Monday 28 June 2010

Purple Paned Piws

Lamposts

Saturday 19 June 2010

Feeder (Your Soul, I Think, Is Sinking)

Your mind - fried through years of fears,
Your intent - betrayed by crocodile tears
Your truth - lost, buried with sympathy
By your weak tendency to abuse all empathy.


Your behaviour - translucent, aghast in shame
By the trust of others you gained in my name.
No words - no action - will feed what you need
In this bed of roses, you thrived like a weed.


My message to you, whom I once dared call “friend”
Is but an alien concept, one you won’t comprehend:
He who lives by the sword, surely dies by the sword -
A heavy price that none can afford.

Thursday 17 June 2010

Monday 14 June 2010

Sunday 13 June 2010

Friday 11 June 2010

Radio Amgen/Elin Angharad/Sioe 184

Turn On, Tune In and Drop Out

Tuesday 1 June 2010

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