My ego is in charge,
But never in control,
Of those two other forces,
That call my head home.
Ones quite introverted
The other is simple just not.
And the me in-between
Remains, not forgot.
But Ignored by these two counter parts
Who pay the third no heed.
One interpretation of this will listen
And the other two won't.
because I'm just not a weed...
Friday 7 September 2012
Dove Love
One day a dove flew down to sit with blue birds upon a tree.
It sat in the middle of them all shining brilliantly.
The dove then followed the blue birds every were they might go,
the blue birds did not mind the extra company.
the blue birds began to circle where they flew,
same trees, same wires never anything new.
Same gates and houses.
And the dove followed along,
it knew no better, never sang its own song.
Until one day it saw another dove
atop a roof it had never seen
And so took wing to where the other dove sat, sat and was his queen
Sitting contently for some time the doves sat in silence,
apart from the rest.
Finally the other dove burst into motion a flew away suddenly.
Abandoned by the one who had been such inspiration
the dove blankly sat
for some time until the realisation occurred....
that much like herself the other dove had also discovered something new.
It sat in the middle of them all shining brilliantly.
The dove then followed the blue birds every were they might go,
the blue birds did not mind the extra company.
the blue birds began to circle where they flew,
same trees, same wires never anything new.
Same gates and houses.
And the dove followed along,
it knew no better, never sang its own song.
Until one day it saw another dove
atop a roof it had never seen
And so took wing to where the other dove sat, sat and was his queen
Sitting contently for some time the doves sat in silence,
apart from the rest.
Finally the other dove burst into motion a flew away suddenly.
Abandoned by the one who had been such inspiration
the dove blankly sat
for some time until the realisation occurred....
that much like herself the other dove had also discovered something new.
Thump Thump
Thump thump,
Tingling arms and thriving wrists.
At night, the ringing begins.
Thump thump,
A squeaking noise is heard
And the knot ties a little tighter tonight.
Thump thump,
Suddenly curled up In a ball.
Another sleepless dream.
Thump thump,
The seconds are now hours.
Nothing changes the fact there is no break in down stairs.
Thump thump
The darkness rises
veins cry out in agony.
Until it slips, an dark turns into light.
Thump thump,
Thump, thump
Thump. Thump.
Tingling arms and thriving wrists.
At night, the ringing begins.
Thump thump,
A squeaking noise is heard
And the knot ties a little tighter tonight.
Thump thump,
Suddenly curled up In a ball.
Another sleepless dream.
Thump thump,
The seconds are now hours.
Nothing changes the fact there is no break in down stairs.
Thump thump
The darkness rises
veins cry out in agony.
Until it slips, an dark turns into light.
Thump thump,
Thump, thump
Thump. Thump.
Charlie
Charlie and the Irish man came to my house
arriving and asking for music,
So we sat and played for some time.
Until Charlie left
arriving and asking for music,
So we sat and played for some time.
Until Charlie left
Phenylalanine
Walk on past the old street,
Beyond the stone courtyard,
The road eroding quietly
Becomes my daily path.
Couches, floors an sleeping mats
Make my bed tonight,
A different place a different light,
For my eyes to close to,
Complete me with the serenade,
Voices from the box,
Lights flash from front,
and then from back,
Until my head is off
Phones begin to speak to me,
from within the machine.
Who's at what end of what line,
which line do you defend.
With time I'll try and send again,
but noises stop the feed.
The message stops when winds on top.
Which line do you defend.
Beyond the stone courtyard,
The road eroding quietly
Becomes my daily path.
Couches, floors an sleeping mats
Make my bed tonight,
A different place a different light,
For my eyes to close to,
Complete me with the serenade,
Voices from the box,
Lights flash from front,
and then from back,
Until my head is off
Phones begin to speak to me,
from within the machine.
Who's at what end of what line,
which line do you defend.
With time I'll try and send again,
but noises stop the feed.
The message stops when winds on top.
Which line do you defend.
Confushan
Know thyself
Go placidly and with grace.
Follow footsteps of those
Chosen to be admired with great self assurance and determination.
Do not fall to the pressure of those few who would mis lead you.
Take upon your self only the task of self respect and the rest will surly come with ease.
Develop ones self a personal level of maturity and thoroughly linger there until fully assured of your own readiness to step into the circle beyond.
The maker only knows how many circles must be crossed.
