st64: Poems

Jun 2013 · 1.5k

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

:)

Jun 2013 · 5.2k

Twist of Blue

st64 Jun 2013

Twist of Blue

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

Jun 2013 · 1.2k

Thank you, I think

st64 Jun 2013

Thank you, I think

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.

Jun 2013 · 1.2k

thoughts on pluvial osculation.. (5 words)

st64 Jun 2013

thoughts on pluvial osculation.. (5 words)

...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.

Jun 2013 · 1.0k

Out of the Collective

st64 Jun 2013

Out of the Collective

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

:)

Jun 2013 · 1.1k

Bitten so bad ....

st64 Jun 2013

Bitten so bad ....

Thought I could venture back
just up the road.

But alas! found to my surprise
falling off my bike...

I ended up being bitten so bad
by so a small dog!

S T, 07 June 2013

Just a bit of a nightmare, I guess lol

No, really!

sub-entry:

'what dreams come...'

strange other-world, this
many a wondrous thing.

fall upon accidental stuff
emotion by adventure.

then fall so very deep
what dreams come....

but you don't understand
this is very happenable!

Jun 2013 · 2.0k

Winter Sculpture

st64 Jun 2013

Winter Sculpture

icy particles
deep in the snow
flurry of rain
gusts of wind

to me
you are so beautiful

1.
Deep beneath the tiers of rock
He found within the earth's cavity
A substance akin to wax
Collected enough to carry armloads
And *protected it from sun.

2.
Once outside again
With feet upon the ground
He set to work so feverish
And sculpted a humanoid shape
This figure unknown to him
Yet, guided by some unseen force
The dimensions became distinct.

3.
Once done, he sat back to look
And nearly recoiled in shock
He thought he almost recognised something
But it just couldn't be
It just could the hell not be!

4.
He reached forward to make sure he felt it
Sudden presentiment untimely
and with thoughts assailed
He reached forward to touch
But it appeared he was afraid....

5.
When he touched its ***** gingerly
He found he couldn't let go
Then, he felt the winter sculpture gain a presence
Which had but been there all along!

6.
It seemed to be eclipsing his mind
And it felt so delicious
He felt the fingers of its thoughts
Pressing into him
Digging hard
Exploring all his patterns...
Making such strong and heady waves
And leaving him stunned and reeling!
Ideas turning into windmills, racing on
It touched his lost dreams, assuaged his fears
Made him realise so many things....

7.
What was this?
What is happening?
A figure twisted out of wax
Having such sudden control?
Yet, he was afeared that it would melt
So he kept it close to cold
Making sure no-one ever saw it
Nor even touched it.

8.
Months rolled by and he discovered
More life-like features on this thing
And when, the winter rolled to a close
He fretted so much and wrung his hands
Concerned for its survival.

9.
Yet what he failed to see
Was this mere figment of wish...
A kaleidoscopic fragment of himself
Projecting so powerfully.
He was often restless afore
Without really understanding why.

And with this 'new' presence
Helping him see what he needed all along
He found some release in toppling from reign: old, deep struggle.

10.
Snows melted and rain stopped
Sunrays still tame and people came
Icicles on the eaves dripped, like tears.
He dreaded the fierce rays would blister
All this hard, deserving work.

Yet, he always willing let things go before
He wouldn't let this go.
He couldn't.
So, he battled rather valiantly to save it
Yet, in vain.

(Well, he needn't have worried
For, as the sun blazed ridiculously hotter trails
Across the way
And fate saw he was willing to let go...
To understand, to finally see....
And then,
His translucent figure...started melting....

And there,
right before his very incredulous eyes
Out of it, stepped.......

gasp!

The impossible....)

sun may shine
upon the earth
yet, I will see you always
in every sphere

to me
you are so very beautiful

S T, 06 June 2013

came in a vision...of half-sleep just now..

funny how life is, hey.

when ye least expect it, things happen....

sub-entry:

'gain galore'

1.
whichever way we look at it
certain things hardly happen.

when it does, regard well:
it is a pure .....gain galore.

2.
when we fail to entertain failure
there's only one option:
success.

Jun 2013 · 1.2k

No capsizing

st64 Jun 2013

No capsizing

There once was a ship a-sail
Out on the open sea.

Sails harness pure and open wind energy
See 'em flap this way and that-a way.

Sweet ride forever on, safely on to harbour
Oh boy, are we havin' some ssssswell fun..or what!

S T, 05 June 2013

No capsizing, ok.

Just a nod to all sailor-poets out there :)
Like you, Liam! Thanks a heap for fun inspiration....

Ultra-cool saying I read somewhere:
The mind is like a parachute.
When closed, it's useless!

sub-entry:

"knee-scrapin' the edge"

1.
yes, come on, baby
get on now, let's ride.

take you on the highway
go knee-scrapin' that superb edge.

yeah, lemme take you for a ride
only that way we can.

I'll make you scream and squirm
and let you fly on southern winds!

2.
oh, how we feel that thrill ...together
harmonious crying out ....

oh yeah, baby...your hair flowing
we're sure outridin' the winds!

:)

Jun 2013 · 981

Sky Kanvass

st64 Jun 2013

Sky Kanvass

Deep down inside, I have this feeling
Trouble lies behind those eyes
Do you need me to change my ways
For our dialogue to stay open?

Deep down inside, I have this feeling
Desire plays within your mind
Do you need to float on another cloud?
Seems you're writing your thoughts in the sky

Refrain:
Perhaps there's no place big enough for you
You crave more space, our kanvass is too small
So, I'm lying here on the floor
See your thinking bounce off the walls
Hoping you're still my true friend.....

S T, 4 June 2013

(an older song...of erstwhile years)

Can one stay friends..even as we change and grow?
Can true friends accept and embrace the things that the years teach us?
No-one really stays the same...we can't! lol

The only thing which remains constant, other than death...is CHANGE, not so?

Just 'cos we're adults, doesn't mean we've stopped growing: sure, physically maybe...but, other spheres of growth...

What was that cool saying I read somewhere:
'If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent their growing.'
- Coco Chanel

sub-entry:

'letting grow'

1.
love the giddying feeling
of the merry-go-round, yes.

love dancing
to that disco beat, yes.

love going out
and doing things, yes.

2.
then, there comes a time
when we least expect,
yet need most of all:
a powerful lesson to learn.

3.
love isn't really about letting go
...growing up ain't about being so serioso, **** it!

it's simple:
merely allow space for...letting grow,
ohhh yeah!

(comme la vie est belle, mes amis :)

Jun 2013 · 3.1k

Cinnamon Girl

st64 Jun 2013

Cinnamon Girl

I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah

- song by my all-time favourite artist ....the inimitable NYoung :)

4 June 2013

Life is brillz with NYoung on the planet still :)

We are amazingly lucky to have this Canadian living legend....
I do fervently hope (as do some fine poets here) to meet the guy one day.

