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Winter by ashriel, literature

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Winter

Age betrays him; sometimes the voice is less than a whisper. The bond seems weaker now – there is less to talk about and the world is weary business. My day is a To Do list filled with meaningless appointments, school, work, other people’s kids. His, a cocktail of chemicals we drink to before the 5 o’clock news. The speaker between us, he frets, anxious that the weight of silence will somehow eat us both away. Curse fragility for broken ribs, the frailty that tempers our embraces when we can do no more but thank the lord for hand-clasps warm eyes and memo

Glean by ashriel, literature

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Glean

Melt down the verbal clutter to a wax drizzle lazing on a carpet laced with grey – It's a new day through the doorway and substance spells the dawn of aging morn. Freeze, dry And cling - Wrap Cut to the teen-angst/ dream joy- riders lounging on the lawn – 45 per cent juvenile -- under the barrel of a gun to seize the day and note that it's begun.

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Expulsion by ashriel, literature

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Expulsion

Before all things good and righteous there was simply This and That Which Was. Each day it became harder to accept that every moment would be a still and sudden memory, giving birth to Boredom in the monotony of cycle when we bore holes into blank walls to finally escape through corridors of complexity. These days our lives are filled with Shoulds That Could, lead us to a much longed place of peace, and Might Have Beens that never really would. And so I preach – the exercise to become less meaningless, while the words combine to be invariably so.

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Writing Wisteria by ashriel, literature

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Writing Wisteria

My blue-eyed vertigo, There are monsters breeding limpid daisies in your flowerbox – they are sighted, I am sure, but choose to overlook the notice as it beeps to ward off trespass and not the peace, and not the glory of the sneezey golden button. At the bidding of Five Fingers, Mister Sleepy took his leave – now I must speak with Lying Lady who will not kindly stop her stream and Sergeant Pebble who is too smooth, too slippery-slick for misbelieving; conniving peddler without a swimsuit, that I should dare. So much the vast unspoken image of a vague and disappearing age, they call to task no petty glances, as they tra

Alice by ashriel, literature

Expirations by ashriel, literature

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Expirations

I A companion retires. In the wake of relations we find ourselves resigned to stations of automated contention and apathy. I suppose, The attendance of daily activity – makeup, clothing, smile and chat – account for more hours than interest, until our certainties dissolve into losses attested to by hairbrushes. When our best offerings expire, our most inanimate confidants come to register the tremors belied by chipping nails. II There are three moons about tonight, halved reflections against the window, lounging around in a clouded circle, while just above, a solit

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Slating by ashriel, literature

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Slating

Measuring each groove Against another, We look at life Through familiar Cathedral windows That arc their way Through consciousness, Unheeded of the etchings …In a film… Dust that settles On the surface, replete in its misgivings, Will not alter; Will cast a shadow over time In corners overlooked by harried hands, too eager in their swiping to question where there is beauty in sterility. For all we know Is a ticking from a handsome face, That never shirks nor wavers in its duty, To sound each deliberate bell for continuity …Which we accept… With our senses fine-tuned to utmost selectivit

Edict In Strange by ashriel, literature

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Edict In Strange

No viscous-tricky blend So let it seep – Through my death-knell armour scenery The neon fresco fire -flies, and Nothing, if Anything, seems less than the unusual. When we rail, en pointe, to find balance, When the auto-crows train promulgate (To, bright lights! Comfort! and time, time, time!): Is it red I see or an idle transmutation? So, render me speechless – Paint me pastel, Mark my chalkboard with erase But don't lose me in the spitting of an eye For I am fashion, they are stardust And when I fall I become a little more Of what am I. (What Is I?) Riddle me:

Prefix to the Edict by ashriel, literature

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Prefix to the Edict

I had stood long enough In and of the pecking order Primped and preened by determined feats As the build-up blew to fluro beams Behind my unseen eyes. I saw the colours as my cones crashed And struggled to keep crawling Through the mangled mess That seemed to be most fitting. Fractious was the door-slam, And I was everything made manifest In a caustic deck-born diatribe From an eagle eye to a hundred lights In a midnight fret-less town. Through the hum of ill-transmission There was nothing but vibration And all my shooting stars appeared, Hell-bent to collide. So I thought around the neo-classicists With their inability to

catch_cry by ashriel, literature

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catch_cry

turn prodigal in return to the stand of mere mortal where air is scarce and breathing portentous to continuity dishes dockside have anchors ashore pacing piers for suitable steering where they rock in restlessness and hustle loosely for small change '…there the flake fry' and hallucinations dry pegged to the streamline that subsists through time laundering paltry - empathic by necessity 'where anglers desist…' evacuating consciousness brings reward in fleet-fuel flavours disguised for less than transitory passengers but nothing extenuates like the naked eye once removed from the socket and

