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st64 Aug 2013
take a chance
on .... the unlikely
and wake unto
deliverable posts
to magique


cyber dream to life
green grid illumines
when portal's engaged
in tele-heartbeats
well beyond sky-wishes

rise
go forward
think openly
touch the improbable


no holds barred
as con-tac-tix
spells
pure contact //
tactile pleasure
and
lively ... tactics*



S T, 14 August 2013
imagine a time ...when little is impossible.
st64 Jul 2013
in purple haze of reverie, the gentle visitor came
beckoning kindly…come, come to
our V I R I D I A N world* . . .


1.
On our cerulean sphere
You need have no query, nor fear
We open our non-gravity planet to guests
Even unlikely earthlings who pass the simplest flaxen-test.

2.
Much less needed, we bedaub
Our flavescent lava-vision, going beyond the orb
Mild kaleidoscopic fandango-swirls is our mossy cyan-matter
Triplet-hue colours felt only by the revered and well-known mad Hatter.

3.
To let you in on the cosmic-latte ripple
Our flowers range from acid-green to African purple
Blast-off bronze flora dance-blaze in  burnt sienna fields
Alabama crimson rocks and aureolin skies over anti-flash white seas.

4.
We confabul8 with deer, breezes, plumes
Such creatures roam free, for we do not consume
As slumber befalls us not, you wonder how we spend time
Frolic in universal peace; to welcome home stars as our rhyme.




you are so welcomed, celestial guest
Vortexiamus awaits
only
you




S T, 28 july 2013
A rare rhymed piece (with one deliber8 break :)
So much (time) lost … so much can be gained … in silent seeking.


Sub-entry: THE SEEKER – The Who

Writer: P. Townshend

I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They wanna shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad I cry
I've got values, but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at each other
And we don't know what to do

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrO4_nyamZs
st64 Jul 2013
the cost
of
'a post-strophe fee'
is a pouted heart
placed in parentheses

(yet still on that ledge:)



1.
like the tail of a kite
caught on a wire
or high branch of a tree
waiting to be eased off
and breezed out
free
it hangs upside down
seeing *'everything'

tipsy-style
as its force is slow-drained


2.
this apostrophe
is
the mere tail-end
of a dragon
(in a pit of exhaustion)
dragged in deepest-red ink
leaving an inimitable trail
with emphasis on sincerest care

brackets are just (two curves)
which jealously guard
all what lies inside
while giving so much
love in indivisible power-curls


3.
better to
let nature runs its course
of rivers flowing
and wild winds
while beetles walk on stones
yet
while trying to make a mark
with missives in the sand
the waves make sure
to wash them all away

best then
to let know
in this now
that some things never die
(it's enough for veracity to flap its weary wings)


4.
flee then
this finest core-duel likely
there's always..maybe
the next now

(all the previous
were not quite squandered
in cold flight
but unexpected loss)

and
no use hiding from one's (own) shadow
for kites will take off
and fly high
in the sun
where shadows have no place to hide





futile wondering
if it really
(has to)
spell
catastrophe

it does not





(it really does not :)



S T. Saturday. 27 July 2013
love gentle breezes.. spelling serenity and whispered kindness on its breathe while being the hopeful envoy of waxless love.




sub-entry:  'Fool To Cry'

Songwriters: Jagger, **** / Richards, Keith


When I come home baby
And I've been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say
Daddy, what's wrong?
I put my head on her shoulder
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?

Daddy, you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why.
st64 Jul 2013
such a powerful voice
thank heavens
he used it so well



1.
“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong.”
― John Lennon


2.
“I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people.”
― John Lennon


3.
“How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing?”
― John Lennon


4.
“We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...”
― John Lennon


5.
“I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it.
It's just getting out of one car, and into another”
― John Lennon


6.
“My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.”
― John Lennon


7.
“there's nothing you can do that can't be done.....”
― John Lennon


8.
“Time wounds all heels.”
―John Lennon


9.
“Love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep on watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.”
― John Lennon


10.
“We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practised in broad daylight.”
― John Lennon


11.
“People like me are aware of their so-called genius at ten, eight, nine. . . . I always wondered, ''Why has nobody discovered me?'' In school, didn't they see that I'm cleverer than anybody in this school? That the teachers are stupid, too? That all they had was information that I didn't need? I got ******' lost in being at high school. I used to say to me auntie:
''You throw my ******' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous, '' and she threw the ******* stuff out. I never forgave her for not treating me like a ******' genius or whatever I was, when I was a child. It was obvious to me. Why didn't they put me in art school? Why didn't they train me? Why would they keep forcing me to be a ******' cowboy like the rest of them?
I was different.
I was always different. Why didn't anybody notice me? A couple of teachers would notice me, encourage me to be something or other, to draw or to paint - express myself. But most of the time they were trying to beat me into being a ******' dentist or a teacher."
― John Lennon