I must, must believe that it's possible!
Or probable....
Or perhaps, it could be likely that it's..... a possibility of a maybe! lol

Note: (alternate interpretation)

cinnamon girl could be ******, brown spicey substance, that looks like ******, ****** or ..... heroine is FEMALE cinnamon girl.
I could be happy the rest of my life with my bag of ******!
a dreamer of pictures, means nodding out,
you see us together chasing the moonlight means when he shoots up he feels beautiful and mellow ....
the ten silver saxes and bass with a bow could mean the price and a syringe.
WHO KNOWS?!?!?!

from: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/144659/

sub-entry:

'beyond chameleon love'

1.
jumping so many hoops
to make things happen
yearn for the ability to make sense of
real space
beyond rusty masks

2.
would hate to lose out
but would rather ye roam free
than ever feel confined
by anything.

3.
wide open spaces
appeal so
yet
fear sits tall, reigns
towers grandly
over all
a too wide umbrella
like the vast desert
under an azure sky
offering blossoms of heat
within the ....now.

4.
together, rivers flow in earnest rush
once there, and come
mixing a never-before ....palette

5.
such a range
zest springing so alive....

wait for it....
yes, believing the unbelievable.

(oh, yes yes yes!
you'd better believe that
'impossible' is but an envious expletive.
yes, we will sport in such myth-dismantling,
idea-befangled, silence-breaking ..... riding:)

.......uh-oh yessss!

Jun 2013 · 2.4k

'Black Magic Woman'

st64 Jun 2013

'Black Magic Woman'

I got a Black Magic Woman
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman
She's got me so blind I can't see
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

Don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't turn your back on me, baby
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't mess around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me, baby

'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks!

You got your spell on me, baby
You got your spell on me, baby
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby
Turnin' my heart into stone
I need you so bad
Magic Woman I just can't leave you alone.

- Santana

03 June 2013

Just love love LOVE this song!

So many interpretations...

a) It is brilliant. A mixture of African music and rock.
It speaks about being in love with a femme fatale.

b) polyrhythms that give the song a "voodoo" feel distinct from the original. This song has a latin feel to it. The song is based on a woman - who is very mysterious and she is pushing him over the edge. Meaning making him fall in love with her and he is scared she will turn her back on him once she has cast her spell.

c) it's about drugs.

"she's trying to make a devil out of me"
he means he acts bad while he's on it.

"So blind I can't see"
he's tripping doesn't know reality and what he imagines.

Stop messing around with those tricks"
The drugs messing with him.

"Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman, I can't leave you alone. "
He means the drugs has a spell on him and it's making him crazy, but he needs the drug so bad that he's addicted to it.

d) A special woman, perhaps she doesn't exist, but she's like no one else.

From: http://www.songmeanings.net/m/songs/view/961/

sub-entry:

'colours'

1.
new ground
shifts as loosened bedrock
moves turtle-slow
yet, moving forward
all the same
into unanticipated growth.

2.
mind over matter
experimental scratches
on grey slates
bring truth closer,
scrape the tenth-tip of
brighter vision
no cause for fear.

3.
wind and hail
hard deluge
intimidate,
black nite
may tease
slumber
endless...

4.
this is the time
only now
with no guarantee.

so beautiful the hour
which streams on
journeying forever
climactic roaming
against all odd
disbelieving tidings.

5.
escaping swift into
cavities so tiny

remembering our future
clear-cut of defined perspicacity

and

flying so easily through
the colours of your being.

Jun 2013 · 4.6k

Chinese teacup

st64 Jun 2013

Chinese teacup

So. You like me as your pastime?
Hmm, please take another look
And see there's a person attached to it
With a full life and dreams, fool!

Being such the ardent lover of liver
She alit the bus and sat square across a damsel
Carrying happy burden; spontaneous loss
And on this day, witness to the leaking full......

Teeming thoughts rage on inside
Sees a man spitting ceaseless into a mug
Spitting, spitting, spitting...!!
Now a china teacup .... is all she'll have.

Frustration climbs the walls like spiders
Leave behind dangling webs of duplicitous ire
Spray its viscous poison everywhere
A smack, an outburst; ugly scene.

Hard to see where it ends, where it starts
Tumultuous energy always kept in check
Surreptitious trafficking in serendipity
Split desires sport with silken threads.

Embracing pain which dominates so
Heartache elemental dogs every move
See you leave, go off alone
Hide high grievance, suffocate.

Seems this loveware needs reconfiguring
Sittin' pretty, like a duck in the water
Ain't the way; keeps the target on yer back
Life's sometimes quite the storm..... in a Chinese teacup!

S T, 03 June 2013

Fancy some java?

:)

My fave is Earl Grey, then camomile, green ....

Tea is a great (meditative) companion, not so.

Jun 2013 · 850

Discoverer

st64 Jun 2013

Discoverer

Looked for you the other day
Looked for you-ooh the other day

So sorry, couldn't find you
So sorry, couldn't find you....

Still feel so bad, how could this be?
We really once were so close!

I know you'd say....hey, it's ok
I know you'd say.... hey, man, it's ok

Cos I'm not there at all
No, I'm not there at all !

I'm somewhere else, someday you'll see
Yeah, you ALWAYS had to go first!

Diaz, the discoverer!
Always searching
Looking and finding things
That others NEVER see......

S T, 02 June 2013

Will always miss my late brother.
We were a mere 18 months apart, so very close.

They say time softens the blow ..... 'tis true, but.....

sub-entry:

'recognise'

after 16 years gone,
I pray that ...

I get to recognise your light
when my time comes.
I get you to welcome me
into the next realm.
I get to reach my point
with no compromise.

I get that beacon point
that .......
next step onto the final platform.

I pray my soul makes it
through the eye of the needle.

I pray you recognise me....dear brother.

(he was such a pioneer!)

Jun 2013 · 1.4k

RIDE THE SEE-SAW

st64 Jun 2013

RIDE THE SEE-SAW

V1
Oh, how the moon shines on me tonight
Always needin' some stimuli
Gettin' used to it, you say to me
Just another life under the stars.

Chorus
Love to ride the see-saw
Yes, love to ride the see-ee-saw
You love to ride the see-saw
Up, down....up, down.....
Up, down....oh up, down.

Rode it many times
Always get away
Always flying high in the sky to lo-o-ve!

V2
Tomorrow, we ride the rhythm of another wave
Lying, facing each other, so close
Silently staring into each other's eyes
Nothing said, 'cos words fail soooo bad! CHORUS

V3
Listening out so well for your steps
Don't be such a fool, it's only a car
Kiss your feet and touch your heart
We need to ride our chakra together.

Chorus
Love to ride the see-saw
Yes, love to ride the see-ee-saw
You love to ride the see-saw.

Up, down....up, down.....
Up, down....oh up, down.
Rode it many times
Always get away
Always flying high in the sky to love.

S T, 02 June 2013

Written many years ago....

Just a silly ditty, is all :)

May 2013 · 3.5k

Creepy Autocrat

st64 May 2013

Creepy Autocrat

Three-legged spider on a ***** tile
Eyeball rolls, clean in hand
Massive metal door opens, up top a hill
Graveyard of ever-ringing cells.

What's real creepy to you?

Enclose the city, lock us out ..for good
Condemned as doomed, living dead
Big guns survive in metallic domes
See the crass ******* shoot us down!

Wanna talk about what's creepy, huh?

Plunderers now lay down new laws
Can't fight the sick, red sway
Random acts of violence bay
Armoured eyes see all from lofty towers.

Creepy autocrats hide the truth, right?

