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Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

not everybody likes quotes,
but I kinda need the inspiration

I.
'A real friend is one who walks in
when the rest of the world walks out.'
- Walter Winchell (1897-1972), US journalist and author

II.
'In prosperity our friends know us;
in adversity we know our friends.'
- John Churton Collins (1848-1908), English literary critic

III.
'A friend is one who sees through you
and still enjoys the view.'
- Wilma Askinas (1926- ), US author and columnist

IV.
'You are a true friend
We cry through the bad times,
We laugh through the good ...
with happiness and smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you will be with me
throughout the years.'
- Anon

V.
'Thank you for being a genuine friend ... one who is not afraid to say things, out of love, things that are hard to say and hard to hear but cares enough to speak up.'
- Anon

thank you for all the wise advice you have given me
I wouldn't be where I am today if not for your guidance*

S T, 25 June 2013

none of the above quotes is from my pen (disclaimer)

How I do loveeeeeee Voltaire!

:)

Some of my ultra-faves:

1. I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. --Voltaire

2. God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh. --Voltaire

3. The best way to become boring is to say everything. --Voltaire

4. Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers. --Voltaire

5. I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms. --Voltaire

for more of the humorous and witty Voltaire, see:
http://www.whale.to/a/voltaire.html

sub-entry: 'tolerance'

1.
and so, step outside
a little
just to breathe
to find which way visible
to see which direction next

twirling destiny
on the end
of
fingertips

2.
speak clear
own your opinions
take stock
yet
show tolerance
extend kindness
to one
who may just
feed you
on your sick bed

3.
yes, the desert camel
may support itself well
until a really dry spell

thus, please shut not that door so
cos, unbeknown
I see you still
my sweet friend
through the window
of your care

Dec 2013 Dánï

not yet

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

not yet

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 . . .

Dec 2013 Dánï

pass the peas...please, hon

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

pass the peas...please, hon

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 :)

Dec 2013 Dánï

cat in a cage

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

cat in a cage

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

:)

Dec 2013 Dánï

Twist of Blue

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

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

Dec 2013 Dánï

Thank you, I think

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

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.

Dec 2013 Dánï

a child-heartbeat

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

a child-heartbeat

a child-heartbeat has such power
to sway ideas
and turn the tide
hence -
show adult-folly

1.
emperor bays the crowd
to flatter
invisible trappings
of grandeur and prowess

2.
when blind to the obvious
talk is no good

och, man
just freaking forget it*

(what good is talk... when the COMMON voice is not heard?
... when yet another child-heartbeat is lost?)

S T, 5 sept

how many more child-heartbeats will we lose . . . in haste?
it's easy to stand with a (even semi-rallying) crowd behind you, yet -
at the end of the day
when you nicely tuck in YOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR child,
can you breathe easy
knowing that, due to a command given or act commited
(directly or not) from your remote-hand:
some other parent
cannot?

EVERY CHILD IS OUR CHILD.
We are killing the future !!
Even surviving child-heartbeat may bear bitter memory-seeds, catapulting unbroken-cycle.

Shame on us all.. sis, man.. we have at our disposal so much of ability to DO GOOD.
Man, we have precious chances to prove we can do BETTER.. instead :(

sub-entry: visit

should I visit you
in your home
and you don't like what I say...

would you now show me your ill-placed power
and
hold a gun to my head?

yes, I'm afraid, indeed
to EVER visit you

not fearing you
but your unwieldy hand
born of folly-haste
and blind-avarice

the balance is not righted
in blood-spill
ever.

( would you be willing
to write
a **** poem
in
child-blood?):

Dec 2013 Dánï

Let me..

Dec 2013 Dánï

st64

Let me..

Let me whisper you a world spread in open-palm
   and lay you wide-pictures etched in cobble-stone
   till your feet find their way in the wake of alt-time

Let me grow you orchards on margins of probabilities
   and capture breezy-smiles to place upon your sleeve
   till illumined-steps of afternoon crumble before angels

Let me turn the planets on fingertip high upon wheel-rim
   and show you matte mirror-lakes of superb-chances
   till the evening-sky feels the shy-tiptoe of moon-kiss

please… let me….?

S T -  4 dec 13

..till it is.. none less than full.

Inspired by kate bush song.

sub-entry: even

even if you (ever) go away in the afternoon
I will wait for you
even in the next time

the odds are.. evening out

Dec 2013 Dánï

The Axe of Humanity

Dec 2013 Dánï

Lotus

The Axe of Humanity

Tree’s ravaged roots
By axes a thousand
Spilling the blood of forest barks and mosses
The trunk’s weeping screams
Enough to deafen the nearest fowl

Each branch sheds tears
Of liquefied organs and veins
That once hitting the ground
Flow in rushing meanders
Enough to drown soil housed insects

Every leaf that was born
Green and luscious under the sun’s beams
Now recoil and shiver
Into a rusted deathly brown
All the breath that once recycled
Back through its green body
Chased into a withered chasm

One by one
The axe takes a thousand lives in one
One by one
The world that nurtured humanity
Decays by humanity’s hands
One by one
The ruin of all
Will occur
By the axe
Of humanity