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 Jul 2013 Kam Yuks
Evynne
This is a tale of two lovers
The sun and the moon
They laughed by the day
And loved by the night

In tune
Always there
Meticulously and beautifully doing as they do
In perfect harmony
Each
An inspiration to the other
And even so
Falling more and more in love
Each day

For it was the sun who loved the moon so much
She died every night to let him glow
And it was the moon who loved the sun so much
He died every morning to let her breathe

So tell me
What do you think is more beautiful
The way the moon lets the sun shine
Throughout the day
Or how the sun lets the moon glimmer
At night
 Jul 2013 Kam Yuks
st64
slipped
 Jul 2013 Kam Yuks
st64
one slipped out
unobtrusively


now
instead of walking safely
on a globe
you're slipping
on that one marble...


so ...out of place*




S T, 7 July 2013
keep counting them marbles ...yeah, keep counting!
love looking at the patterns in marbles :)


oft, external things have a way of letting themselves in...uninvited

nothing like retreating into one's inner space....bubble of peace...where we sometimes just get to say: leave me the hell alone!





sub-entry: Fixing a Hole - Lennon / McCartney

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in a colourful way

And when my mind is wandering
There ....I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.



Written by John Winston Lennon, Paul James Mccartney





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 Jul 2013 Kam Yuks
Evynne
Sometimes I can't explain what I mean
A lot of the time actually
More like all of the time I think
So I guess people never really know what I'm talking about
But who's to say I don't either?
I can't explain what I mean
But when I think about it
If I could
I'm not quite sure I'd feel like it
So that is just how it is I guess
 Apr 2013 Kam Yuks
Meagan Castro
We fight to gain,
Betray, manipulate, coerce, and cause pain.
A shadowy dream lingers with the strongest weapon, hope.
Shining a light on the darkest hour, it persuades the poor helping to cope.
Condemn the masses to eternal submission without question,
Sign ourselves away to perish with an unequal portion.
Knowingly we adopted the vile, the ******, we neglectfully signed on the dotted line;
Willingly give our money, homes taking all they can find.
Digging our graves, camping bare, wilting away;
The royal transmit imperishable wealth to which they say.
95% still stand waiting to bat, while the privilege not even having to run the bases.
It is easy to steal and manipulate with authority without seeing the faces,
Of the people made to fail, functioning as your stepping stone to higher class,
Leaving the rest in the concentration camps of the working class.
Humanity is flawed with deception and greed,
Our society does not wash the hand that feeds.
 Mar 2013 Kam Yuks
Me
No matter how far
you can walk
no matter where you take your turn
nothing will show
upon this land
nothing will grow.

Burn all the waste
dig holes so deep
the ground breaks in upon itself
blow up the soil
so that the seep
comes up.

And in the end
you see-
you walk towards yourself:
a convex mirror hems
your field-
and as you try to flee
and as you try to shield your face-

it closes in upon you.
Urgh.....
 Mar 2013 Kam Yuks
Me
I Rest My Case
 Mar 2013 Kam Yuks
Me
How the laws of a change of perspective
sound so eloquent and intellectual -

and how their glasses
reflect the sunlight and seem
so ill-positioned here

so out of purpose -
though in line -
and out of use already

Close
your folders
your handbooks of modules and rules
put aside your cups of linguistic wisdom

Release
the trees from your far-reaching longsightedness
pull off the net:

Confess
that you are
as clever as we feel you were from the

beginning.

*And with a feeble smile I turned around
and looked at them
and said:

"If you don't get this now-
                       I rest my case"
 Mar 2013 Kam Yuks
st64
You're building up a palace
For the world to see
How great you are
But do they know how loud the echo
In your walls.... is outdone
By the echo in your soul?

All pretty things to fill your life
And make you feel so useful
But yet, your day is dark and grey
And you still feel so blue
Oh, the echo in your soul.


Refrain
Why don't you stop....
Why don't you-ooh stop?
And tend your heart
Oh, feed your mind
And fill up your soul, oh
With beauty that
Cannot..... be seen.


It's easier to see your faith by showing
But then you're stuck in a rut
You'd surely nev-er-er leave
Outdone by the echo in your soul
The echo in your life
The echo in your smile
Oh, the echo-oh.... in your words.

It's harder for you to totally live your truth
For, it's not how you LOOK, but HOW you look
Take off the trappings and reveal
And see who you really are
See what you really are
See what you have become!

And now you're feeling all alone in a crowded room
You try to sound intelligent yet make no sense
Your stilted humour is outdone
By the echo-oh....in your soul.




Star Toucher, 26 March 2013
Written such a long while back...just on observations...lol
Capo on 1.
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