No soaring when blood runs rivers
Tripping over rotting corpses
Decaying stench of hope dying
Help will come, we must believe!

Do you believe lies to your face?

Infrastructure's down, no services
Power's out, no more flushing
Car carcasses aflame on every corner, yet
How come big brother's eyes still move?

Are the gullible ones really stupid and feeble?

Sun shines, but nothing grows
Rain seeps red away into sewers
Crops of twisted metal, hoards of guns
Skeletal trees adorn our landscape.

Why hold askance your glance skyward?

The gates will open to let us in
Surely, they witness our hardship!
There must exist a life beyond this strife
Uproar, bombard, gas, artillery....then no more....

Can you ever cease to have temerity?

In face of adversity, calamity and injustice
We should NEVER cease to be exasperated!
Hope must prevail; faith must live;
Thoughts expressed; love and respect must survive.

Can you afford your spirit just to let go....?

Think about it. Creepy autocrats eternally rank ...

Chronically..........Insidious
Repressively........Deleterious
Egotistically.........Inadequate
Eruptively............Odious
Pretentiously.......Tedious
Yucky...................****!

S T, 31 May 2013

Down with those who think they can control people; fed up with ...systems!
Written in Jan 2013.

Inspired (partly) by movie "Doomsday".

sub-entry:

'fool'

don'tcha go tryna control me, sucker
I'm-a kick yer *** fer you, fool!

(need I say more? lol)

May 2013 · 1.3k

Midday Cloud

st64 May 2013

Midday Cloud

1.
Twelve-eleven
Just past midday.

Lying on this bed alone
Looking through the window
Staring at clouds, bulbous
Promising all to youth.

May try to latch on one
Catch a dream, perchance
Floating on forever
Away from distress and pain.

I long for chances to prove myself
Can show and give so much
Plans and dream hatch
Eggs crack, hatch to realise the truth.

2.
Twelve-twelve
Just past midday.

Disappearing fast, wind shifts
Wispy threads are all that's left now
Dreams dissolving into the air
Less to touch on and fly away.

Some dreams are gained, others lost
New dreams now, comes with age
Hope replaces reckless mood
Settle in and eke all out.

3.
Twelve-thirteen
Just past midday.

Now sagacity abides in this ancient shell
But nobody hears the long-lost songs
Would believe such intense poems from the heart
All an echo away; endless now....into dreamy wisps.

hm....

S T, 31 May 2013

Written a while back, seems to fit pieces of this clockwork-melody.
Ain't clouds just...sooo beautiful, hm?
Wanted to make it 'midnight clouds', but then I thought...wait a minute, who the hell sees midnight clouds? lol
Ok, I do :)
Crazy, huh.

sub-entry:

'clock-work melody'

magenta flutters by, draped in gilt
stuck on your shoe.

from canal to canal, the traveler goes
seeking currents to the shore.

often, dreams can make you fly a bit
best to keep alive.

absolute truth larks in clockwork songs
melody of cottony swathes.

if you dare dream so hard enough
them visions will prevail.

hell-o!

May 2013 · 1.0k

you are .....

st64 May 2013

you are .....

my breath* .....

1.
the powerful, yet gentle wind beneath this dismal, broken flight
the crazy, brilliant ship on stormy seas;
can’t fly over to you ... on wounded wings
can’t sail the wide oceans .... without its captain.

2.
should grow up, by now....
but just can’t, ok.
why so afraid of what longs to be, what's meant?
let me tell you, this is real!

3.
how failure sits smug, an endless smirk
hopelessly try to put it all together again.

you are ....my very breath.... and yet,
you are ....still unable to see ....

S T, 30 May 2013

how did the sun go missing.....
oh, how the feeling of failure can dog the soul.
yeah, woof woof.
no entertaining of profound elegies here, ok.

sub-entry:

‘the places you took me’

1.
so many magical things we said and (almost) left unsaid
oh, how we tried to see if our jigsaw pieces could cascade and fit tight
myriad collections of happy squares and delightful triangles
and so oft, we tripped over each others’ thoughts.

2.
yet, what I love best ...will always be...
the places you took me ... oh!
into deep and silent caves - where we beamed our life-light
over the wheat-coloured fields - where we roamed so freeeee ...

3.
yes, I keep nurturing in steadfast hope
that arboured grove we planted together
and like canopied, navy night-sky, it flourishes beyond reckoning ....
despite your hectic absence.

4.
and then, you left me so
badly a-hitching for breath....again
yet, the feel of you is so strong: intense
when the heavens pour rain ....like now.

5.
what a non-linear journey, you've lit the unseen way!
but without you, rain is just water falling
need to remember to keep breathing
oh, breathe me ......

May 2013 · 2.2k

redeem

st64 May 2013

redeem

1.
white chapel on a hill

sheep dot rugged, earthy slopes

ruminate on warm, sun-kissed dale

endless lines and lines of verdant tones

late afternoon sun slanting

behold, jaune compassion

alfalfa ocherous leans willowy in wind

distance of silence yearns on

afternoon shadows lie within majestic vales

powder-blue ranges in 3D tiers

shadowy rifts, like a painting out of heaven

lone tree not alone, reaches up

blinding turns and rust-coloured bends, twisty trails

two on horseback, apples for sale

reservoir as a hold all for all

brown mud is where redemption lies.

2.
sun dips away, out of reach

beyond the eye's catch

step out car

feel the ping of silence, deeply-alive zing

crowd in and then,

into the slot of torched horizon

the orange world slips . . .

S T, 19 May 2013

feel that deep humming of the car, as we finally decide to roll along that country ride.....yesterday saturn-day :)

redemption humbly sought in the passing of hills and vales

lovely...all along the eastern escarpment of the beautiful Mercy-Valley...not far from Lake Great Bear on southern Jupiter :)

yet evening cold can sink so hard and fast in the countryside (best be prepared :)

away from all the noise and bustle - rolling, green dales and oh blue, blue, blue....

sub-entry:

'sudden cold'

1.
how dreaded that sudden coldness
press downward
crouch tight upon shoulder
drape your chilly cape over me
clench your claws into soft flesh
hover abrupt around nostrils
whisper icy whittler-words
sinking into pores, settle on
pinched nose-end, fingertips and toes
from across the chasm, silent eyes admonish
burning freeze stick so hard
hug disfavoured hart

oh cold silence, how you **** me!

2.
envelops round me
try in vain to wrap my head around this

warm heart
take this thing and throw it in the dump

(can't
just can't)

3.
blanket of love
whopping oblivion away

seek still
to redeem.

May 2013 · 2.2k

Gotta love that shampoo!

st64 May 2013

Gotta love that shampoo!

Tra..la...la....la...
Time for sha-sha-shampoo ...in the bath*

1.
When you wash your hair
in the bath
And you lather up suds
froth that foam

BIG bubbles
such big big big.

Ooh, slinky stuff
I'm the shampoo in your hair.

I'll slide across your tresses
And slip between fingers
Caress your scalp
And press in deep.

2.
While I'm there, I'll take a peep inside
And dip into that well-indexed well
Page through tomes of unseen stuff
See how gray pals duel along
Friendly fights.

Can you feel how I run down
The side of your face
Onto your shoulders now...

