Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

enter

unlock my battered heart
take comfort, I have plenty to spare

Everyone's high
on consolation

I'd pay the devil to replace her.

Conquests await, but the future can't promise
More than this
Though it may deliver as the world wills
Today may be the summit
we have reached too late

Passions flame in unbridled bursts
Weeks dissipate in fits of lust
Delights
Under my umbrella

I have always been a singer, for as long as I can remember, anyway.  Singing forces proper breathing, making it an excellent therapy for stress.

(Bus Stop by the Hollies who are not Buddy Holly who died with Richie Valens and the Big Bopper)

she's always gone too long
anytime she goes away

Malinov

posted by: Malinov at 09:08 | link | comments (2) |

Comments:

#1  23 August 2005 - 22:16

 

i like that line 'everybody's high - on consolation.

bluematrix

#2  24 August 2005 - 13:12

 

Everybody's trying to tell me what is right for me - Hall & Oates

M

Mo'nonymous

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