Wax on, wax off;

Like a train-wreck waiting to happen.

All that latent animosity that is akin to sexual tension,

Why don’t you just get it on and have it out, off, done with, whatever!

My guile, your denial. My angst, your axe to grind.

What makes you so special anyway?

Who put you on a throne of metalised sentiment

Ready for the next sucker to come along and fill your over-worn shoes?

Did no one tell you the position wasn’t permanent?

Well I have news for you, you overrated pompous, languishing lizard

Anything I felt for you is now gone!

My respect for you has been rescinded, torn away by avaricious hands,

At the expense of my own emotional wallet; too late to disdain the concordance of an arbitrary contract.

Words are like sand in the wind; gritty and abrasive to the soul,

And worthy only of a barren land where no-one resides,

Save for the ecclesiastical brightness of the sun,

Raining fiery penance down on the already dry crusted earth.

I wanted there to be so much more between us, you and I

A beautiful yet torrid affair of the fallen in arms.

I got you, you got me. Then there was that spark,

So bright and full of vigour. Appearing from nowhere

It seemed. Did not expect it, was not looking for it.

It took me by surprise and pinned me against a virtual, imaginary

Yet solid wall. A hat to be worn like a crown, my angst your axe.

A vision of electrified, palpable desire across an ocean;

Across a cosmos of thinking that brought us together,

Whose tenuous link still harbours resolve, still charges me

Full with the defibrillating action of a lightning bolt, jolts me awake

In my sleep, in my waking moments as I pass the time being human.

But in between the distance grows and I move away,

Unsure and unwanting of this climatic change. Climactic change.

Take your throne, your prize of magnanimity. I don’t care,

My door is now closed. You may not enter. You cannot have my spark.

I grieve your loss though I never had you, you were an incidental accident.

Objective, divergent, passive, a-theist.

22 thoughts on “Wax on, Wax off

    1. Hehe! Thank you Devan πŸ™‚ I wanted to really get the emotion of the piece across as I felt it. Not sure I achieved that lol!
      It’s all an experiment. Thanks for reading and watching!

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        1. Ah it could have been better, if I’d had the time to memorise it and read it to camera like I heard it in my head. Maybe I’ll nail the next one.
          Thanks for listening and reading!
          Ish

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        2. I just a comment on your blog, but I’m probably in your spam folder – been frequenting that place a lot lately on everyone’s blogs!

          Thanks
          Ish

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  1. Wow! Excellent Ish and I just loved it! Reading it gave it so much more emotion and character. Well written and awesome video hon! πŸ˜€
    Thanks so much for the “cuppa” … hehehehe. So sweet of you to remember. πŸ˜€ *big hugs*

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    1. I think that would be a marvellous idea dearest Ark! I think everybody should have a go at a bit of video blogging, clear the skeletons (or mummies) out of the cupboard, best foot forward and all that. Let’s see you in the flesh, so to speak! πŸ™‚

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  2. Wow, this is amazing! I continuously listen to audiobooks which use actors etc to read them, you’re fantastic and brought all of the emotion and feeling out of the page! Its much better for me to hear you as i use a screenreader normally! I’d love you to keep up with the videos. πŸ™‚

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    1. Duly noted Steve, and thank you so much for taking the time to listen. I like the idea of doing more of these little recitals, it’s good fun, and as you say much more enjoyable for you. πŸ™‚

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