3.
Later, when you're all warm and dressed
You can relax and read poems in bed
revel in more

But now, there's more in store...
elsewhere to visit....

4.
Ooh!
Just lovin' that shampoo.

Gotta love that shampoo
Just gotta love that sha-sha-shampoo!

S T, 16 May 2013

Yes, can't wait to make next date with Shampoo!

:)

Nothing like a shampoo in the bath when you feel a tad rundown.

May 2013 · 1.6k

good enough

st64 May 2013

good enough

1.
to give a chance, to an attending unsophisticate
await proof of whatever revered worth wanted
seeming to have little or no life experience
means not there's nothing to give

time-trenches furrowed in mire too deep . . .

2.
assume nothing so easy of another
chickety-choo, just see it through
fine particles of gray comet's tail ricochet in the eye
friction desired, yet not always

there is some pluck, you know . . .

3.
you see, as many a soul-straggler roams
some may not shine as bright as desirous fit
but (amongst other things)
actually, they do have something others crave

still unconverted, slow-releasing grit . . .

4.
no crisis here, only eager groom-in-waiting
cheerful chevy, too bright on wooden words
zigzagging to capture all-elusive allure
banish each espiegled scab

clip-clop, tear not off old wounds.

5.
So, even as half-regarded not good enough (yet?)
nails screech on board, turbulent cadence
tips dig deep into sinking blades
grant that chance not only to let make, but to make a mark . . .

for strangely, I already know.

S T, 16 May 2013

ever applied for a position, only to be told... not experienced enough....?

gimme a chance!

must graciously accept, never say never....might get that call again...

.... good enough!
(or only, cos someone else no longer can or .... got the boot...lol)

must one conform so??

'need'

why, you could never own
even if I gave you what I want
I may not have what you want or seek
but what you need

ere facile discard of life-slice
mark well thwarted spot
in event of fire . . . knock out glass /
of water
knock on wood.

grant it
do grant it.

:)

May 2013 · 1.5k

non-promise

st64 May 2013

non-promise

1.
lament none
home run
free
silent happiness.

carry you onward
take me further

forget superfluities
guerdon intensifies
only
you.

2.
please
look at me
see what lies there
gaze beyond my eyes
it has been there all along

seal this non-promise with a kiss
or stretch hell out on a bleak bank
the likes darkness couldn't feel
nor light shield itself from.

3.
there can truly be only you
along with only me
being only us
only now
love
be
..
.

S T, 15 May 2013

Oh, what a beautiful day!

Have one yerself :)

May 2013 · 1.6k

your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post

st64 May 2013

your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post

1.
your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post
excitement mounts to rend strings yet dread too, peeps in.

songs you play are wrought from famished strips of liquid love
that my wretched soul with face upward, so wanting, laps up.

2.
oh, let me be that tree for your succour
come into me shade

oh, let me be that wave for your restlessness
come ride upon me swell

oh, let me be that light for your needing
come meld within me core

and take what you need.

(and please be mine, too)

3.
I am so in awe of you that I'm angry!

can you just come upon this landing, already?
let me lay you down, beside me . . .
this garden awaits

tomorrow never knows
of what wondrous delights we spake
mine eye seeks thee, always.

let me . . .
stroke your disheveled mind
and allow me to slow-spill into obdurate you
soft and gentle, sweet and kind
your destroyed words
to hear how swift and sudden they really are.

let us fall headlong . . .

4.
when, once every millennium
the tale doth go:
the time-eagle returns
to that diamond-mountain
so far away
to sharpen its beak
and when, it finally wears down
that haughty hill
then one mere second of eternity will have passed

yes, the hour-glass of eternity will run its full course.

despite time and distance
forever is a wicked charm that I must wait for . . .
and forsooth
the weight of it, I will bear.

S T, 14 May 2013

It is said that death is like sleep.
So, therefore, it should be painless, right?
Dying would feel like....falling asleep.

Then, maybe (if one believes in life after death), what follows is like a dream...or a rest between phases, to wake up to the next phase.

So, perhaps in life, who's to say our dreaming isn't as real as life itself, that we go visiting places and experiencing weird stuff.....displaced feelings.
And that it only feels weird, to convince us that it's not real, to persuade the mind that we were never there, and YET, it feels so real, so vivid!

I mean, who's really to tell...? (Maybe that's why birth feels so ....dunno, displacing..? All thought ripped away, so you can't even be a witness to your own inception! Then, it'll take a whopping lifetime to make sense of crap and understand this *******, by which time the moment dawns yet again, to...get going..)

Yeah, I know....stupid, using an equation (if a+b=c, then inversely, c=b+a!)
ha! what a freakin' joke.

Never mind, man.
I wasn't here and you're not reading this.
Ok?

(oh, what a beautiful morning,
oh what a beautiful day,
would that this dear soul would wake up
feel all the love that there is to unsay)

May 2013 · 1.4k

true renewal (10 words x 2)

st64 May 2013

true renewal (10 words x 2)

1.
pushing blindly
through carpet of old leaves
phototropic

buds anew.

2.
rare, potent connect lies
yet, affection unslung,

only
cloak refurbished.

(on lit trop)

S T, 12 May 2013

what is real?

oft, a change of scenery is great, yet it doesn't change its upstairs counterpart.

wearing new jacket over a torn shirt...means, there's still that **** torn shirt underneath!

novel moniker...still has you underneath, no?

sub-entry:

'essence'

1.
(try) too hard to capture essence
granted in tiny drops.

drink gratefully every heady dram
inhale displaced mercy
swoon in thoughts

purity of rain's essence remains pure
cannot be diluted nor enfeebled.

2.
yet
can't get over
really an uphill battle

and still
so intent on overtaxing strengths
leave beats so
downhearted, thread-bare.

enjoy new growth!

May 2013 · 1.2k

nite-merry (10 words x 3)

st64 May 2013

nite-merry (10 words x 3)

1.
sterile crowd walks out
cook offers to step in!

2.
sandy shores
silly dreams

hope and fear hold hands
tremulous.

3.
cloaked in tags
covered in labels

RIP-'em freakin' OFFA ME!

S T, 12 May 2013

dream, dream, dream . . . really?

The coattails of the dream-weaver

up
tired
alone
drowsy
now I see
stand over me
hover above my eyes
wait and watch my lids fall
cast a silent spell of smoky tendrils
strut your presence deep in my psyche
piercing eyes sear the depths of chambers
along the edge of sleep, dance fanciful figures
almost tripping over their feet, in aching frenzy to find
that reach which cascades, dangles all along the lip of reason

all along the lip of reason, all along the lip of reason, the lip of reason

leaving the cusp of awareness, venture below this vague surface
fall airless over rim of closed awakeness, thoughts dying slow
cocooned on soft wisp of dreamy shores, I float
yonder hills beckon so gentle and pastoral
welcoming arms wave on sunny dale
seeming to envelop all fears
offer to swallow dark pain
dissolve mal aches
promise peace
echo love
ride joy
see u
hope
dip

until I get there . . .

