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st64 Jun 2013
fool-proof umbrella
covering protégé
adorning brilliance

no purple moments
folly forgotten
iniquity barred
fountain-pen spills
in lampblack Indian ink
when letting go
rose bush on fire
in the mountain
claims
rock-hard granite
heat melting
higher meeting..so fleeting

concluding well
deep
sans senses
catch scent
wrapped in sound
sudden arrival
rivers flow yet endless

such relief exquisite
still
not quite
fruition
not yet..

four leaves wait
count a quarter
at a time
yet fretless time
caught in veins
of
chlorophyll dreams

time to fill
maturation
to come..

to plant seeds
into blazing buds
just
not yet..



S T,  13 June  2013
I'm singing in the rain
I'm singing in the rain...

tra la la...

:)

thank heavens for photosynthesis

real good things take time to grow, to ripen...with sunshine, rain et al..

growing, growing, growing . . .
st64 Jun 2013
peace
please



private property..
intruder hurtled over
seeking who knows what
screaming obscenities

perfect pitch..
find little solace
but by going within
hide well beneath veneers

possible perfection..
but with one
so* very far away
loss near calamitous

pardon presumption..
get over discomfort
pick up sad face
work with it

passable poetry..
may reveal a layer or two
if the inner eye ready
shove preconceived away

puerile pretence..
try to prove points
only to efface the truth
lose bits of the light

petty prisons..
all just deadly excuses against living
get locked in by the self
unlock the cell, throw key away

please..
peace




S T, 12 June 2013
when we expect nothing, we won't be disappointed :)
st64 Jun 2013
stripes and spots can change..
growling inside

teasing a cat in a cage
even a small big cat
can prove a pretty hazardous thing

wait till it's free....


S T, 12 June 2013
:)
st64 Jun 2013
how he loved his sweetheart queen
she always wore the silver bracelet
he gave when she turned sixteen
now their kids are growing; how time has flit



10 a.m.

Eyes opening, sun comes streaming through the windows. It's so late!

I rise, feel so groggy....what's this weighty load on me...?
I've been sleeping, yet feel profoundly *weary
.
Where is everyone?
"Muriel...?"
I get to the bathroom to wash and shave.

My wife appears at the door, "Honey, where have you been? Oh, we haven't seen you in so long... Welcome back! Come down for tea, dahling."
She pours a glittering smile and reaches up to touch my cheek with the back of her left hand, fingernails painted deep red...her nuptial rings still a dazzle after so many years...but she....
"Alright, dahling?"
"Y-yes, dear."

She had never called me darling...or even dahling....before...!
Huh?
And off she goes, to the kitchen.
Welcome back?? did she say?? And her eyes were shining so bright...
Wait a minute....just  hold on ....what....??
I shake my head, unable to toss some heavy feeling....a dense cloud in my head.



10:30 a.m.

Now I'm dressed and freshened up, I head down.

Feeling better, I see my warmhearted and humorous son at the pine dinette table.
I smile warmly as he turns to look up...I remember the promise that we'd go fishing this weekend.
"Hey, budd....."
I reach over to touch his hair, but he flinches away..!

"Who's this, Mom?" Kyle demands hotly.
My wife gives a bright smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes and says: "Now, Kyle....behave. It's Daddy.."
"Oh, he's just .....tired, ok."

She waltzes over and politely hands me a steaming mug.
What in the name of....???
Over the cloud of coffee, I watch them all.
Little Jenny, but my jolly toddler...now on her mother's hip...watches with wary eyes and reaches out to scratch me, her pacifier hanging from a blue ribbon, like a noose from her 'happy-smiles' bib.

"But Mom, he's been away so long...for years and..."
I hear him whispering sullen and lizard-like, to his mother....but he's hissed into silence.

What in the heck....?
"Now, children," Muriel says patiently, "go play out in the yard..."

Oh, I'm feeling so frazzled!



11:00 a.m.

I decide I've had enough.

My wife is at the sink, thickly busy rinsing cups and plates; she smiles sweetly, humming.
She never did like doing dishes....
Now there she stands, looking all coiffed and made-up, hopelessly incongruous...

I shake my head; thoughts roll and collide, like mysterious marbles across my mind-floor...
Kyle watches me hostile, from the garden...arms folded defiantly across his chest.
Jenny's on her tricycle, red as a fire-engine.....eyes blankly staring, bent on crisscrossing her scalene triangle trip.

I turn to ask: "Muriel, where's your bracelet, dear? You always have it on."
"Oh, dahling...don't you worry. It's upstairs on the dresser."

And yet.....I was there earlier whilst dressing, and I didn't see it!

Baffled, I step out to the kids.
I prune the bougainvillea and then rake some leaves. Hairs stand up on the back of my neck....
It feels as if I'm being watched...when I look up to see, they are all quickly resume their activities.
Muriel just keeps on that shiny smile for me.


11:30 a.m.

This is it.

As I rake, some leaves make way for a clearing in the yard.
Bending down to scoop some up, a shiny reflection catches my eye...there's the silver bracelet with that beautiful twist of blue as gemstones.
What was it doing here...?

Still pondering, I see my wife's head **** up from the kitchen window...lips curling back...oh, no smile this time...body looking too *****...eyes like saucers, way, way too interested.....

