Sunday, 23 January 2011

My Civil War

Sobriety will be the death of me
The thoughts uncrowned,
I strain against the cerebral chains
And fumble in my doubts
My self contempt engulfs me
I drown in my own bile
Restrained from cutting myself loose
My selfishness reviled

Weary of psychic parasites
So cautious to the quick
Evading emotional vampirism
With a deprecated wit
The worlds collide inside me
The tensions smoulder bright
I ache from treading boredom
And the vindictiveness of spite

Beyond the pale
The pallid fight
Has left my deficient soul
I resist the urge to compromise
And come in from the cold
The road I tread is treacherous
To divert would ease my route
Madness siphons my energies
My insanity is absolute

Andy Horsman

The Golden Age of Light Entertainment

The curtain falls
After the curtain call
And the greasepaint smears once more
The pantomime dames and the farce depart
Through the crumbling backstage door
A last fleeting look
At the playwright’s book
And the dust gathered on the floor
Farewell to dreams of grandeur
The icons and those who might have been
The slightly shabby leading men
And the majestic silver screen
We have no need for culture now
Your vaunted golden age has passed
The satellite feeds our every need
While we sit passively on our arses
Brainwashed by reality, badly dressed,
Masquerading as the stimulus
That we seek
The libraries are shut, but we don’t read
We have no aspirations
Ignorance keeps us weak

Andy Horsman

Sunday, 9 January 2011

An Avalanche of Indifference

Your apathy is narcotic
An opiate of indolence
Shuttered and so blind
Caught up in the fluffy warmth
Of an inoffensive
A censorship of senses
While your cauterised soul
Is removed

An avalanche of indifference
An insanity sanctuary
Where all the fearing
Is whitewashed
And sorrow is erased
Shuffle in the greyness
The smothered and
The lobotomised and
The neutered
Cleansed and sanitised.

Andy Horsman