(refracted dust)

sullen eyes greet my unopened eyes, yet I see all in my dream
all the answers come flooding; time-frame out of warp
you are just a dire apparition,
you tell me in my dream to stick out my tongue
and I freakin' do it, because I believe in your words
crash!
you drop a ten-pound hammer onto it.

no field of flowers saluting with merry faces
none of jolly smiles
just a knife-wielder, vicious in intent . . .
waiting on nervous springs, for my next move
chasing . . . a fugitive in my own blasted dream
oh heavens, when then is relief?

thus
such vain bidding adieu to impervious dreams.

**** u, dream-weaver!
what a hopeless battle to hold onto the coattails of the dream-weaver
lose my grasp and slide off
slip away

burn AWAKE, cold sweat like fat beads the only proof of the onslaught of a ride with you . . . and the journey's reward?

oh, I can't remember . . .

oh!
and . . . sweet dreams to you, dream-weaver
I'll come visit you tonight . . . in your dreams!

May 2013 · 2.2k

R E D Road

st64 May 2013

R E D Road

From a pavement bistro, enjoying an alcove espresso and jam scone
After fresh rains, scenic smiles yet the road is of red sand
Young children play ball in park adjacent, some teen skaters pass by
Skirt-tugger hangs on for dear life, while she perambulates the baby.

The little, old man places with care, two stones behind his back wheels
His car stuck on the muddy, wet road
A small, slow push by stranger passing; it rolls easily from soft, red ruts
A wave of thanks, a friendly smile and off he goes.

Anna steps in ruddy hope, septuagenarian in jaunty hat and Sunday best
Ready to meet the one of a lifetime, widow of a decade
Correspondence long-time with namaste-man, final reward
Ribcage busy, beat in mouth, eyes flit eagerly, hearty salutes.

But nobody knows that someone is being watched,
From across the distance of the park, a clutch of strangers
Their beady eyes, hooded expressions, they wait
Fate is sealed when car drives by; irrevocably red.

S T, 11 May 2013

So, sunshine fled this morn.

There are other people in this tale too, but I can't remember too much of them.

Work of fiction.

May 2013 · 1.6k

woman from venus

st64 May 2013

woman from venus

she manages to twist things into a lifetime wonder
but life is made up of losses, and finally
the picture stuns with clarity.

that she is merely an inexperienced truant-player on a roll
a rather silly heraldist of mundane matters
an astounding figment of wonder.

she holds in her right hand jagged wedges of exquisite thrills
which she feeds slowly to the roiling storm
one by one - by one.

on the edges of the larcenous cloud, she sits and waits
while throwing down pebbles of trying events
all soft-cloaked in secret mirth.

she grips in her left hand a galaxy of recalcitrant injuries
that, two by two, she lets orbit off into space
greet them in serene farewell.

S T, 10 May 2013

no-one knows who she is, but she waits for you....when you visit venus :)

yeah, I think I will visit this venus one day.. gotta go there..

venus-dweller

storm-eater, sea-stirrer, mountain-lifter
careful how you tread, mordant one
there's a heart inside of this..

secret-finder, fantasy-******, space-hider
withholding so, only to please another
ends in paranoiac cries of loss

range-crusher, sky-creator, venus-dweller
how pithy seems a deliberate stance
mere weak bids to seal mars

ocean-stepper, country-hopper, desert-swirler
oh, can you sense the finer pictures inside
whirl and eddy, down..down..down..

yeah, have a fabulous day!

:)

May 2013 · 1.4k

My Whole World

st64 May 2013

My Whole World

Just
No finer purity
Standing in the sunny grass
I hold a small posy of yellow flowers
Off to seek my fortune in the spring of my life
Open eyes, half-smiling and shy, this is my whole world.

S T, 9 May 2013

Fotograf Printanier.

A beautiful snapshot of my son (then aged 4-5 years) in our overgrown garden, exploring the joys of insects and vegetation.

He is so lovely and very inquisitive, always full of questions, half of which I find myself unable to answer!

:)

May 2013 · 2.1k

time is but a disease

st64 May 2013

time is but a disease

choo choo

next stop.....perdition

(no, not really...no-one believes this Stygian opacity)

1.
look how Time doth ravage thee
look what it did to thy visage
in smithereens, lies youth
it so artfully takes away
what is held so dear

rivers and streams
valleys and hills

arching to ecstatic heights
plunging to abysmal lows

into the ravine of chance
stirred by the spoon of Time
slowly around the cauldron
brews the self-same mixture
then poured into chasms of forgetfulness

using the eternal sledgehammer
it
smashes the foundation of thought
grinds the nutmeg of speed
pulps the fruit of mentality
slows the pulse of sensation

and pardons none.

2.
what was once sensuous and voluptuous lips
now are merely two dry slits on your face

once stared-into eyeballs, now glass over
vitreous cataracts steadily grow, ****-like

toned into lithe elastic bands now stretch
away into forever, a pale platform to walk on

life's morn is encompassed by years' slanting
clouded and bedimmed by mists of age

butterfly's existence outweighs a man's
by mere night-veiled windowpane of true sight

draw the curtains; close the shutters; screen the eyes
the time has come to shed all blinkers and face the sun.

3.
crimp
sag
limp
drag

mud cracks down a dipping dale
scalding pain sears sore half-foot

yes, time is but a disease
ravaging all
without fear or favour

sunken eyes
slower reflexes
tardier mind
scraggly body

hides not
condescends not
forgets not

the glimmer of ....
a time of ...

4.
cathedral invites the walker in
cool and calm recesses
sit silent
wait....

then *they walk in, carrying
one who had but a lucky half-score lot

clear soprano note becomes a rudderless bleat
announcing the folly of stifling ego

now shorn of burning frost of circuitous fervour
beams of mercy cast a final look-see
jump the barriers of
time
to
carry thee off.

pipe *****-stops are pulled out

(art thee ready? platform number 5)

S T, 9 May 2013

How age doth touch the brow of one and all.

Looking at pictures of and being inspired by the writing of esteemed Anglo-American writer W. H. Auden (born in 1907, York, UK - died in 1973, Vienna).

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

May 2013 · 1.6k

Zap-a-Cy-Pest

st64 May 2013

Zap-a-Cy-Pest

[read.aloud.in.monosyllabic.monotonous.robotic.voice]

it.is.fifth.may.year 2059

click
got cyber-pests?
introducing.the.all.new.zap-a-cy-pest.control
(no.more.worries.of.being.cyber-bugged)

click
got.some.bad.cyber-pain?
easy.to.use.no.problem.zap-a-pain
(no.more.cyber-headache.or.backpain)

click
got.loud.cyber.noise?
fix.it.with.simple.insta-silencer
(simply.clip.on.and.away.the.cyber.sounds)

click
got.poor.mobility?
get.the.facile.magi-mobi.to.move.you
(no.more.cyber.traffic.jams)

click
need.a.break?
get.the.insta-vac.program.to.cast.off
(take.the.cruise.vacation.of.a.lifetime.in.half.an.hour)

click
feeling.old?
get.the.insta-rejuvy.package
(no.mirrors.needed.anymore)

click!

S T, 9 May 2013

sick!

Who knows what the future may create....some interesting but annoying cyber-problems:
cyber-pests / cyber-pain / cyber-noise / cyber-traffic, blah.