12.
“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
― John Lennon


13.
“Love is the greatest refreshment in life.”
― John Lennon


14.
“I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.”
― John Lennon


15.
“I was feeling insecure you might not love me anymore”
― John Lennon


16.
“Nobody loves you when you're down and out.”
― John Lennon


17.
“You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.”
― John Lennon


18.
“Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping...”
― John Lennon


19.
“paranoia is just a heightened sense of awareness”
― John Lennon


20.
“Living is easy with eyes closed; misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.”
― John Lennon



john…forever*


S T, 26 July 2013
John Winston Ono Lennon, (9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980) was an English musician, singer and songwriter who rose to worldwide fame as a founder member of the Beatles.
Lennon revealed a rebellious nature and acerbic wit in his music, writing, drawings, on film and in interviews. Controversial through his political and peace activism, he moved to New York City in 1971; criticism of the Vietnam War.
In 1970, Lennon and Ono went through primal therapy with Dr. Arthur Janov in Los Angeles, California (designed to release emotional pain from early childhood).
"Mother", Lennon confronted his feelings of childhood rejection, and the Dylanesque "Working Class Hero", a bitter attack against the bourgeois social system.

In September 1980, Lennon commented about his family and his rebellious nature:
Part of me would like to be accepted by all facets of society and not be this loudmouthed lunatic poet/musician. But I cannot be what I am not ...
I was the one who all the other boys' parents—including Paul's father—would say, 'Keep away from him'... The parents instinctively recognised I was a troublemaker, meaning I did not conform and I would influence their children, which I did. I did my best to disrupt every friend's home ... Partly out of envy that I didn't have this so-called home ... but I did...
There were five women that were my family. Five strong, intelligent, beautiful women, five sisters. One happened to be my mother. [She] just couldn't deal with life. She was the youngest and she had a husband who ran away to sea and the war was on and she couldn't cope with me, and I ended up living with her elder sister. Now those women were fantastic ...
And that was my first feminist education ... I would infiltrate the other boys minds. I could say, "Parents are not gods because I don't live with mine and, therefore, I know.’


This is such an intensely beautiful song…hope ye enjoy this particular video….very uplifting!
It helps to see this level of inspiration.

Be blessed :)





Sub-entry :  Across The Universe – Lennon / McCartney


Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe

Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe

Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world x2

Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva om


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKtk3bK5yTk
st64 Jul 2013
soft blonde curls around you
like a halo
warmest smiles one could ever know
from the heart


You said in your elephant grass poem
“peace is less than me
and more than you
but we are almost free”

I find it hard to accept
such bright light snuffed out
so soon

May your light shine on
Sweet Masikani
Teej-light is sorely missed here



will see you
in the stars one day*



S T, 26 July 2013
I’m so deeply saddened by this news… I really wish it were not true.
(inside, I'm screaming\ no, no, nooooooo)

I will always miss you, teej…..always.
Shine on, bright star..

http://hellopoetry.com/-masikanicrocodile/




Ólafur Arnalds - And They Have Escaped The Weight Of Darkness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRrX80qdaTI&feature;=youtu.be
st64 Jul 2013
white birds fly out
ur sweet mouth
as
hesitation straddles
a deadly no-go zone


1.
The silhouette of a small child sitting atop a stone ledge
Slowly picking the butterfly wings off his *perfect eyes


I will follow your sunken steps in the soft snow
Lead(ing) the way


Eagle flies lone over lime-hued cemetery


2.
Hope to find a more quiet place
not to think
to breathe
to be

(personne n'est esclave)


to let go
some day
...



S T, 24 July 2013
Beautiful pictures flit over and over….over and over…endless…..like a wonderful, old projector movie-reel…..fast becomes seeming slow-mo….

Contemplating the meaning of speed...I guess it's all relative.





Sub-entry: ‘ONLY YESTERDAY’ - Carpenters
                    
Songwriters: CARPENTER, Richard Lynn / BETTIS, John


After long enough of being alone
Everyone must face their share of loneliness
In my own time nobody knew
The pain I was goin' through
And waitin' was all my heart could do

Hope was all I had until you came
Maybe you can't see how much you mean to me
You were the dawn breaking the night
The promise of morning light
Filling the world surrounding me

When I hold you
(*) Baby, Baby
Feels like maybe things will be all right
Baby, Baby
Your love's made me
Free as a song singin' forever

(**) Only yesterday when I was sad
And I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave
The past and all its tears behind me

Tomorrow may be even brighter than today
Since I threw my sadness away
Only Yesterday

I have found my home here in your arms
Nowhere else on earth I'd really rather be
Life waits for us
Share it with me

The best is about to be
So much is left for us to see
When I hold you.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evETS8_WFGE
st64 Jul 2013
slowu n f u r l i n gof

                                                        p e t
- a l s

unbiddenflow
enough
****shoegazing
warmbeamsofg e n t l e energy

sunstrikes **** into heart of dying tree
wake up half-dead entrails of prior will
gazenomore . . . upon these bankrupt eyes


p e t a l s
fall
                                                                ­                      heavy
and
drape real easy
over&..

all around



u*





S T, 23 JulesVerne 2013
ooh la la la, let’s go dancing!




sub-district:  whipped

like never b4
flaywideopen
strip away crack’d veneer of emotions
cut deep welts of
                               p l e a s u r e
run freely
sap of well-sowed trees into happily grooved
half-footed measures
cos the rousing sea is a very w i d e ocean

wild hot liquid-gold
fall on leagues of neverness

her waters brook little futility
just fkn swimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

twice  . . . already!
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