Um...welcome to the insanitorium for the verbose.  read on...@ peril of cortex failure...

    *Sun 16th Sept 2007  

      The Heavenly Rogue.

      One feigns “collectible”
      Too many hearts
      The brush in hand
      Will never make art       

      It’s you who destroys the beauty
      It’s you who seals your fate
      It’s you who lies to passers by
      Who leaves food on your plate       

      Two’s too much company
      Freedom confounds
      One princess, one fairy
      One binary clown       

      It’s you who destroys the beauty
      It’s you who seals your fate
      It’s you who lies to passers by
      Who leaves food on your plate       

      For one to love
      Five more to perish
      Treasure in flames
      Nothing to cherish       

      Oh which way to go?
      The fork in the road…
      The fork in the tongue…
      The heavenly rogue       

      It’s you who destroys the beauty
      It’s you who seals your fate
      It’s you who lies to passers by
      Who leaves food on your plate       

      Sickness in health
      Seven deadly scenes
      All hidden from sight
      A choir without hymns       

      It’s you who destroys the beauty
      It’s you who seals your fate
      It’s you who lies to passers by
      Who leaves food on your plate

Wires crossed
Long ago
She said
Choirs lost
To caucophany of voices
White on Snow
 
Yet, here we lie
Side by side
Beds and brains
At odds
Fully clothed
Inside

Bug nets
Billowing
Their silken sheen
O'er our two heads
Pillowing adjacent

Mon 27th Aug 2007

Hong Kong Tempo.
 
U gotta be on afterburner here
Speedy-gonzalez
Rocket-man
1000Volt solo socket slam
Hit you in the back pocket with a dynamite electronic docket
Shim-shammyin' up da glitzy city spires
Stayin’ in touch such like ya bluetooth without wirez
Facebookin it
Gas-cookin' it
In a glamour pad with ya soul-less soul-matez
A flurry of off-dates
And windin’ up in a pile of stinky fish crates
Drunk n disorderly
In a karma-less state
Devoid of spirit
Sloshed in spirits
E-trinkets n trash
Trashed in the desktop dustbin of city strife....
Moves fast
Don't it?