Hence, the new range of Insta-magic products designed to help one cope....ta-da!

hair.falling.out?
don-a-wig!
We're not there yet!

need a pet?
cyber.pet-walking!
oh, let's not EVEN go there...lol

May 2013 · 908

Låt den rätte komma in

st64 May 2013

Låt den rätte komma in

Kindly open up
Are you there?
Real time, I need the right one.
Enough of crap.

Let's get real.
In time, you will see.
Now or never, how you waste!
And as you always vulnerable, never ready.

S T, 8 may 2013

Just some stereotypical rambling.

Love European (art) movies.

Can anyone figure the acrostic?

:)

May 2013 · 1.2k

Fire and Rain

st64 May 2013

Fire and Rain

1.
And so, I clamber up the heavy *****
and sit alone upon a wide, flat rock.

I still the voices clamouring hard within
and try to listen to the air settle and breathe . . .

The eagle swoops low, whirring loud beside the rocky outcrop
likening its talons to sustain the hold of life . . . (this line to be amended ...sounds odd)

Leaves quiver silent on massive trees
obedient to nature, yet roots bold outgrown . . .

Shade reaches and stretches genial arms
while feel of dark and moist, fertile ground pervades . . .

Air thick with teeming life the eye can't see
thrums with invisible threads, linking slow tendrils . . .

Quiet sky looms dignified and peers squinted
while sun rays slant into pores, kiss my cheek.

Beetles scamper light along the soft, red sand
and not unlike them, I seek still the answer within . . .

2.
Fierce fire takes up dry tinder, consumes into heated coils
destroying with relish, yet offer cleansing balm . . .

3.
Sudden rains refresh, glance off surprised face, upturned
sweet deluge leaves all sodden to delighted heart . . .

4.
I turn not away
I look up
to receive . . . gladly.

I give such thanks
fall on knees to see . . .

No red sky (as in my nightmares)
No lost sun
No smoky horizon
No grey trees
No dead leaves.

Only yellow sunshine
Only blue sky
Only green leaves
Only clear horizon

as far as the eye can see.

S T, 8 May 2013

Insomniac scribblings :)

Just finished reading amazing short story by Joan Aiken (born 1924).

A most fabulous and dynamic tale of mystery and humour, hope and dreams by two protagonists Tom and Lily ...'Searching for Summer'.

Story written in the 1950's, of a life where only drab colours exist...no sunshine.
At the time of publication, the memory of the 1945 atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki remained fresh in the minds of many.
People lived with the lurking threat of nuclear war, weapons retesting, radioactive matter (fallout), air pollution.
Simply put, nuclear anxiety.

Yet.....
If we can but give the merest credence to the power of dreams overstepping the bounds of reality, then maybe...just maybe.....(along with an indomitable spirit).....

oh well.

May 2013 · 2.8k

Willing you

st64 May 2013

Willing you

1
You will not find a more willing participant
To join you on this serendipitous adventure of luck.

We will merrily hijack the trippy ride of Helios
And daringly traverse the long way around the sun.

We will sleep together in the heart of the meadow
Where sun-dappled leaves and rabbits frolic in jolly romps.

We will swim in salmon-filled rivers and go upstream
Where many-coloured coins glint upon the surface.

We will not curb our enthusiasm to conceal the truth
Fixing Nyx, we share unbridled passion upon the moon.

We will cradle each other's fears within parched lunar craters
While the world waxes on the rim of existence, our love will not wane.

Let us be more than willing to unshackle the mind
To explore lost messages in a bottle on the high seas.

2.
Yet I'm willing to journey through the darkness even
With eyes closed
In an attempt to reach you
To find you.

I am so willing to play the fool advocating love
Than to be over cautious and lose out big time.

So, I am willing you ....to let drop the scales
'Twud be astounding to have a willing....you
Willing us to deflect this way untimely contretemps
And placing us this day upon an unbroken tide beyond.....

S T, 8 May 2013

Term used as tiny nod to cool programme, Curb your Enthusiasm.

Love it......doesn't Larry just rrrrrock!

Be willing to take that journey, for you never know where it may lead...or more importantly, what happens along the way.

In the time it took you to ponder and deliberate the pros and cons, think on this:
dreams slipped and broke its ankle and went down drains ......
while time just oh-so gleefully tick-tocked on....
and before you could wipe your eyes....
this chance will be packed away
...in a casket.

Nobody can live your life...but you.
Choose YOUR way....now.

Only NOW counts.
Be willing :)

So, like in that amazing film featuring Jim Carrey, say YES!

May 2013 · 2.3k

We see....not

st64 May 2013

We see....not

.
and so, what do we see?

[A]

1.
We see...
Their planet is third from the source
That it still takes sunlight 8 minutes and 20 seconds to reach Earth
So, they're not as koodauzled yet
Thus, stable (for now)
Despite the polar melts and atmospheric fumes....

2.
We see.....
Stick-like appendages still grow out of extensions
At the end of long, dangly limbs
With hard yet pliable, translucent growths at end
To use for countless tasks.

3.
We see....
They still consume: plants....and animals
No change there.
Yet, now ....less subsistence
More modified products to eventual detriment.

4.
We see....still
They engage in warfare, of all kinds
Air, ground, mental, cyber, chemical....
No end to barrage of senseless acts
Violence is slippage as means to commune.

5.
We see...
Some figures more gaunt than others
A kind of poverty of the inside duels external opulence
Deep clutter and subsequent wasting
Twisted fragments of utter decay increasing.

6.
We see....
More enterprising ventures in communication
From lightbulb to phone to pads
Neat advancements in technology and science
From many kinds of wheels to flight.

7.
We see...
Their offspring subject to long years in learning
To maintain (by rote) their disproportionate rules and ready values
Propping equations and formulae into heads
Castaways on a rickety boat in a deep sea of confusion.

8.
We see....
Amidst beauty of their art in all forms
Of dance and music, visual and written
Other forms of entertainment are demeaning to some
Mind-numbing staring and raucous outbursts.

9.
We see...
Figures of peace reduced considerably
Voices erstwhile strong and fearless, full of candour and truth
Now, fashionable puppet-sticks of media
With regurgitated rhetoric a-spew.

10.
We see.....
Mother Nature and geriatric folk not as cared for
Neglected and (..)used
How long before this greed catches up....
Afore progeny be heirs to blight.

[B]

We see not....
Enough of

Peace
Harmony
Kindness
Sharing
Forward Thinking
Courage
Inter-Connectedness
Hope
Inner Consciousness

Not nearly enough.

[C]

We long to reach out and touch the centre of their being
And share fruits of universal wisdom
And steer all away from adversity.

Yes, we long so
For them to see.....

[D]

1.
Not yet....

All so easily done....but
They are not yet ready.....but
One day...

2.
Yet....

We will continue to observe
They know not we may be among them
observing

to return on the Aurora in a few light-seconds

S T, 6 May 2013

(dedicated to outridin' light)

.

QED...really?
as Mr. Lintnaar (my ol' Math teacher:) used to say

just a silly poem, is all.

