The first heartstring severs.
Blood bursts out; a burbling brook of
memories, sex, and love.
There goes number two;
limbs twist and scuttle in
to fill the aching, breaking pieces.
The third snaps
lashing my brain for re-hashing thoughts of
you and me and me and us.
The fourth whips around
to lick my face
where you kiss me goodnight.
Five and six send you flying free.
I am left, a bleeding, broken,
bruised and busted body.
Wednesday 11 July 2012
The Tiny Blue Room
Silence.
In the tiny blue room.
It's when you choke on your voice
and there's no noise
that can break it down.
You fling your body against the walls
only to leave red stains; and the footfalls
of dancing flies can be found.
So you decay minute by minute
and no matter how you spin it
the maggots will continue to feed on your soul.
In silence.
In the tiny blue room.
Saturday 7 July 2012
Zombie Love
I'm 6 feet under.
I want to claw my way out
But the grave digger's packed it down.
I long for the touch of your hand
The kiss of the sun
But I'm 6 feet under
underneath feelings.
I want to claw my way out
But the grave digger's packed it down.
I long for the touch of your hand
The kiss of the sun
But I'm 6 feet under
underneath feelings.
Friday 6 July 2012
To Bob Barker
I heard on the radio this morning that Bob Barker, host of The Price is Right and animal rights activist, has been saying the the Calgary Stampede promotes cruelty to animals; to which I can only reply:
GET A LIFE!
Barker put Alberta on the map, when he protested the Edmonton Zoo for keeping Lucy, an old elephant, rather than sending her to a more natural habitat.
1. Lucy is freaking old. She will probably not make the trip AND
2. Even if she does, she will have lost everything and everyone that she knows in addition to not knowing how to live in such a different environment.
3. The cost of transporting a really old elephant that may die enroute anyways is ridiculous. (Also, from what I hear, the Edmonton Zoo will not be acquiring any more animals non-native to the praries. Hopefully.)
Now, Barker is sticking his nose in to Alberta once again, claiming that a 100-year-old festival is cruel towards animals. Again, let's be honest; perhaps the Stampede is not the best form of loving our furry friends, but think about this:
Barker could be protesting the way humans farm animals; in order to produce more, fattier meats, humans have essentially eliminated any grazing or open areas in the farms that produce chickens for large processors. They're locked in cages or small pens, in completely un-hygienic conditions which enable the spread of disease rapidly.
Barker could be promoting healthier farming, supporting small, independent farmers who still allow their cattle to graze, their chickens to run free, etc. But he's not.
Barker is picking on one of the smallest issues this world has. By choosing this course of action, Barker is drawing attention away from REAL suffering of animals at the hands of humans. People knock hunting, saying it's harsh and cold-blooded. What is more cold blooded than penning animals up so you can have a fatty steak at the end of your hard day behind a desk?
Barker wants to be an animal rights activist does he? I think he should go back to when animals were first domesticated; that was when cruelty REALLY began.
GET A LIFE!
Barker put Alberta on the map, when he protested the Edmonton Zoo for keeping Lucy, an old elephant, rather than sending her to a more natural habitat.
1. Lucy is freaking old. She will probably not make the trip AND
2. Even if she does, she will have lost everything and everyone that she knows in addition to not knowing how to live in such a different environment.
3. The cost of transporting a really old elephant that may die enroute anyways is ridiculous. (Also, from what I hear, the Edmonton Zoo will not be acquiring any more animals non-native to the praries. Hopefully.)
Now, Barker is sticking his nose in to Alberta once again, claiming that a 100-year-old festival is cruel towards animals. Again, let's be honest; perhaps the Stampede is not the best form of loving our furry friends, but think about this:
Barker could be protesting the way humans farm animals; in order to produce more, fattier meats, humans have essentially eliminated any grazing or open areas in the farms that produce chickens for large processors. They're locked in cages or small pens, in completely un-hygienic conditions which enable the spread of disease rapidly.
Barker could be promoting healthier farming, supporting small, independent farmers who still allow their cattle to graze, their chickens to run free, etc. But he's not.
Barker is picking on one of the smallest issues this world has. By choosing this course of action, Barker is drawing attention away from REAL suffering of animals at the hands of humans. People knock hunting, saying it's harsh and cold-blooded. What is more cold blooded than penning animals up so you can have a fatty steak at the end of your hard day behind a desk?
Barker wants to be an animal rights activist does he? I think he should go back to when animals were first domesticated; that was when cruelty REALLY began.
Slightly off topic, INCREDIBLY ridiculous
Imagine that you live in a place where you find the occasional spider meandering through, doing its daily (or nightly) routine; that you invite your best friend over to watch a favourite childhood movie and catch up; that she finds a large (not really) spider in your bathroom. Imagine you're both terrified of spiders.
Imagine you take an old plastic container and trap the spider; you shove the container into a corner so your friend can go to the bathroom and feel secure that the spider will not crawl on her; you both decide to put it out of your minds and begin the movie.
Imagine the movie ends and you've both got one thing on your mind: the GIANT spider; you start talking in hopes that the spider will die in its plastic tomb before you even think about getting up to check. Imagine it's still alive.
Imagine you decide to arm yourself with a rolled up newspaper and a spray bottle full of rubbing alcohol; you get into your shower (in order to protect yourself from said creepy-crawly) and crouch down, ready to strike when you lift the container. Imagine you're too frightened to lift the container.
Imagine your friend offers to crouch on the toilet and hold the spray bottle in case the spider manages to dodge your lethal newspaper blows; you stay there for at least two minutes trying to muster up the courage to remove the plastic container; you count 3... 2... 1!
BAM! spritz spritz BAM! BAM!
Amy and Friend: 1 Spidey: 0
House Down
An original poem by A. Chow
It slides besides your insides
Devours your heart and mind
Whispers fears and jeers into your ears
And you are blinded by the shadow.
The fire it breathes fumes and consumes
Leaving no room
for thoughts of peace
crying to get out like forgotten children.
crying to get out like forgotten children.
The devil offers his hand
Like a gentleman
You start to stand
But your knees give out
And you want to shout
But it won’t come out
Til’ tears start rollin and you’ve no hope left.
So you pour on gasoline
And dream
Of a better place…
But you’re really just burning your house down.
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