14/02/16 – And A While Prior

This feels like writing a eulogy
I guess in a way it is
But on account of arrogance
It’s just a little overdue…

Is there any chance you still think of me?
In passing? Even if for a micro-second?
Cos for me, given the time of year
The second that clock hits February, I can’t help myself

It may of been just a blip, a tick, a glitch if we’re being cynical
But I think the smallest durations can be the most intense
I’ve had years and years of accompaniment before
But they never got me like you did, in a mere duo of months

Silky waves on a crystal beach
Lukewarm breeze on lost jacket nights
A sight to dilate
Brings the crack of smiles
To a mourning frown
And to bruised skin
An exercise to the creative soul
And an expansion to the creative mind
You were this and so much more
The most elating memory I know

So does your mind, drag you back in time too?
Does it leave your day bleak, and your future blue?
To reminisce about all the little ways
We’d make divinity out of early work days

Is it only me that reserves a prayer or two?
That despite the magnitude of earth that now separates us
That somehow come February the 14th
When I step outside into a standard blistering night
Our frequencies will somehow align
And no matter where I choose to sulk
I’ll be greeted by them platinum dollar eyes
Then maybe I could just drop the facade
Act like not even 1 second has past since I saw you last
And just tell you how much I’ve missed you

Still dedicated to B.B

Lnc0

A sequel to this Valentine relic of 2 years:
http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/77842940245/14022014

Still Vibes

It’s another still night in Colchester
Everyone’s gaze is exclusive to surface level
And a vibrant facia pallet of fauna
Is indistinguishable from the cold grey tarmac

And I’ve honestly got nothing interesting to say
No mythological comparisons to make for my Tuesday
And definitely no darling in sight to glorify
Nothing remarkable about a still vibe

Cos without my know-how
My subconscious has be sorting out rations
Keeping my personality for ransom
Not to exert every kilojoule, not quite yet
On winter time dates in the warm
That can’t even muster a flat spark
I run to the hills with delight painted on my face
Only to be greeted by a horde of the dead

Their ain’t nothing remarkable about a still populous
And if everyone’s keeping their love off the line
What good is currency anyway?
If all it’s doing is leaving ache in your chest
Best to wait for the ripples in the blue
And cannonball accordingly
Until then the cold locks up the receptors
Stops anyone from detecting what anyone’s feeling
So it’s best to shut down completely
Until we’re back into stormy waters again

Lnc0

When They Say “I Wear The Trousers” They Mean…

I’m seeing your name in every textbook
I feel your gaze in every corner
I’m sensing the way you haunt me at every turn
I see the emulation as I perform your diction
Walking down the street like you do
Spouting your inside jokes, with exact timing to boot
I know it’s you rushing inside my veins
Jousting my body like a puppeteer
Ready to crawl out of my skin
When you can confirm assimilation is complete
I’ll give up my heritage, my title, my life
I surrender everything for you to love me some more

Your damn right you want me to love you more
Claw your way to me on the floor
And don’t you ever forget I’m the one you adore
Whisper your worship to me, or I’ll show you scorn

When your running low on my attention
I want you seeing red, panic as the meter empties
Pulling your hair out, writhing on the settee
As I tell you I ain’t got a free minute till tomorrow
Your beginning and end all hinge on me
Every quirk shown, every sentence spoken
All born from my influence, my inspirations
I’m here to stay in your mind, if you like it or not

Lnc0

Just wanna give a shot out to my local charity shops, look at all this rad shit I got! Most if not all of it cost a quid! Nutty

Also may or may not be trying to get body confidence back by posting more photos, and wot? What are you gonna do about it? Unfollow? …..wait don’t do that, WAIT WHAT ARE DOING DON-