TIP:
A must-see film (if only the introduction) ......"The Gods Must Be Crazy"

/ / /

INFO:

One light year (a measure of distance, not time) = 365 x 12 x 4 x 3 x 30 x 7 x 24 miles

The sun is 93 million miles from Earth (or 149 668 620 km)

Earth to Alpha Centaurus (closest star system to our sun) = 4,3 light years

/ / /

KEY:
Speed of light = 186 000 miles per second

One mile = 1,6 kilometres

1 light minute (the distance it takes light to travel in one minute) = 17 987 547.5 kilometres

1 light year = presently defined to be equal to precisely 31557600 light-seconds

/ / /

SITES:

http://www.universetoday.com/15021/how-long-does-it-take-sunlight-to-reach-the-earth/

http://earthsky.org/brightest-stars/alpha-centauri-is-the-nearest-bright-star

((((((((((: thank you for reading :))))))))))

May 2013 · 917

Windfall

st64 May 2013

Windfall

Entertaining an angel unawares is not an everyday thing;
Playing a guitar in solemn solitude.

Being loved is beautiful
But please, set that caged bird free
When held, I don't want to be smothered.

True freedom is too rare
A PC for company can be so demanding
You are making tea; the child wants some chicken
I want some of your love
Is that so hard to understand!

Pictures on the wall, fresh fruit
The metre's (quickly) running away
Find it to forgive yourself; find it to forgive others
Guess you gotta hide within your own mind.

A sibling bored chez lui
A stand cradles somebody's scribblings
Stars are sometimes too far to reach.

What..where...who...how...where?

Where is this promised windfall?

S T, 5 May 2013

Written 1993.

Was hesitant to post, 'cos content so seemingly disconnected....but, let me not fear..for, ironic context sits smack bang within the title!

Also, this one's structure flies in the face of all rhythm and rhyme.
Thwack!
If ye like not it...hey, man...sure ain't gonna cry buckets over it, ok.
Life's short enough, as it is ......lol

Sometimes, we gotta be content...seeketh not too muchlyeth....lol

yeah, man

:)

May 2013 · 1.2k

Second Time Around

st64 May 2013

Second Time Around

Opened a book today
My eyes fell upon a page of poems
How odd, it feels so familiar to me
Yet, how can this be?

Picked up an organic instrument
And played a song I do not know
Whence cometh the inspiration?
Only from the whispers of ..... a previous life....

These things I see doing, I claim not expeditious
For it's only if and when....the muses decide to see fit
A mere vessel to transport what already is there!
Every possible thought-combo has its keen template.

Never did an equestrian thing before
Yet I find me mounting superb horse and ride
Flowing action, wide awake and so thrilling
No expletive required to tell of happy lingering.

Going upon the mountain to pray, this day
Not to find you
But that you ....find me
Don't you just give up so fast!

Can't deny strong polarising effect in here
This life affords us another chance: second time around.

S T, 4 May 2013

Hey, man...hello.

:)

May 2013 · 1.2k

Pep.per.corns

st64 May 2013

Pep.per.corns

Our pods are our ships from Mercury.

As you grind us and eat
Yes, grind on....

We colonise your body.

Hooooooooooooo

S T, 4 May 2013

Ha ha ha!

aaaaaaa-choo!

Achoo!

Achoooooo!

Ok, that out the way, three times.
Bless me :)

Ever wonder how dust lands on a ceiling?

Not talking 'bout webs.....webs can come in very handy!

May 2013 · 742

F I N (11 words)

st64 May 2013

F I N (11 words)

saw comma jump up

hop over to the end of sentence,

S T, 3 may 2013

Is it a pause...or the end?

Comma, how uncouth you are.....you can't just come and ****** well take over the full-stop's task.

Get!

May 2013 · 1.1k

Express train

st64 May 2013

Express train

1.
I never saw you on the day you were born
I wasn't there.
I never met you in your youth
I wasn't there.

I probably won't see you on your last day
I know not how the current will carry tidings.

2.
Yet, I never saw such life in anyone's eyes
As I see in you.
I never felt such intense flow in a pure heart
As I do in you.

There is no way to fully express
How happy I am with the milk of your kindness.
All I want, is to ride that carriage with you
And drink of love's potion, keep you sated.

3.
Come, take my hand and let me hold you
Don't you crowd us out so; allow to breathe
Our universe expands as enchanting melodies, we share
Shut-tight eyes leave a crazy stab of an afterimage.

Upon the tracks, lies the truth in broken pieces
Time to gather my singularly talentless wits
Recuperate from rhythmic clacking of euphoria
A drab shoelace in flat, brown mud, is how you see me.

There's a part of my journey that includes you
An integral part of my existence seeks that spark
I have seen you, without yet seeing you!
How can I know that failure dogs not this adventure...

Can you really not see how extraordinary this is?
It may count as fiasco if absent pursuit of mysterious core...

4.
Without you, I'd be on an express train to nowhere.
At least, you're still there

(alive :)

S T, 3 May 2013

There is little hope, it seems....of reaching that vibrant one.

Yet, know this: I am quite resilient and positively determined :)

Fit to fiddle fun on fiacre, led by fine filly.

May 2013 · 2.9k

Broken Pearls

st64 May 2013

Broken Pearls

Once, they rode strong on the plains
Before conquistadors bent their will.

Strained their backs, cracked their whips
Made them wear strange hides and speak strange tongues.


Refrain:
But when the time is right
To turn the tide
But not without great loss
To turn the tide!


Part II:
Come again, oh strong one
Strengthen your will, stand tall
Remember the Lost Ones and the glory!

Restore freedom in your heart
Replenish well your table, love the earth
Ride free again and tell your story!

Pick up your arrow, shoot it straight (x2)


Forced to swallow all the shame
And leave dying ashes and broken pearls

So once, they rode strong on the plains
But now, there's dying ashes and broken pearls

Broken pearls
Broken pearls.....

Just a few words on mental decolonising.....maybe.

Modern take on the Pocahontas tale.

May 2013 · 4.9k

Long drive into the countryside

st64 May 2013

Long drive into the countryside

sweet

Drive into the countryside
Buy granny-green apples along the roadside
Wave to jolly farm workers in verdant fields
Smile and look up...greet the beautiful sky.

ceiling of the heavens

Share some (yellow) Lays in the car
Pass the packet around, mmm..crunch crunch
Feel the wind and see it, like sails...whip your hair
Inhale sweet air, while cool music taps into ear.

tranquil reaches

Cannot hear the indiscriminate noises
Cannot see the dust and dirt
Will not touch the pulse of pain
Can see only....pure sunshine.

pure sunshine*

S T, 2 May 2013

Think it's time for another ride....

:)

Yellow one is the best flavour...you get to taste the potato! tee hee

May 2013 · 777

flail

st64 May 2013

flail

A
B
C
D
E

F
G
H
I
J

K
L
M
N
O

P
R
S
T

U
V
Y
Z

make up own words....can't think.
hang out soul to dry

flail forever
no balance
bulky

fail....

fail fail FAIL!

May 2013 · 780

Doors (10 words)

st64 May 2013

Doors (10 words)

In your eyes
I see
Eight hundred doors.

Which one?

S T, 1 May 2013

No clue.

Apr 2013 · 2.1k

empty

st64 Apr 2013

empty

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eeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmppp..ty

that's how I fill up empty today...with more empty.
light's gone away...abrupt.
no use trying....anymore.
dead as a door nail and sillier than a fool.
crazy to believe in hope....nothing to say.
futility is such a CRAP reward!
thanks for reading this drivel...now you've wasted your sweet time.
no essays needed, ok....thx.
go grab a cuppa.