Upon the final crossing ,the monsters beneath sleep will be relieved, purged from the physical.
Prana lies an open pool, black where blackness once was.
Know thyself, for thyself
And not readily buy advice from those who would talk a tell tale temptation
Go placidly and with grace.
Follow footsteps of those
Chosen to be admired with great self assurance and determination.
Do not fall to the pressure of those few who would mis lead you.
Take upon your self only the task of self respect and the rest will surly come with ease.
Develop ones self a personal level of maturity and thoroughly linger there until fully assured of your own readiness to step into the circle beyond.
The maker only knows how many circles must be crossed.
Upon the final crossing ,the monsters beneath sleep will be relieved, purged from the physical.
Prana lies an open pool, black where blackness once was.
Know thyself, for thyself
And not readily buy advice from those who would talk a tell tale temptation
Honest to God
I could say any number of extra ordinary things,
Like my heart yearns for her.
But in truth I am in pain for the memory,
the weight of "what if" forcing down behind each hammer blow.
I don't expect you to relate,
But I want you to understand
That these feelings are not a reflection on my compassion or adoration.
They are twinned double with regret And immeasurable cowardice.
No my heart does not yearn,
It weeps
Like my heart yearns for her.
But in truth I am in pain for the memory,
the weight of "what if" forcing down behind each hammer blow.
I don't expect you to relate,
But I want you to understand
That these feelings are not a reflection on my compassion or adoration.
They are twinned double with regret And immeasurable cowardice.
No my heart does not yearn,
It weeps
The Fine Line Of The Knife's Edge
What if behind every action,
behind every decision,
behind anything you ever chose between,
There was a reason?
A reason you haven't noticed yet.
Your clueless beside the fact that you think it's been yours the whole time.
And now, every so often you think about it, you think about it for more than a moment.
And it all makes sense.
You keep secrets even from yourself.
Truths your head keeps far away from your tongue... Lest they fall out and betray you.
Living in the fear of truth,
We live our lives in The Effort of keeping balance.
A balance that exists only because of the things we don't allow our selves to say.
Belief is a matter of which side you stand on.
The left or the right.
Same sides, two different coins.
Two ideas, one resolution.
One resolution, truth.
behind every decision,
behind anything you ever chose between,
There was a reason?
A reason you haven't noticed yet.
Your clueless beside the fact that you think it's been yours the whole time.
And now, every so often you think about it, you think about it for more than a moment.
And it all makes sense.
You keep secrets even from yourself.
Truths your head keeps far away from your tongue... Lest they fall out and betray you.
Living in the fear of truth,
We live our lives in The Effort of keeping balance.
A balance that exists only because of the things we don't allow our selves to say.
Belief is a matter of which side you stand on.
The left or the right.
Same sides, two different coins.
Two ideas, one resolution.
One resolution, truth.
131.3462 FRE
Did I ever ask you what you think about most?
I can't have, because I can't think of the answer.
And 20 years in seems like a fine time to start,
Once the decisions been made and were miles apart.
But all is not lost,
no
all is not lost.
I've come across this sentiment, of a memory.
But all is not lost,
no
all is not lost
I've got this remnant of a memory to hold onto,
and how you sang that song.
Oh our breathing was the same back then,
now its so far out
So I'll drive away,
And slam my fist into the wheel,
As I cannot stop the rain .
But I was glad for it, you see, because it made it all just ...better.
And even though we ended up apart,
it seems the memory is much better,
It's much better this way.
because if we were ever together,
we ran the risk of ending up apart
so that little part of you in me,
Would have used up all it's spark
... and then died out.
I can't have, because I can't think of the answer.
And 20 years in seems like a fine time to start,
Once the decisions been made and were miles apart.
But all is not lost,
no
all is not lost.
I've come across this sentiment, of a memory.
But all is not lost,
no
all is not lost
I've got this remnant of a memory to hold onto,
and how you sang that song.
Oh our breathing was the same back then,
now its so far out
So I'll drive away,
And slam my fist into the wheel,
As I cannot stop the rain .
But I was glad for it, you see, because it made it all just ...better.
And even though we ended up apart,
it seems the memory is much better,
It's much better this way.
because if we were ever together,
we ran the risk of ending up apart
so that little part of you in me,
Would have used up all it's spark
... and then died out.
Scooble dooble poodle pop
Scooble dooble poodle pop
Poodle scooble dooble dop
To bubbling saucepans etc
Poodle scooble dooble dop
To bubbling saucepans etc
Little Dr.
