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
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.
14.10.07
13.10.07
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.
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.
11.10.07
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.
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.
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.
8.10.07
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.
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.
7.10.07
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.
3.10.07
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
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
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