nightly murder

i hear the bells begin to chime
for midnight or noontime
but tarry a while, dear former
i shall need thy oil to fuel me longer

but far too soon a new day begins
not one morsel of sleep, i thus wear thin
battle-weary, squint-eyed, work-undone
be there impending victory? i sense none

what is it that i can see?
what do i see laid out for me?

it is but a long, depressing road
and i shoulder a heavy, killing load
watch my life slowly ebb away
drop by drop and day by day


i continue my valiant fight to save this poemsite from degeneration into an angsty, cryptically saddening hard-to-read blog thing. Herm. Well yeah with bing and royCE, nothing can stray far from a lack of humour and rhyme (or is it ryhme. eek.) As for the LOO, well it's a different case altogether... It harbours unreadable, strange tendancies that range from intelligent to abuse of copyright. No la. Not being so evil. But yeah its just different style of writing. The former two are just more how wud u put it... musive? contemplatively cryptic? jaja someting liddat hee hee. I just like being a little more rhyming-like and stuff and lighter? I dunno...

anyway i came up with a few poems this morning. 1am and just now... put them up later maybe....