The Fall Of Icarus

Writing, poetry and musings of a Redneck Faggot

[they-made-me-do-itt]

You and Me

In your embrace

The world makes sense.

Removing any trace,

Leaving no space

For self doubt or second guesses.

Taking me to a place

Of calm and self belief.

Where there is no pretence

Nor evidence

Of the man I used to be.

In your eyes I've seen a future

Which stretches further

Than I dared to dream before.

It's in your eyes.

Thats where my future lies

And the more I dream with you

The more I want to see.

Forever, you and me.

You and me.

[poems-and-word]

[the-book-diaries]

“The mind can’t explain it, and you can’t make it go away. It’s called love.”

— Lois Lowry, The Giver (via the-book-diaries)

[poems-and-word]

[philosophyquotes]

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”

— Lao Tzu

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Your future self is talking shit about you

[thebootydiaries]

person: you're pretty cool!

me: oh my god prepare to be very disappointed

[poemswords]

[poemswords]

[they-made-me-do-itt]

The grass breaths, heady summer breeze.

Pulsing slowly he opens his musk,

Sprays over sand dunes, out to the sea.

Doused over meadows, searching for seeds.

Carried on the thermals, botanical lust.

 Tall slender elegance, rigid masculinity.

Verdant greens and azure blues, in swathes

Cutting through the land from ocean to mountain peak.

Standing tall in sunshine he bathes.

Strong but simple symmetry, pointed and sleek.

 Rough to the touch, yet smooth in opposition.

His surface holds beads of moisture, cradled in finest hair.

Released for the morning light, an ardent tradition,

Maintaining dawn’s cycle, cooling the air

Conveying convection. Atmospheric stare.

 Deep roots, tangled vermicular infiltration

Penetrating the earth in thirst driven frenzy.

He entwines and strangles his aggregate foundation.

Staking his claim on the landscape, extending

Both above and deep below, deep within.

 Soft feathered flowers reveal hidden sensitivity.

Blooming delicately from his outstretched tip,

Lilting carefree on a forgotten sweet zephyr,

Carry sweet nectar, sticky and fresh,

Butterflies flutter to take a brief sip.

 And there you laid, on your back in the field

Completing the scene, completing my day.

Reflecting the perfection of the surrounding nature,

Catching my breath, smiling up from the hay.

Completing my soul, my meadow bouquet.

[they-made-me-do-itt]

[they-made-me-do-itt]

A collection of dance, electronica and chilled Choooons

[they-made-me-do-itt]

Western junkies

You’re a druggie Benedict.

High on you’re almighty

Shite that passes to the masses.

With the fine dining and blood red wine

And the swine that surround you.

All those poor souls you have lead with

Fleshy bread fed to flickering tongues.

Push that doctrine!

But I’m not buying into it!

 You’re a druggie Dad.

Sat on that laptop

Drooling and dribbling and fiddling

With Stella and Marlboro

And West Boro and test match cricket!

While in the thick of it all

You’re sons are falling away by the wayside.

Were you ever so proud?

To quit the stench of that armchair.

 You’re a druggie Cameron.

Rubbing in the Regaine and

Hammering home the importance

Of financial reforms.

High on sycophantic arse licking

Picking the worst man for the best job

To rob the poor fuckers and 

Line wealthy pockets with golden lockets

Blase cutback karma khazi

 You’re a druggie Delilah.

Speed date and date rape,

Guzzling crystal to blot out the loneliness

And self hate encrusting you’re eyes.

The lies you tell yourself

And the trinkets you take from Harvey Nicks

To trick yourself that you’re not that fake.

For fucks sake!

Break out before you break down

 You’re a druggie Mum.

Chocolate and chic-lit 

And ready made oven fries.

Home pride lies dusted with custard

And the size of you’re thighs is scaring me

And the pain in you’re eyes is hurting me

And the shame of you’re lies is shocking me

But don’t mock my lifestyle

Cos I aint all that bad

 You see, I’m a druggie.

Sniffing and slamming and glamouring.

Smoking and toking in the hope

That all this shit will slip away for a while.

Pills and potions to hide the commotion

Of my westernised nightmare:

Tony Blair, Cher, BP share’s, losing my hair.

So don’t stare at my stash with you’re judging eyes,

Cos were all druggies in our own way

And that includes you!

[they-made-me-do-itt]

[they-made-me-do-itt]

Can You Dig My Man?

Do you dig it my Brother?

Digging your own grave.

Rigging up your gear

With grief and spoons

And blotting, stopping

The crap getting back

Up the icicle shaft.

 Will you dig it my Son?

Strappings and trappings

Of a once great career

Litter the floor.

Stemming your flow

To make soft flesh go hard.

But dont go too slow

Cos you're a winner every time!

 Dig it in there my Father.

You know you would rather do this

Than face the office geeks.

Armani chic bitches:

Scratching and latching onto idle gossip.

Youre escape lies asunder

At the end of the plunger.

Three two one, and you're under.

 Dig it out, float my lover.

Let slip the knots of wars

And whores and bathe in the floorboards.

The ratrace has scored

Dimpled tracks up a back.

But the bells are chiming

And wringing out the sorrow.

For a while, there is no more tomorrow.

[they-made-me-do-itt]

Last orders...

Breaking down 

The pieces of purpose. 

Poised with broken promises 

And sauerkraut sentiment,

Has brought me to this 

Precipice of self doubt

And somber reflection.

Was enough ever enough?

Or is the inevitable bitterness

Finally creeping up through

The floorboards of my good nature? 

Must I now nurture myself

To heal up the holes left by others?

Mothers, and Brothers and Lovers 

Who have sucked on my innards

Till only sinew remains

Or is that insane gene finally kicking in? 

Will that hereditary lineage finally win?

The final folly!

The decisions and omissions 

And permissions and presumptions.

The highs and lows 

And lies have flowed

Through me for the last time

And time is certainly bringing in those revenges!

So time please gentlemen, for the bar is closing.....

[poems-and-word]