Apr 2013 · 2.0k

Waiting in the Wings

st64 Apr 2013

Waiting in the Wings

Another chance, a new approach
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

What else is waiting there? (x2)
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

So, take your time, enjoy the ride
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

Yeah, enjoy the ride...while you can
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

For you never know
What else is waiting there
Waiting in the wings for you . . . .

Refrain:
Dare you hasten your destiny?
Only to regret your impatience . . . .

What seems to be boredom now
Is simply biding grace time
Waiting in the wings for you.

And that is not so bad at all
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

For you never know
What is waiting there
Waiting in the wings for you.

S T, 30 April 2013

Give things a chance.....quit bein' so hasty......

Like some wise person once....all good things come to those that wait, but better things to those that hustle!

:)

Apr 2013 · 1.5k

Of patterns and layers

st64 Apr 2013

Of patterns and layers

delicate swirls
                              abstract motif
                                                             dainty spirals

I.
I see you as a wide sheet of fabric
Beautiful, paisley pattern
Highlighting your *odd qualities
That I love, more than you could get.

How you shimmer and shine
So well.

II.
Yet, I knew not that there exists -
Very quietly bold and calmly geometric;
Another sheet beneath this visible one
A layer concealed, that only my oblivion feels.

How you shiver and hide
So well.

III.
So, as I learn and delve and discover
Burrowing passages and intense pathways
A myriad of tunnels within tunnels
Where is the real you?

How alone; thought I knew you
So well.

IV.
Am I thus lost?
Blinded so by the light in your patterns....

[said in one breath:
so, I try to brush ever lightly over artefacts of your stained existence,
ensuring I leave no trace of me...
there I go making a new layer (for me)
only to see...another layer....and yet
another....]

layer upon
         layer upon
                  layer upon
                           layer upon....
layerrrr.

V.
Into the icy face of wind, words are flung
Only, they come back...messier!

Disaster.....blast the blundering heart in dusty chokes
Love thrives not in intemperate climes.

At which point did you let your voice die?
Perhaps you hide in fear, of suffering alone....

So long.

VI.
There stands a figure in the circle of light....lonesome
We hover near the highly-charged cosmos of chance
Daring the winds to take us, off guard
To glide away on impossible parades....

S T, 28 April 2013

How many layers does one need to uncover, before learning *any* truth?

Hm, maybe should-a studied archeology way back...lol

oh, well..

Apr 2013 · 1.3k

blank canvass (10 words x 9)

st64 Apr 2013

blank canvass (10 words x 9)

time stands still....yes
awake at last
much less hurt.

superb splashes of colour
ingenious maker dabs
deep strokes
lightning-fast!

no words needed
silent canvass
awaiting
bold moves
timeless heart.

riding on a wave
yet to be discovered
such delights....

reality tilts in surreal way
no apparitions
hiding
pitch-black night.

atoms split
from unexpected quarters
undeservedly
so, grateful for support.

in your eyes
not yet seen,
layers of
insane aliveness.

sweet and simple sounds
lead to redemptive road
beauty
beginning

affording faith leaps
believing strains of truth
finding forever sought.

:)

S T, 27 April 2013

sure ain't nothing like being ALIVE, hey!

ultra :)

happiness button missing from keyboard, so meantime juggle an assortment of combinations....until

always hope to get right sequence - just don't delete so quick.
please.

contrast is amazing; thank heavens for diversity.

oh yes :)

Apr 2013 · 2.3k

Leaves on a windy day....

st64 Apr 2013

Leaves on a windy day....

Would you rather sweep leaves on a windy day?
And read about others’ stories than be with me?

You’d prefer to sit alone than hold me in your arms
You’d prefer to walk away than hold me in your arms?

Than hold me in your arms........

So, do I really fit in here at all?

Do I even quite make the grade in your eyes?

Would you go counting wispy clouds than float away with me

Would you rather sweep leaves than hold me in your arms?

CHORUS:
Please, tell me why......you prefer to sweep leaves on a windy day

Sweep leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day –ay-ay.....

When you could be..........holding me in your arms!

S T, 27 April 2013

...sweep or hold...?

Apr 2013 · 1.1k

Southern rains

st64 Apr 2013

Southern rains

Hell doesn't show us all the answers about us
It brings to light only some
Just another incognito, today goin' no lower
So, good morning to the fields.

Actually, nobody's to blame
Ex-dome belts out and drones barge in, beasts!
Expect none less
Certain dishes spoil, once reheated..if left standing too long.

We sometimes drape objects about our person
To hide and to protect: get with the programme, they say!
Shy and gentle chapel, no idea: thus, feel like a crim
Only to check a pulse that isn't there!

Not going all the way, just to be cool, to have arrived
Is innocence lost when you do what they do? Never!
Perhaps best to chicken out, if too far gone
Southern rains won't be found.....in the nick of time.

S T, 26 April 2013

Promises made ....and broken.

Is like checking for a pulse...that never was!

Raja of the rains....sweet, deep words absent too long.

No matter, southern rains will come.

Apr 2013 · 1.3k

Happy Day

st64 Apr 2013

Happy Day

1.
'Prayer is a free outgoing call to G-d
No battery,
No charging,
No network problems.

Always a good signal
Endless talk-time.'
So, keep praying ...and

Happy Day!

2.
Does your heart really have to break a little before you can do anything creative?

But first, to curb dismal overflow
Yes.....

I must soar......

3.
There's no rider on a white horse here
Lament not rain on your windowpane
Would you mind if I told you that....I

What means a room full of flowers?

Wakey-wakey...

:(too late):

feelingfaint....

4.
Thank you for keeping on your lighthouse
For closing the door (gently) in my face
For helping me reach (some) rescue
For teaching me my place
For reminding me.....

Yes, you may.
Bye now, no more words from me.

Yeah, Happy Day.
In-deed!

S T, 25 April 2013

Does the heart really have to....?

Let's pray, shall we :)

Apr 2013 · 2.6k

Free Caravan

st64 Apr 2013

Free Caravan

Refrain:
Free-ee-ee caravan
Won't you join me on the free caravan?
Just let your hair down
Try, try to unwind
Please free your mind.

We'll go beyond the wind's domain
To find that dip in the ground
Where true freedom is found.
Feel your soul fly free.

1.
Let's escape the confines of this caged life
Of ******* to banks, of toiling to work
Of rushing to shops, of accepting too much
Of just too much......

2.
Gotta leave behind all the piling possessions
These things which steal your flight
Rob your sight
Increase your plight
Make you fight
Gotta seek what's real in life.

3.
We see the landscape changing
Yet it's all the same
Age teaches us yet we learn too late
That your childhood is so precious.

4.
So now, no more trudging, begrudging
Just flying free in the wind
Journeying to that dip in the soil
Where there is no more toil.

S T, 24 April 2013

Come, travel with me, we'll go together
Makin' and losin' friends: well, that's the price of change and growth.

[But please, don't yet climb that horizon. Don't go there alone.
Don't desert me here. Let me join you on the free-ee-ee caravan.]

The system kills.

Written in 2009.