Seconds drip. Minutes sigh.
The months rush past, the years fly by.
That Ticking, that Tocking
will send you down knocking,
running and crawling and flying back home.
Eyes blurring, speech slurring
your mind can bend, while swirling and whirling
all to the beat of your chain metronome.
A river in work enjoys the bonds that rust,
Find a flow while you labor
you too can dream of dust.
The months rush past, the years fly by.
That Ticking, that Tocking
will send you down knocking,
running and crawling and flying back home.
Eyes blurring, speech slurring
your mind can bend, while swirling and whirling
all to the beat of your chain metronome.
A river in work enjoys the bonds that rust,
Find a flow while you labor
you too can dream of dust.
Wednesday 5 September 2012
TGOFMS
It's always the hair I see.
Flashing the colour it was,
The style that I remember.
Or the gold of elephants and turtles.
Para phrased in a memory,
A fifth of an experience.
Shadowing completely what came before or after.
Three moments are all that can be counted.
The gift of the moon song sings on.
Flashing the colour it was,
The style that I remember.
Or the gold of elephants and turtles.
Para phrased in a memory,
A fifth of an experience.
Shadowing completely what came before or after.
Three moments are all that can be counted.
The gift of the moon song sings on.
DnA
Dying on a plane can't be that bad.
As you'd see the clouds pave your way.
Blanketing across the land, White rolls over turning a steady pink orange as you drift toward the horizon.
No dying in a plane crash can't be to bad.
Because you get to fall through the clouds before you hit the ground.
As you'd see the clouds pave your way.
Blanketing across the land, White rolls over turning a steady pink orange as you drift toward the horizon.
No dying in a plane crash can't be to bad.
Because you get to fall through the clouds before you hit the ground.
That Scarab Question
Mary saw an advert for far more supple feet.
Beside the fact that Hobbits were disgraced,
she still decided to buy it.
Years later and Mary is running from the scarabs.
Her shoes have fallen of.
Through years of un-use her soft feet could not keep out the rocks.
So one got stuck in,
She stumbles and falls.
Engulfed by bugs she sees the error of her ways.
But its not much consolation
Beside the fact that Hobbits were disgraced,
she still decided to buy it.
Years later and Mary is running from the scarabs.
Her shoes have fallen of.
Through years of un-use her soft feet could not keep out the rocks.
So one got stuck in,
She stumbles and falls.
Engulfed by bugs she sees the error of her ways.
But its not much consolation
I Will Try
I will try is deceptive
I will try, implies a tendency to resign.
I will try might mean anything.
I will try is a lie that both the dealer will feel and the ears will hear.
I will try is whiteness in the absence of colour.
I will try becomes vibration through solids.
I will try, defines the line that I have drawn consciously
I will try is a gold bar to a rich man.
I will do.
Is you will do.
Implications of trying aside.
I will try, implies a tendency to resign.
I will try might mean anything.
I will try is a lie that both the dealer will feel and the ears will hear.
I will try is whiteness in the absence of colour.
I will try becomes vibration through solids.
I will try, defines the line that I have drawn consciously
I will try is a gold bar to a rich man.
I will do.
Is you will do.
Implications of trying aside.
Me Kitchen
Swipe wipe,
line grime slime
Sweep feet line
Dust rust polish
Taps and matches
Sinks cans
Seats, feet
Dusk feet
Line slime sink drink
Mop top
Granite, spray, day
Time,
Grime slime
Feet, week
Seek, clean.
Clean, dream
Sing, swing
Feet dance,
Clean dream
Sweep feet
Line? Fine.
I clean a mean kitchen...
line grime slime
Sweep feet line
Dust rust polish
Taps and matches
Sinks cans
Seats, feet
Dusk feet
Line slime sink drink
Mop top
Granite, spray, day
Time,
Grime slime
Feet, week
Seek, clean.
Clean, dream
Sing, swing
Feet dance,
Clean dream
Sweep feet
Line? Fine.
I clean a mean kitchen...
Tomato Soup with Pepper
What if the universe keeps twisting on itself?
Like tomato soup with pepper in it,
Giving of the illusion of expansion from within.
Like tomato soup with pepper in it,
Giving of the illusion of expansion from within.
And When Was This?
