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
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
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.
Monday, 23 July 2012
Karde
The difference is you'd sit on the floor and Not a chair.
When it's loud, your silence carries
Fills the room.
It's everywhere
Six seconds past and it must feel weird
Things falling into place
While your falling out your hair
As the knuckles turn White
And the chorus singing loud
Clouds from above
Moving all the while, you sitting there
With your mind racing by, one picture after the next
And then A flickering distracts you those six seconds on
Deep Velvet curtains and apples flying
Don't you feel inverted?
Your only aware because it's pressing all around you.
Not only that you wont recognise your best friend.
Your aware. Oh your aware.
And bouncing seems to be all you can do untill the led hits you.
Starting from the legs up, not waves, no not waves.
Not as gentle as that.
She bites you, snaps
Bang, there's that popping sounds again.
You can feel it pumping inside you.
There it's gone again,
This zone requires no method of transport for thought
Now theyve grown wins, and can fight for themselves
However it doesn't seem to be a matter of thought,
The battle is fought through the medium of strange.
Glued back in place once the page has worn off.
So soft the air becomes...
the faces far less fast
Hands moving far more casual
Today won't be the last.
When it's loud, your silence carries
Fills the room.
It's everywhere
Six seconds past and it must feel weird
Things falling into place
While your falling out your hair
As the knuckles turn White
And the chorus singing loud
Clouds from above
Moving all the while, you sitting there
With your mind racing by, one picture after the next
And then A flickering distracts you those six seconds on
Deep Velvet curtains and apples flying
Don't you feel inverted?
Your only aware because it's pressing all around you.
Not only that you wont recognise your best friend.
Your aware. Oh your aware.
And bouncing seems to be all you can do untill the led hits you.
Starting from the legs up, not waves, no not waves.
Not as gentle as that.
She bites you, snaps
Bang, there's that popping sounds again.
You can feel it pumping inside you.
There it's gone again,
This zone requires no method of transport for thought
Now theyve grown wins, and can fight for themselves
However it doesn't seem to be a matter of thought,
The battle is fought through the medium of strange.
Glued back in place once the page has worn off.
So soft the air becomes...
the faces far less fast
Hands moving far more casual
Today won't be the last.
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