Until Otherwise Stated by ashriel, literature

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Until Otherwise Stated

he speaks through his third eye about the power of I lush in the obtuse contraction of constantly half-noted detail intriguing? by no apparent definition he dictates buses postulates their travel in muted intervals of hatred something about headlights movement in streamline sequence and how the staring makes their glow a brilliant blue infinite as chalk-dust creations here this minute, gone the next with only the interminable threat of omnipresent revenue raisers lingering to perpetuate the fear but he likes the perspective the sharp edge of a razor bl

Derivative Deposits by ashriel, literature

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Derivative Deposits

they will derive consistency from the motion of lax drizzles, engaging moments with precision, never still. each peace a steam travel colliding fatelessly on a stolid amble amid lit trees begging for constance, begging for trespass, begging for tide... and you will be sometimes that disconnected line dotted, for meaning in some transitory time, aching for stability and a thinner crowd. because sometimes the silence of a louder shrill melts quicker than the pelt, stirring smooth enough to slip, slick downside the stair to where we meet in the foyer at the end of our d

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Australia
Deviant for 20 years
www.myspace.com/ashriel

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Current Residence: Oz
Favourite genre of music: Eclectic - Classical, Folk, Jazz, Alt/Rock
Favourite photographer: Brandt, Strand, Talbot... among others
Operating System: Ouija board
Skin of choice: Mine
Favourite cartoon character: Pooya :P
Personal Quote: !!NIECHT!!

Favourite Visual Artist

Dali, Magritte, O'Keeffe, Rodin etc

Favourite Movies

Amadeus, Brassed Off, Damsel in Distress, High Society

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tom Waits, Lindi Ortega, Anthony Halliday, Goldfrapp

Favourite Writers

Boyle, Croggon, Dransfield, Kroll

Favourite Games

Tiddliewinks

Tools of the Trade

lead, ink, parchment, 'puter

Other Interests

Umberage and a two-inch shard of glass

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ashriel

Feb 22, 2009

Oh...

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But the day is grey and I, herring-red in this dusty ashen air, am seeking light. [A(i)m light. Be light.] Merry existence, everyone! ~*ash...

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ashriel

Jun 2, 2008

The Year of the Double Scythe

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In moments overwrought air thickens, personalities dissolve, representations change. Those with shoulders will observe that weight cannot be quantified  it hovers; then subsides. Removed from it, we are made accountable to the lessons of our past  those with eyes see what those without may feel  and a path is laid. A lifetime of photographs ends at 5/4, but memory is not assessing which way the light may fall. In the lessons and the conversations certain words stand tall, but the legacy is in knowing that there was, and is, infinitely more. For Zollie (1930 - 2008) Because she said: Don't worry, Claire. You look like hi

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ashriel

Apr 22, 2008

Whethering

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Come hail, or shine. There are choices to be made and sills to wander out from. The horizon is as distant as the front pocket, but save a light for later  space changes and we adjust. If theres an I, its angling for a better line of vision; colour, or the illusion it possesses. Spectrum is less than tertiary now, still the wheel turns and we consider virtue in the merging of a fall.  

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allshadesofgrey

Mar 9, 2009

hey
what comment did you receive? I'm a bit scared now. o_O

Self-Intoxication

Jun 7, 2008

Tom Waits!

(you are an interesting writer.)

getbeneathmebird

May 5, 2008

i'd rather hide. seek, if you wish.

have you ever wished your eyes were blueberries?

over one year since a comment here? that's too long

somedrunkblackspoon

Jul 29, 2005

are you still laive =] ?
i happen to be curious.

derivablezero

Jun 25, 2005

yeah, i'm pretty sure that i should know you. all of the people currently on your page (most of them) are friends (kind of) of mine. so i should at least have recognized your username.