Theres only so many things you can say in a room
Nine of us round the bed and proud all with eyes as wide as saucers
Blurring away means I can't concentrate on what I want
Nine of us round the bed and proud all with eyes as wide as saucers
Blurring away means I can't concentrate on what I want
Marl Lane
Am I?
I!
A child of mediocrity
And sound upbringing,
Doomed to a life of normality?
It would appear so,
the more I see of our heroes today.
All those who are admired,
Take admiration as atonement for their childhood.
Or is this one if those absurd points of view.
Because one has no memory stock with which to write of experience from, does not mean it would be fruitless to try.
Although saying this appears redundant when you review your own portfolio.
Why are the happy more often than not famous?
Why do we want fame?
Or is it just so? I cannot imagine so.
The price of fame seems to be retrospective pain, whilst innocent, more often than not leading to proactive choices of moral disrepute.
Should we be searching for sadness that leads to eventual peace?
Perhaps we should be more content, knowing that everything that they have that we do not,
and should be thankful for it.
I!
A child of mediocrity
And sound upbringing,
Doomed to a life of normality?
It would appear so,
the more I see of our heroes today.
All those who are admired,
Take admiration as atonement for their childhood.
Or is this one if those absurd points of view.
Because one has no memory stock with which to write of experience from, does not mean it would be fruitless to try.
Although saying this appears redundant when you review your own portfolio.
Why are the happy more often than not famous?
Why do we want fame?
Or is it just so? I cannot imagine so.
The price of fame seems to be retrospective pain, whilst innocent, more often than not leading to proactive choices of moral disrepute.
Should we be searching for sadness that leads to eventual peace?
Perhaps we should be more content, knowing that everything that they have that we do not,
and should be thankful for it.
That Kit Kat Place
Implied by the stretch of time,
Figures of eight push through the centre.
Only to end up back at their beginnings.
Vicious cycles, circles included
Peruse through and attempt to collect the golden winnings.
A lie through the looking glass could surely be the truth,
You'll be needing that suit of Armour if your living underneath a glass roof
Built up, but "purely psychosomatic".
To keep rebels in their place, click click it's automatic
With an Interplanetary consensus,
Within the stretch of time, it lies dormant for century's lying just out of sight.
Luring sailors away, sunrising sirens scream/sing their song.
One lung breath and your will will be long gone.
"it's just so pretty!"
But don't go into the light,
it's the ever seeing eye
With the gift of third sight.
With rivals the ocular with stethoscopes touched to ground
The proud father will weep while his ears hear that sound,
String pluck 123, 4 5 6 7,
Eadgbe F you need those grades so take the test,
but you can only make a mess of things,
And theres nothing you can do to stop it past countdown,
Tee minus rocket stop start times the sound
Times however many decibels,
Gears Grinding Down.
And while giving birth just feels incredible
It's the noise that you'll most likely hear.
Like that silence that's been coming on
Your ears have been waiting to hear for 6 whole years.
Leaves you free to see that while the other senses rest,
With your mouth locked shut your ears can freely invest,
In the free things in life that people seem to forget.
Board games and walking,
Those things we like best.
Figures of eight push through the centre.
Only to end up back at their beginnings.
Vicious cycles, circles included
Peruse through and attempt to collect the golden winnings.
A lie through the looking glass could surely be the truth,
You'll be needing that suit of Armour if your living underneath a glass roof
Built up, but "purely psychosomatic".
To keep rebels in their place, click click it's automatic
With an Interplanetary consensus,
Within the stretch of time, it lies dormant for century's lying just out of sight.
Luring sailors away, sunrising sirens scream/sing their song.
One lung breath and your will will be long gone.
"it's just so pretty!"
But don't go into the light,
it's the ever seeing eye
With the gift of third sight.
With rivals the ocular with stethoscopes touched to ground
The proud father will weep while his ears hear that sound,
String pluck 123, 4 5 6 7,
Eadgbe F you need those grades so take the test,
but you can only make a mess of things,
And theres nothing you can do to stop it past countdown,
Tee minus rocket stop start times the sound
Times however many decibels,
Gears Grinding Down.
And while giving birth just feels incredible
It's the noise that you'll most likely hear.
Like that silence that's been coming on
Your ears have been waiting to hear for 6 whole years.
Leaves you free to see that while the other senses rest,
With your mouth locked shut your ears can freely invest,
In the free things in life that people seem to forget.
Board games and walking,
Those things we like best.
