1. left eye is hopping fast for days now and time's but a fair damsel of delightful illusion how she taunts and teases you into sweet oblivion of wickedly sensual basking
she drugs you with deep charisma and struts at the doorway of your senses she clutches onto the tracks in your mind and claws deep into your ragged psyche that same old song playing over and over... ........over
2. see right through train's chassis rail sleepers spin vigorously backward in such frightful haste to get nowhere no-one knows the real speed of time out there.....
but for mere mortals it's leniently paced in adagio and parceled in mellowed excruciation as ants walk serene alongside the tracks
3. creep into chaotic patterns fall into hell through a secret back door even satan knows not of as perched as he is on his *oh-so lofty pile of ordure his blind heart sees not the strobed tracks of your visiting soul
4. take a syncopated shot up the arm from the foul fang of a kind sinner
while saints bathe in fat glory elsewhere
when you look again you lie alone in a corner room broken yet untethered
tracks to heaven so obscured by your paradoxical attempts at levity on the twisted playground of life's malady
5. how badly you tripped so many **** times you ....got in the way of your own remise
each time you fell you looked UP expecting help when all the while the answers lay at your feet:
[your own mistakes are authentic and real; you try to fox-tread out but trying to turn your back on a ***** called destiny - equals catastrophe personified oh, she WILL beckon you back with her crooked finger most kindly to ensure no overdue lessons wait too long.....]
the ants crawl on so slowly
S T, Wed 10 July 2013
can't expect no bread falling from the sky...lol
absolutely love Bach on the lute....with such a delicate and organic instrument, how can one possibly go wrong!
right? lol
right :)
sub-entry: "lutenist's ecstasy"
1. pear-shaped rebirth would that these twelve maple ribs bear traces of Adam's tapered fingertips
bandying calloused hours over triple rosettes protected in intricacy
2. may echoes of this love resound well and strong on ledged sympathetic strings
on an invisible bridge over water's surface currents travel on angel wings as notes of unambiguous clarity ring out and extend no rude clarion-calls