I look down again...move some more leaves.....a curled hand....But it looks like ......

I recognise my Muriel's hand, her clear and pushed-backed-cuticle fingernails....her arm..her face....but.....
she's here.....!!

What the.....??

I turn round slowly to look.....only..... too slowly.....







how I loved my sweetheart Muriel
who always wore her silver bracelet
with that beautiful
twist of blue




S T, 11 June 2013
Partly inspired by movie 'Haunting in Salem'...just some ****** film I couldn't finish....lol
Dozed off and wrote this thing, instead :)


sub-entry: none
st64 Jun 2013
Thank you for your help, however hard it was
All your unkind words only serve to help me on my path.

"You make me sick," simply puts me on my way
This 'new' you was meant to free you, to stand up to the world.

But now you're trying out your armour on the one
Who's not your enemy!

You want to reclaim your power, you said,
"No more ******* weakling."

But at the heart of your tirade, you neglected to check one fact:
It's you yourself who gave away your own power.
Yes, it's you yourself who gave away YOUR own power!

So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....

Well, you're going to hurt someone and it may just be yourself
You think that by gaining these pieces of yourself, it empowers.

You're simply becoming a stranger now
Perhaps it's what you wanted.... all along.

Given that Fate threw us together like that
Now you seek us out less and less.

Yet you said you liked me enough to keep me
And endure and be patient. Well, not so anymore!

I think I've expired whatever my purpose was
Now I feel quite empty on our vast terrain; too wide.

You tell me to feel your tears course down your cheeks
Well, would you still cradle my face now, or no more?

You must have wanted to do it long ago
You just couldn't hide it, couldn't stop it.

I sensed it in your restlessness
But fret not, dear. I understand and accept.

Oh, I accept that you have pain
I'll take it with my own and receive whatever is given.

I hope you find your happiness where you seek it
And yes, I'll touch your tears as they stream down your life.....

So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....



S T, monday 10 June 2013
Written long ago.

Good song: "When God made me"...checking out even the lyrics alone is worthy of effort.




sub-entry:

'child-spirit'

1.
there, where you are now
is where you live

there, where you were
is where you used to be
the place you grew up..

2.
crossing the threshold of that house
with eyes closed
and put out hands to feel
the air around the spaces
where you used to hide..

touch the banister of the winding staircase
now coated in dust
and hear the laughter tinkling far-off

3.
..see the child-spirit, with closed eyes
shadows on the walls, creeping alongside

..feel the whizz of a singing buckle flying through the air
and the initial stinging thwack; sink into flesh

..smell the fear and singed plastic curtain
and the ....the accident on the two-plate stove

..tell your teacher and your friends at school
how you tripped and fell
leaving that **** upon your forehead
yes, laugh with them, tell them
how silly of you, not to watch your step

..hear the silent cries beneath the stairwell
and the footsteps and the hushes

..touch the heart of the child-spirit
who yearns for healing still.

4.
one day, may come kindred spirit
to join hands with you

fear no more, dear child
please, take my hand :)
let us away.
st64 Jun 2013
...would you let me..please??



S T, 8 June 2013
just some (random?) thought patterns on this rather wet saturnday...or is it a case of much ado...







sub-entry:

'saturnalia'


do let's be merry, friend
..cos i'm kinda
in the mood for a touch of saturnalia..

banish all things moody
feel some heat
l'eau chaude

let's make that hay useful
while the sun shines
here, on this platform
or wherever....

no forever
just this moment
to discover at once
what works and not
take the next step
up

pure definition
of a tinkling bell
triggering for an instant
an inkling of truth
or ...make-believe

who goes there
none but me
fool

so
bring out the jolly sun
turn up the good rays
paste on that fabulous smile
dose up the feel-goodys
pour over some happy-juice
add a twist of lime, too (always)
and now
open your mouth


never averse to a little hay
in the hair.
st64 Jun 2013
I died before I was born
And I cried when you slipped away....

Chorus:
We didn't know it, but we felt it
We didn't know, yet we felt it
We didn't know it, then we felt it
And when we felt it, then we knew
Oh, we knew
Yes, we knew....

Let's slip outta this time, back into the collective
Let's slip outta this time, back into the colle-ective!

So long ago, together in the nebulae
Had we passed each other then, bonding in spirit?
'Cause I felt myself dying, when you were born
When you slipped out of the conscious collective.....into the human race.

Refrain:
Here, where there's no time, but when it came
There came the wait...oh, and the weight
For, in slipping out of the collective, distracting the soul
You slipped away from me, till we met again.

And so, we're no longer out of the collective....


S T, 6 June 2013
Written so long ago.

Inspired partly by "A Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley...and The Outer Limits.

I enjoy reading and movies, sci-fi and overcoming improbability ..... amongst other things :)


sub-entry:

'no poet'

yes, no poet stands here in this place
just a tryer, passing off colourful words
into sepia images
no longer feeling so desperate to prove
oh, it really matters no more...

..no poet stands here
upon the appointed hour, bird flies
like a built-in metronome abides
the call to destiny is made...

stepping out yet still there
alone now, the breeze now opens
felt is...an unbroken flow

come, please .....take me hand

:)
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