The Cat Police
Pick apart the seconds
Dissect select legends and myths
of some form of mathematical equilibrium
Friends follow yellow squabbles
To raw, Euripides fall tactics
In Athens writing on athletic licks
And, kick the hollow head back!
Swallowed by the vacuum pressure container
that lesser men created out of candles blown out but belated
Ands it's of paramount mountain importance,
peculiar portals lead on down the rabbit hole!
Now which pill do you take, take the blue you take the red,
each ones a mistake. Mistaken!
Lost and alone, a land long lost, long lost and alone.
Buried under 10 thousand ocean liners,
reverse diamonds all we've got left is coal,
which Santa clause now can shift from his slay,
he stops making toys the second parents look the other way and,
We all gotta start somewhere to please
like my friend Louise, I scan past and see her pass the easel with ease.
Flick of paint here and a flick of ink there.
Woman after woman like Joslyn with stars in their hair!
And it's not fair to cry wolf when there's a leopard on your porch,
Morphine justice and porcelain cabinets fall all along the black Brick wall
washing up across and along the southern south shore.
Abhorred consequence that smack of the inevitable score,
while Timone puts up with Pumba even though he's a bore,
Ahh and your a sight for sore eyes,
sky high and filled to the top with some indefinite lies,
hiding your skin and leaving it there.
tied together tied up in 16 knots living in a land. A land that time seems to have forgot.
Not very central and not much in the way of land marks.
Unlike any other town though,
We've got cat police.
Dissect select legends and myths
of some form of mathematical equilibrium
Friends follow yellow squabbles
To raw, Euripides fall tactics
In Athens writing on athletic licks
And, kick the hollow head back!
Swallowed by the vacuum pressure container
that lesser men created out of candles blown out but belated
Ands it's of paramount mountain importance,
peculiar portals lead on down the rabbit hole!
Now which pill do you take, take the blue you take the red,
each ones a mistake. Mistaken!
Lost and alone, a land long lost, long lost and alone.
Buried under 10 thousand ocean liners,
reverse diamonds all we've got left is coal,
which Santa clause now can shift from his slay,
he stops making toys the second parents look the other way and,
We all gotta start somewhere to please
like my friend Louise, I scan past and see her pass the easel with ease.
Flick of paint here and a flick of ink there.
Woman after woman like Joslyn with stars in their hair!
And it's not fair to cry wolf when there's a leopard on your porch,
Morphine justice and porcelain cabinets fall all along the black Brick wall
washing up across and along the southern south shore.
Abhorred consequence that smack of the inevitable score,
while Timone puts up with Pumba even though he's a bore,
Ahh and your a sight for sore eyes,
sky high and filled to the top with some indefinite lies,
hiding your skin and leaving it there.
tied together tied up in 16 knots living in a land. A land that time seems to have forgot.
Not very central and not much in the way of land marks.
Unlike any other town though,
We've got cat police.
Flight Number ******32
Now. If you lie down in an airport terminal,
You're gonna get some weird looks.
People will stare at you,
Peeking over the brim of their books.
Pretty girls pass every so often,
And as the next one flies by the last ones forgotten.
Then again the airport is not exactly a place for romance,
Despite the popular belief.
The clues in the title, it has to be somewhere.
They're traveling elsewhere!
...Thats why.
Thats my reason to hesitate,
Not some fissure where Carnegie once was.
"Gate number eight, last calls for..."
Best not be late whilst caught in thought of finding a mate.
Flights delayed!
Well thats just ....!
You're gonna get some weird looks.
People will stare at you,
Peeking over the brim of their books.
Pretty girls pass every so often,
And as the next one flies by the last ones forgotten.
Then again the airport is not exactly a place for romance,
Despite the popular belief.
The clues in the title, it has to be somewhere.
They're traveling elsewhere!
...Thats why.
Thats my reason to hesitate,
Not some fissure where Carnegie once was.
"Gate number eight, last calls for..."
Best not be late whilst caught in thought of finding a mate.
Flights delayed!
Well thats just ....!
Free Trait Psychology
They say life is a game, right?
So you should act though it is then i suppose.
Take the one best thing about another player,
then add them together and slowly become that.
Theres no shame to it
Its just an adaption technique.
So you should act though it is then i suppose.
Take the one best thing about another player,
then add them together and slowly become that.
Theres no shame to it
Its just an adaption technique.
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