Come stitch up your tattered heart
With thousands of tiny razor cuts
Look how bright the welling blood
Keep it wet or it'll cake like mud
Feel how strong each shuddering beat
Slippery and slick with heaving heat
Hear how fleeting your fancy tune
How soon it'll all come to ruin
Taste the tears that fed your flesh
My embrace like a slithering sash
Savour your last breath of swine
And now, let mine be thine.
wingsofdeath
Monday, 19 March 2007
Wednesday, 10 January 2007
Sweet
The memory of me -
just a fleeting sweetness
fled from your fondness
so swiftly one wonders
it may never have been
Nectar
nestled in the nexus of ixora
hidden in the stalk till awakened
to the perfection of conception
Unseen by the roving eye
untouched by the careless hand
undone by the impatient mind
Such a brief drop
disappearing on the tongue
lost in the lakes of lucid longing
the mind grasps naught but the absence
So beauteous to behold
so impossible to hold
so brief the taste
so desperate the chase
for a tantalising glimpse
of what may never have been.
wingsofdeath
just a fleeting sweetness
fled from your fondness
so swiftly one wonders
it may never have been
Nectar
nestled in the nexus of ixora
hidden in the stalk till awakened
to the perfection of conception
Unseen by the roving eye
untouched by the careless hand
undone by the impatient mind
Such a brief drop
disappearing on the tongue
lost in the lakes of lucid longing
the mind grasps naught but the absence
So beauteous to behold
so impossible to hold
so brief the taste
so desperate the chase
for a tantalising glimpse
of what may never have been.
wingsofdeath
Saturday, 6 January 2007
2007
Wishing a wonderful waif
A better and brighter life
A kind and kindred soul
That might have made me whole
May your years be blessed with bliss
And the stuff of merry memories.
wingsofdeath
A better and brighter life
A kind and kindred soul
That might have made me whole
May your years be blessed with bliss
And the stuff of merry memories.
wingsofdeath
A Little Bit of Beauty Beneath ***

Both Edward Norton and Naomi Watts extend their credibility in their roles, even though their British accents can't fool even a non-Brit like myself, but their emotionally-measured performances were perfectly in sync with the feel of the film - wrought with an underlying tension that never really threatens too much but you know it's there. The only real problem I had with the film was the editing. The narrative seemed fractured in certain parts and I simply could not understand why a French song woud make it into the soundtrack and grace the burial scene, but perhaps I'm just being an ignoramus.
It's definitely more interesting than a documentary or a visit to the museum, but for those looking for thrills or romance, they can do better. There is beauty behind this veil, but it's probably not the kind they're looking for.
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