sudden this industrial escape appears to contain little space
I accepted the shameless, conscripted sycophancy by the asset of royal grace
Tidings complete and there were dwindling chimes to the zero hour
That allowed me the excuse of failing to partake in an overindulgent taste
Hunger among the fed might stall the pig at the stomach gates
Yet not a crumb went to waste nor did the poverty-centric diatribe of Africa and the perils the starved faced

A brief break in the piece to explain the movement from one place to the next
It is as interesting as pins and needles in the petty culmination of vaguely replying to an enthusiastic text

Besides protein and diluted caffeine absorbed dilligently into the blood
First bursting in the acid then manouvering past the MDMA and weekend mud
Cardiovascular improvement and the oppurtunity to internally ooze endorphins
Crossed with serotonin to to sweeten a chemical cocktail
I ran so far that were I inclined to squander all on alcohol I could have sweat out the last drops of store-brand gin
I called for the night porter
Mandys seasonly visit left me raw
Acid burst
Choking smoke to the blistered tips
A decrepit garden of judicious luminaries is what the fever thought I saw

In the hazy dew of exhausted early hours
My stomach ran on the callous kick of dehydration
Oscillating veined crown
The upper-story stooped low behind claustrophobic bones
And one word from the mouth of genuine care shattered my knees and stiched tight a bruise of corrupt inclination

We gathered our belongings and traveled to the well of good fortune
A picturesque house out of place with its stark daylight view
A reminder of misguided perception
Entertainment came by way of awkward pauses
After which came a concrete consequence stripped and on display in our choice of black or blue

The static crept up winding steps and lay by my side
I obliged, confident of the ongoing aftershock below
Gray matter met its match
The draw of parallel mirrors, the allure of a repeat
Caught the attention of the sandman who had virtual disturbance to sew

Hesitantly sliding from centre to edge
On a voyage of discovery to the stance of end times
Ghosts of younger adolescence rattle the confusion
And in a room on the far side of nowhere
A shred of me hopes they too are redeeming for their crimes

Maybe the cocoon was compromised
Or could it be the veil slipped, guard down
Must not sleep, must warn others
Especially when the baying murder hovers
Our connected trip resumed when i sat upright teasing a frantic frown

Then came the opera of nevermore; her eyes a reflection in mine
The only girl I have ever loved
Dragging distress forward
I tried to add capitals to the state challenge
But to no avail. Years removed and still nostalgically drugged

This is the last I will write of Female X
Even if the bridge between us is built on a foundation that outweighs basic attraction and sex

Monday.

Towards the beaming synthetic lights
I found pure patience in spite of a wide breath of hanging limbs
Spirited sickness
Painting a picture to capture it would raise the maudlin bar to new heights
Higher than clouds beneath serpents feet as they welcome new arrivals with biblical hymns

The brand of comfort that rears its head after synthetic sins
Is on par with nails on a chalkboard
The screech clinging to the little life left
So whether or not to laugh or cry
Is the forefront question by the tip of the sword

We fixed our eyes on the exploits of comedic figures
And shared in their outlandish situations
One named Ross and one named Chandler
Starving for relief that met them at the twenty-two minute mark
I know it wasn't just me that inched closer to reach out for their scripted yet conclusive destination

As a faction of defeated individuals
Ideas born out of lunacy are par for the course
Rectifying mistakes
"Too late" screamed the monkey on our backs
Paying the piper for a return to vitality and a natural energy source

The day kept on slipping
In and out of focus
Dusk vigourously settled
Tested mettle showed a discoloured pettle
All of us had fallen to modern hocus pocus

On the alarm of an impatient prospector
The surviving party branched out
Two remained under ether
Narrow roads struck me as vast plains
Almost satisfying the urge to cry and shout

At an understanding with the temporary condition
Home was walking distance away
Too broken to stray
I waited without so much as a squirm
The worm turned and a cruel experience sought a brighter day

Lying motionless taught me a lesson
Dire memories forced my hand to write this confession
Perceptible difficulty in coping without them
Somebody else when I am around them
A smattering of Times had traced back to when I found them
I've chosen to seal entry to the chaosphere
My conscience leads the resistance against hounding them

They don't get close enough to the borders of my de facto nature which may astound them
Non compos mentis therefore the clarified mentality should merely ground. Them
Daylight and noise translate to unbearable abhorrence so I would only resolve to gag and bound them
Blindfold myself and then complete the circle that becomes them
This is our broken friendship. It's irreparable and I'm purposely drifting to stop myself tumbling down on them.
  • Mood: Shame
  • Listening to: Electric Wizard
I've put the wheels in motion to change my style of writing. The idea of writing something that resembles lyrics to a British Steel cover bands garbage output is beyond sickening and I like to think I'm better than that (Or maybe not, you be the judge). A little more introspective features and a little less reliance on classic buzz words for depression. Basically less Evile, more Interpol and Lanegan. My appreciation of Metal hasn't gone away thanks to hidden sub-genres but a change is necessary. For my health, creativity and pride. 
  • Mood: Bitter
  • Listening to: Hadouken!
  • Reading: Brave New World
  • Watching: THe Sarah Silverman Program

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Davey V. Devine
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Ireland
A quiet disposition counteracts silence through words on a page.

Current Residence: Ireland
Favourite genre of music: Grunge, Drum n Bass, NU Metal, Hardcore Punk, Post-Punk, Groove Metal, Industrial/Aggro-tech, Metalcore, Prog Metal, Trip-hop, Stoner/Doom, Underground Hip-Hop
Favourite style of art: Surreal
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
Favourite cartoon character: Uncle Ruckus
Personal Quote: Give me mayhem or Give Me Death
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