The pseudonym under-which I have written for the past several years formally comes to end today, 4 - 22 - 08.
I am Matt Elliott, I have some things to say: it is now one package.
Henceforth, this blog shall never be updated again and most likely will be deleted in around about a month.
I have created another blog; however, on the advice of a rather esteemed story teller I shall not place my poetry in said blog. Merely thoughts, observations, and the like.
The address is here.
Thanks to all you who have read me under the guise Liam Elliott.
It is now time to get real.
22.4.08
7.3.08
rough edges
Lets begin right here:
i feel a burden on my back
as if a whole city block stacked
itself upon my shoulders
cos im built for this kind of pressure
did i mention the city was occupied?
it is. its occupied with the people
i try to leave behind
and their blocking take off
see anytime someone tells me
how beautiful they think i am
i run.you just don't say that
when someone is mid-evolution
its rude. you may just cause
retrograde.movement.
see people like me
we war continually.
we dont sleep.
we grit our teeth.
we grip our palms.
we say our prayers
to distant gods.
we ride on falling bombs
to ground level.
why?
well i dunno about all of you
on the flip side of the spotlight
but im searching out the ultimate
sanity.scape.
where every particle reclines
in perfect alignment with the other
where all of us garbage patch kids
have pet doves and modest homes
not rabid pit-bulls and crowded ghettos
so i run
i run when you love me.
i run when you hate me.
i run when arms outstretch
because my evolution as a human
is not done
because ive got too many rough edges
to be held
this early on
honestly, i think its time to break off
real quick from the beaten path
thats been pre-traveled
by blindmen
and tear off
into the uncharted brush
find the nature inside of us
that makes our faces flush
when we finally stand face to face
with ourselves - finally in love
thats a tough concept for me, ok?
love.
its a bartering tool.
i say it to her - she repeats back
we kiss goodnight
in her car
beneath the tree
out on the silent street
next to an apartment complex
best known for its crack.
she drives away
i return to my flat
and have a pint
assuming life is good
but eventually
i run out of goods to trade
and all i got left is the bad
so when she opens up
the barter with "i love you"
im chewing on my tongue
like a dog gnaws on a bone
because i want to say to her
sorry honey, this shop
is closed
lets end it right here.
i feel a burden on my back
as if a whole city block stacked
itself upon my shoulders
cos im built for this kind of pressure
did i mention the city was occupied?
it is. its occupied with the people
i try to leave behind
and their blocking take off
see anytime someone tells me
how beautiful they think i am
i run.you just don't say that
when someone is mid-evolution
its rude. you may just cause
retrograde.movement.
see people like me
we war continually.
we dont sleep.
we grit our teeth.
we grip our palms.
we say our prayers
to distant gods.
we ride on falling bombs
to ground level.
why?
well i dunno about all of you
on the flip side of the spotlight
but im searching out the ultimate
sanity.scape.
where every particle reclines
in perfect alignment with the other
where all of us garbage patch kids
have pet doves and modest homes
not rabid pit-bulls and crowded ghettos
so i run
i run when you love me.
i run when you hate me.
i run when arms outstretch
because my evolution as a human
is not done
because ive got too many rough edges
to be held
this early on
honestly, i think its time to break off
real quick from the beaten path
thats been pre-traveled
by blindmen
and tear off
into the uncharted brush
find the nature inside of us
that makes our faces flush
when we finally stand face to face
with ourselves - finally in love
thats a tough concept for me, ok?
love.
its a bartering tool.
i say it to her - she repeats back
we kiss goodnight
in her car
beneath the tree
out on the silent street
next to an apartment complex
best known for its crack.
she drives away
i return to my flat
and have a pint
assuming life is good
but eventually
i run out of goods to trade
and all i got left is the bad
so when she opens up
the barter with "i love you"
im chewing on my tongue
like a dog gnaws on a bone
because i want to say to her
sorry honey, this shop
is closed
lets end it right here.
© Matt Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
2.3.08
Wandering Eyes
Something from my newest project: 21 BITS
Wandering Eyes
Ive got a worn out face like the souls of old shoes
It got stuck on my head sometime ago, somewhere
Between the drinking problems I've since recovered from
And the failed relationships I could never recover
But this face
Is still in the mirror - with its suitcases under its eyes
Always packed, ready to move on
Cos I look through all you're hearts for a place to stay
But never find it. so I just keep moving
On and on.
And sometimes it rains.
It rains so hard I cant see.
At the end of the day
I find my self emotionally homeless
Everyday. because all the people here
Have emptier hearts then Ive got empty promises
Saved away - waiting to be fulfilled in a desk drawer
I O U's for little pieces of me I gave away
So all that remains is this worn out face
Like a stretch of old home movie footage
No one wants to see anymore.
© Matt Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
Wandering Eyes
Ive got a worn out face like the souls of old shoes
It got stuck on my head sometime ago, somewhere
Between the drinking problems I've since recovered from
And the failed relationships I could never recover
But this face
Is still in the mirror - with its suitcases under its eyes
Always packed, ready to move on
Cos I look through all you're hearts for a place to stay
But never find it. so I just keep moving
On and on.
