New poem

But you cant read it.

Sorries!


Ill give you a hint: it was about wire bouquets and tinsle.


<3

Abrupt

103007
Oh, Ive loved before
Had bouquets of roses
Explode out of my chest
But all of my bouquets
Turn into severed wires
Rusting in my hollow form.

Oh, I opened shop
So long ago, the stock
Is getting outdated:
Passing the “sell by” dates
As I wait to flip the sign
“Open” to “Closed”.

And by the way
This ends not so
Abruptly.

©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Feeling

102607b
Colon c
Colon open parenthesis
Colon apostrophe
Open parenthesis
Colon slash
Greater than
Colon O
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X
Colon X.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Transience and Immortality

102607
You see
We are all just reeds
Flowing in
A current
We are all equals
With no front
With no back
The stream is eternal
Though reeds
Are not.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Subjectivity and Objectivity

102507
It is 2 a m
And I am seeing
Through these new eyes:
It has just dawned
Upon my small mind
That the world
Is subjective
Important, why?
Because it means
I am in control
This show is mine
You won’t hold me
Down any longer.
Someone embedded
Victory in my name
And I’ve been fighting
Since my birth. Since
Then I’ve crawled
Through hell and shit water
Through hate and true love
And I just came out 
From that tunnel
At the edge of
My existence
Where I saw objectivity die as I stood above
the tunnel’s mouth in the kind of expanse 
that threads the dreams of those who see 
only what is shown
And it was there
That I moved to
The subjective world
Where I make the
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© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

I just wrote

A poem about my thoughts and feelings on love.

But Im not going to share it.

You'll have to wait for the book.

Haha.

2.0

102207a
I feel bad
Killing the ants
That have staked claim
To my bathroom
And wonder
If I inclined
Cauliflower ear
Would I then hear
Happy melodies?
I cannot help
But imagine,
While they go down
The drain,
How much we share
In common.
I also wonder
If ants feel pain
When I crush them
Between my fingers
The same way
I would feel pain
If god picked up
My squirming body
And crushed it.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

---

102207b
God must have been very lonely
In order to create friends
That stopped talking to him
I cannot help but feel bad
Having been on the outside
Sitting in silence myself.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

102007

It brings in the colours.

Is this how everythings supposed to look:
Bright?
More luminous than the ash sun?

Is this how you see the world:
Do colours leap of surfaces
Into your soft eyes
Spilling onto your retina
Flowing down your optic nerve
Soaking into your brain
Where it’s translated into
True love?

Because I see the world
In 18% grey
All rainy days
And when that rain
Hits my synapses
It’s translated into
Lost love.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Also, I really want to go to an existing/ start a poetry reading.
Contact me if you're interested.

More crap poetry

From a crap poet.


101907
Ive got this equation spilled across my desk
It’s the one of my life in a math ruled universe
It’s the one that I spend years tryin to crack
These numbers just don’t add up
These fuckin numbers don’t add up!
I cant do math – its all lies
Rules based upon theories
Based upon nothingness
Algorithms, equations, formulae:
All nullified by the simple fact
They are inventions to explain
The vacuous human existence.
The answer to my life’s equation
Is not a number between 0 and ∞
There is no answer
(me/∞)-0
(=)
(?)
©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

The Usual

101807d
This morning I melted in the shower
My particles dispersed with hot water
And I was rinsed down the drain
I sloshed through the my house’s pipes
And finally into an underground cistern
There I mixed with other items repelled
Down drains – I attempted to hold
Myself together, but I continued dissipating
As my body of water rushed
Into a sanitization plant.

I smile now slightly,
Tomorrow morning
Californians everywhere
Will be drinking
Their own shit
And smiling with me
Moving through them.

---

101807e
Sometimes I wish
I could be genuinely nice
That the nice person in me
Was not choked by bitter thorns
Sometimes I wish
I could forget about me
And take care of others.

But I’ve been
The only person
I can rely on
Since bitterness
Became my stale bride.

(sorry – I’m built)
(out of bad news)
(and rainy days).
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Oh, Im just Trouble

101807

333am movements
Across the astroplane
I heard 333am
Is the witching hour
Funny – Ive have already
Trecked undecipherable lands,
I have already forged a new way
For the new (brain) wave,
Ive gone through curses,
Ive never been praised,
Ive heard demonic versus
Sung as my neck wrung,
Ive been turned away
By some, and
Ive been accepted
By many others,
I sport long grey wings
In limbo: the inbetweens
Of inbetweens,
Where things never intervene,
Catch me where
No others dare lie,
Deconstructed—
Lead astray.

______________________
101807b
I feel as if I am the bi-product of your assumptions and
Lowered expectations—
If I were made of sunrises
Would I have been
Absolutely bright enough
If I were made of smiles
Would I have been
Positively happy enough
If I were made of shit
Could I rise from it?
Make the top of the tree
Move in the wind – joyfully?
Or would I the root rot
The tree and branches
Bring it down
Like me?

______________________
101807c
I watched the lights
Glide over my head
The colours
Most vibrant
The euphoria songs
Play in my ear
As red turns orange
Then green
And Im glidin again
Could this actually be
Peace on earth?
Or ether dreams
Running my show?

