Mel Vil's Blog, page 9

One Last Thought

It’s funny how some things slip your mind so easily, I’d forgotten until now I’d been a child once. But now it is as clear and real as the outcome of the next few spilt seconds. As if I were them I can see myself from my parents perspective leaning over my pram to tickle … Continue reading One Last Thought →

Giant what

On the one hand We stand on shoulders Stuffing facts with our minds And vice versa Whereas on the other We rot in cages That divide our minds From our bodies.

Soppy sceptic

We meditate Open our mindsWhich in returnFlush into our bloodAddictive opiodsYet this is not seenAs being well understood

Finding the way

Sitting in Tavistock SquareDeciding whether it isThe correct measureTo be making decisionsOn how to handleThis situation Yet at the same timeFeeling the threatOf missing opportunityBecause of deem-actingThe syndrome of changeMust occur What we seekHas been foundAs expectedAs usualIn the formWe try to escape Free peopleFloat outResist returningOnly confirmingAnd instillingThe reoccurence Saddening in thoughtDeep and familiarIn … Continue reading Finding the way →

Fateful encounter

The cycle repeatsMeaning time has comeFactors remain suspendedSo fate will reoccur. Making the right callThe eternal dilemmaInstincts battle logicThe environment intervenes Choosing wrong affectsThe chances of being rightNext time aroundThe backdrop evolves Take a late encounterAt a taxi standWill she, won’t sheConsequences multiply Watching myselfBeing watchedForming opinionsThat might not exist In her mindChances areAs things … Continue reading Fateful encounter →

My belle

Big beautiful roses have long stemsHormones and selective breedingGrowing the body mine desiresYet tainted by this falseness Irony. Symbolism. Lesson.But it’s unlearned.Nothing is known.Like why is it I find The odd one out specialAn exception to the ruleFalling into a finite bandWhose boundaries obstruct One side says she’s the oneWhereas the other enumeratesLong lists of … Continue reading My belle →

A moment’s peace

Inspired by a drum beatThe downward spiral of keysHarpsichord and accordionThen cutlery, crockery clatterA steam burst, milk froths Closer still, individual voicesFading in and out of rangeRandom and incessant actionAccompanied by punctual rhythmsBoth catering to my soul But which do I preferDoes music lift me upAs I strive to catch the melodyOr is my imagination … Continue reading A moment’s peace →

Dithering globalist

My life ticks backwardsWhile glancing over my shoulderAnd thinking I shouldFace up to things I sit and wax lyricalInto a vinyl cylinderAn ode to joyWith an eastern allure. Some cultures attractOthers threatenDrawing pretty linesIn defecation brown Global homunculiFeaturing sensitive spotsAnd a soft underbelly.I reject the arguments In favour of backtrackingKnowing old timesAre not what we … Continue reading Dithering globalist →

Incel

The question begsWhy perform an actionNot conducive to motionIn the directionOf your desires My will is sleepingIt too needs to restOnly now occurringIs the thoughtThat I’m being bluffed It’s fatigueWhen I need catharsisInstead I change seatsUnaware of the factsRandom stochastic acts My internal logicIs wired backwardsApproaching chaosThen I hear the voiceOf the ex waitress Choosing … Continue reading Incel →

Space flies

If time can no longer be spentWhat is left to do right nowWhilst contemplating the future? Accordingly it stops approachingUntil I’ve sorted out my lifeAnd spent all my hard-earned money. Turning around at this junctureOpens more questions than it closesThe past can fend for itself. Instead I cleanse myself of resentmentAnd pay hommage to its … Continue reading Space flies →