And sometimes it rains.
It rains so hard I cant see.
At the end of the day
I find my self emotionally homeless
Everyday. because all the people here
Have emptier hearts then Ive got empty promises
Saved away - waiting to be fulfilled in a desk drawer
I O U's for little pieces of me I gave away
So all that remains is this worn out face
Like a stretch of old home movie footage
No one wants to see anymore.
© Matt Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
1.3.08
Paradelle
First created by Poet Laureate Billy Collins the paradelle was merely a joke; a way of making fun of people who follow poetic forms and sacrifice making sense. None the less the form intriuged me when I read his poem "Paradelle for Susan" that I decided to write my own.
Paradelle About Leaving
I am reminded of a silent moment
I am reminded of a silent moment
Sitting here stuttering the dead ends of days
Sitting here stuttering the dead ends of days
Silent dead days stuttering
"I am here reminded of a moment of the ends."
The endings usually seem formulaic
The endings usually seem formulaic
Acute deja vu the most common complaint
Acute deja vu the most common complaint
The most formulaic deja vu common
The acute endings usually seem complaint.
If one was to reach out past the moment
If one was to reach out past the moment
A vessel driving through the spine of time
A vessel driving through the spine of time
If vessel movement was past time
The one driving out to the spine through a reach.
I, the silent complaint, reach a vessel
Usually of the most acute stuttering
Dead out of time. If the deja vu end
Am one reminded here
The common past was driving the moment
Seem sitting through days of formulaic endings of a spine.
© Matt Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
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And an fyi the paradelle's form is 4 line stanzas with 6 lines. The first 2 lines must be the same. The 3rd and 4rth lines must also be the same as each other. Then the final two lines (to conclude the stanza) must use only the words of the 1st through 4rth lines.
This only applies to the first 3 stanzas.
The final stanza can only use the words in the previous stanzas and nothing else.
As you can see this is pretty ridiculous haha!
Cheers.
Paradelle About Leaving
I am reminded of a silent moment
I am reminded of a silent moment
Sitting here stuttering the dead ends of days
Sitting here stuttering the dead ends of days
Silent dead days stuttering
"I am here reminded of a moment of the ends."
The endings usually seem formulaic
The endings usually seem formulaic
Acute deja vu the most common complaint
Acute deja vu the most common complaint
The most formulaic deja vu common
The acute endings usually seem complaint.
If one was to reach out past the moment
If one was to reach out past the moment
A vessel driving through the spine of time
A vessel driving through the spine of time
If vessel movement was past time
The one driving out to the spine through a reach.
I, the silent complaint, reach a vessel
Usually of the most acute stuttering
Dead out of time. If the deja vu end
Am one reminded here
The common past was driving the moment
Seem sitting through days of formulaic endings of a spine.
© Matt Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
----
And an fyi the paradelle's form is 4 line stanzas with 6 lines. The first 2 lines must be the same. The 3rd and 4rth lines must also be the same as each other. Then the final two lines (to conclude the stanza) must use only the words of the 1st through 4rth lines.
This only applies to the first 3 stanzas.
The final stanza can only use the words in the previous stanzas and nothing else.
As you can see this is pretty ridiculous haha!
Cheers.
19.2.08
A wee handful
021708
i still have dreams
of a mind blowing
blue-sky green-grass
everlasting expanse
where inevitable she
and insatiable me
will be encapsulated
never. moving. soaking. in.
a flickering moment
perfect. half. time.
021908
yeh, ive got these late nights
lined up like all the feelings
that i falter to find appropriate
Similes and metaphors to express:
This emptiness is like a ___
My loneliness grows as ___
perhaps, Ill let the reader
fill in the blanks
after all - is not all poetry
subjective?
i still have dreams
of a mind blowing
blue-sky green-grass
everlasting expanse
where inevitable she
and insatiable me
will be encapsulated
never. moving. soaking. in.
a flickering moment
perfect. half. time.
© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
021908
yeh, ive got these late nights
lined up like all the feelings
that i falter to find appropriate
Similes and metaphors to express:
This emptiness is like a ___
My loneliness grows as ___
perhaps, Ill let the reader
fill in the blanks
after all - is not all poetry
subjective?
© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
9.2.08
Inconvenience
I like how convenient store clerks
Think that when I come in late at night
Im high on some kind of drug
And proceed to play games with me
From behind their formica counters
Their PhDs hanging on the wall
Between the large letter B
And rows of cigarettes standing
Like rows of soldiers - taking aim.
Think that when I come in late at night
Im high on some kind of drug
And proceed to play games with me
From behind their formica counters
Their PhDs hanging on the wall
Between the large letter B
And rows of cigarettes standing
Like rows of soldiers - taking aim.
© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
2.2.08
020108
Thank you
For getting out of my life
Little did you know
Your rude departure
Your leaving on bad terms
Your betraying of a friendship
Only made it easier for me
To butterfly forwards and
Fly.Away.
For getting out of my life
Little did you know
Your rude departure
Your leaving on bad terms
Your betraying of a friendship
Only made it easier for me
To butterfly forwards and
Fly.Away.
© Liam Elliott 2008. All Rights Reserved.
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