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

A poem for the new day

All we can hope
Is that tomorrow’s
Tempests will be
Anaesthetized
By sweet ether
And we may cross
Boldly over ways once
Serpentine, but now
Seductively subdued
By strolling fingers
Beguiling sad souls
Out of their deep
Dark repose and into
Fancy fits causing
Fireshows
Raining down seeds:
The precious present
Seconds of existence
That bloom either
Resplendent bouquets
Or grotesque thorns.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Living?

101507
I stand outside
The place I live
Contemplating
Whether to walk in
Or walk away
And drive until
I am out of gas
Until my car
Combusts
And burns me alive.

Let me tell you something
Bitterness is an amazing
Kindling.
©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

A quick 3some

1

Strobe lights play tricks
On an intoxicated man
Somewhere police barrage
Maglites – run run run
Drive drunk
Puddles soakin shiverin
Love blankets fistfights
Who’s there in dark rooms?
Could I get more?
I feel like hell

Hard wood floor shiverin blankets
Drugs drugs drugs
Stumblin
Can I have more
Stumblin drugs
Fuck!
Hello hello
Out of memory
Out of love
Out of life
Ive wrapped myself in death
Ive warped myself in darkness
Not goin down
Not goin anywhere
Not livin?

Shiverin shiverin
Drunk
Hello
This is my life

Don’t roll me over

I want to hate you
For what Ive become
But I cant
I secretly love watching
Myself die in mirrors
Thru patterned substance abuse
Ill die like this
Ive made peace with that
Don’t roll me over
Don’t roll me over
Im shit
Im fuckin shit

Don’t roll me over

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2

Theres nothing I wont say
In my poetry or otherwise
Theres now way to censor
The pressure bombs
Exploding inside
Because theres so much
Still left to do
And say and feel

O im sorry I lied
There is one thing
I can never say
In poetry, or otherwise:
I love you!
Im incapable
Its never true.

---

3

Misplaced
I have been wandering
Through a city lost,
Decaying, and idiotic
Feeling like someones
Filled my mouth
With cotton balls
Muffling my words
My yelling
And now I am choking
Sometimes just breathing
Really is just not enough.

Pan out

111307c

Driving into the sun
The warm welcoming heat
Glowing on these lanes
Packed with thought
Leading to a doorstep:
A place I never call home
Because I feel as though
I’m just visiting here
And don’t really belong.

Driving into the sun
The warm welcoming heat
Maybe I’ll carry on
Past my destination
Allow my car to leave
The road and drift through space
Towards the burning damnation.

Perhaps, everything will pan out
Or at the very least, pan right.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Two new poems today

I dunno bout em honestly.

A bit ruff but o well.


101107
230am

I know certainly
That this weekend
Ill be drunk
And problematic
Someone will
Have to nurse me
Or at least
Roll me onto my side
Maybe they should
Just let me die.

---

101107
1059pm
Open spaces
Vast expanses
Brisk emptiness
Just right now
I want my
Surroundings to match
How I feel inside.
©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Another peom from the wilderness series

101107
Ive got this late night
Search warrant
Fueled by tea
Dizzying thoughts
A child stares at me
From the steam
PG Tips - slow slips
The child: blue eyed,
Blonde haired,
Sad, confused, lost
I know him well
His hidden tears
The way he will declare
War on friends, family,
Then when no one is left:
Himself.
I know how he shakes
With booming emotions
Trapped and bottle necking
Into a sweet therapeutic addiction
I know how he will search
Through canvases
Crowds, love, drugs,
Religion, fights, women,
Fashion, ego, hate—
Trying to find himself
Where he left off
So many years ago
I know how he can’t
Conjure up the words
Allowing him freedom
I know how he analyzes
His every footstep
His every utterance
His every thought
I know how he cries
I know how he will
Forget how to cry,
How to feel, how to love,
How to express anything
Besides bipolar pendulum
Swayings between negative
And overwhelming positive
I know how he won’t
Be able to accept
Who he is until
He is stuck play acting.


Most of all,
I know how he will be up late
With a warm cup of tea
Staring through the steam
At things that aren’t really there.
Oh, I know these things all to well
If only I could spare him
If only.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

New poem from Sketches of the Wilderness

10807

right now
im completely invisible
right now
this bark and i are one
right now
i can feel the earth rotating
right now
i am a peaceful faun in flight
right now
i want not, i strive for nothing
right now
i am whole, i am empty to the world
right now
time has stopped – almost reversed
right now
this could not be anymore perfect
right now
i feel heartbeats from nirvana.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Book Updates

I am picking up the first batch of the "In Silence" books today and setting up a paypal. I'm hoping to have them up for sale from this blog by the end of the week or so.

News

I have just finished "In Silence" and have started to make arrangements to get some small "indie" style books put together. Indie style meaning Im printing them at Kinko's "coz its cheap, like the budgy!" I will keep you posted on those poppin up for sale off this blog. I am thinking cheap 5 to 10 dollars seeing that it is not a large book (about 15 pages).
More of that later though.

Also, I've started a new body of work "Sketches of the WIlderness". And I will post bits and pieces of it as I work on it. My general plan for this body of work is to comprise poetry, illistrations, and possibly photography into a large book that flows between each of these three mediums seemlessly. I want it to be BIG, because I have never done anything big.
That is all I will say about that may the rest be mystery.

More soon.

Wishin you few readers the best,
Liam Elliott