| PRIMORDIAL COMMUNIQU� O to be alive To know the stars are for me To feel the breeze And breathe the air To see the wind in your hair And hear you laugh..ha! That?s life. Fatal connections Your world touching mine Turning, spinning Harmoniously, cogent and Fluid weaving anew Chaotic order..;: Same difference:;.. Otherwise, misappropriate Out of disorder, organised Differentials (small cogs, big wheels) Loco-power-motive Churning, splitting, tearing Worlds apart. Detached retinues Fatal disconnections Make me cry For the mud in your eye That forms a crust Clouding the stars In the fall To dust. CHIMERA I saw you again today And again From a distance I didn?t recognise you But the feeling The feeling was the same Dumbfounded flutterings Gibberish returned For beauty A distraction, I thought To take my mind off My heart and you You turned into yourself I realised The unrealisable truth Had clutched again The ungraspable Chimera. SALT OF THE EARTH ���� I can taste the salt��� The love of your coming So sweet Like nothing Syrup on my face Tell me you love me Show me you don?t care Like the sea envelops me Tell me you love me Sit on my face Once more with feeling Tell me you feel nothing But love I love you too.. I dare not speak My mouth is full of love An Epicurean delight! HERE COME THE BELGIANS Fold away your baskets We?re gone away the day to sea Cosmic sunshine moon at the stars Hanging round in bars With biscuits and cheese cake flows When will it end this period. The captain says ?tomorrow? In every breath he speaks Chilli for June April may But July is the amber girl Warm. Come in the sun We?ll tumble in the fall Not before I castanet. Ha Ha Half the battles Ha Half the battles Half the battles Aint funny anymore The punch lines your face It cracks me up ha ha Half-baked in the midday sun. OBSERVATION POINT Thought about a dead monkey Dumped in the river Scratched my head I?ve got an itch More than nothing By the way It slips on by, regardless Thought ..No thought Man O Man! Unobtrusively in the extreme I walked in the shining rain Absorbed in the earth What got not a lot noticed was blotchy Patches in the fabric Of all things, superfragilistic Life on Earth Man O Man! THE X-FACTORY Is there intelligence on Earth? Will it make communication? Has it already left us To our own devices? Civilisation! Techno - pro - ego! When we build ourselves again Will there be an extra nut? Will we cut the connection As we dig ourselves Into the whole? Will we be better? Are we much smarter in real life? Don?t we give ourselves the credit As we work for the future And dream at our leisure- Time in our hands? In hologram. Is there intelligence on Earth? Will there be an extra nut? As we work for the future And we dig ourselves In hologram. Civilisation. NOTHING DOING The poetry of a Summer?s day Languid and assured Rhyming children With their games And interrupting parents How?re-you-doing it Right! A splash in the river A flash of beauty Ripples in the calm Summer fun.. Is that the time? Dream on Sunshine And the grass beneath Your feet. Still Nothing doing, but Birdsong and (flowers growing) The goodness of the day To enjoy Till the thunder rolls- Poetry over- Quick home. WHISTLER VIGNETTE James MacNiell Whistler Painted billowing clouds Over rough seas; captured The wind-whipped waves And birling cumulus All in grey tones.. With a blue ground, wet On brown rocks. There?s a rhapsody... In grey and green, I think, Melting red and, golden flicks, barely Light a young girls shirt- Yet, not starkly In contrast. The wall Behind is a symphony Of greeny, creamy complements Resolving, in pale folds On the young girl?s sleeve. Mellow... He enjoyed the seascapes, The Orient, A vivid peace..somewhere A bird sings A signature- James MacNiell Whistler. LIFE'S A GAS (WITH FREE ELECTRICITY) Lead me to the showers On a reactionary chain Wash me in the powers Of perpetual rain I wont need a showercap With this lead in my brain; Gonna get my share if it kills me Get my free electricity - Don?t you worry.. Lead me to the showers Gone fission in the rain Wanna pick two-headed flowers Upon the Spanish plain Buy the Eiffel tower Plug into the main; Gonna get my shares if it kills me - Get my free electricity. Don?t you worry.. About slipping on the soap: It?s not the fall that kills you. It?s just the sudden stop! TRADITION Beyond the clouds new rising dawn I reminisce on the darkness gone The fading of the moon The shedding of cocoon And selling beads... The sailing of the ships The sinking of the mines The shrinking of the minds For short term greed. Where is the lion with the flowers on his tongue, The restless bairns, no more anaesthetised With gripe water, stilled in the strath? Will John McLean be praised Must Wallace and de Brus be raised In flames to light the destined path? From the Glens to the Munros From Gretna Green to Scapa Floe There are yet men and women too not bought and paid for There are yet souls not lost nor needing prayed for. There are lions lying down with sheep Who cant content themselves with neeps And frozen folk content to keep Tradition! JOHNNY'S THUNDER This cat got hep As the ship cast off On a sea of jazz Drumming heads to the rhythm And we all got down With it... To the ground Man, Digging the Earth beat Tapping the rhythm Eyeing the Heavens Fit to burst! Consider the meek Have a handful of dust And wonder On thunder. SO Give me a beautiful day Beautiful girl Lying by the lake Lapping up the sun Together Voluptuousness Sprawled on the grass Soaking And the breeze occasionally Cooling the passionate Sun So soft So smooth skin Almost edible. I love you y?know (Mother) Like life itself On any given day So wild So calming So hot I want to Sate myself in your canal Renewed In the warmth of the Sun. AUTUMN LEAVES (SEASON'S GREETINGS) Autumn leaves are falling I can see the cycles turning In the park Through the golden rustling leaves Summer?s fading greenery Winter buds are forming As the older ones are dying In the chill wind and the dark. If you don?t tax your mind I think that you will find Changes happen...overnight Shifting sand Cutting peat in Freezing fog Icicles are growing longer Storing up the water In the heartland There?s a chill |
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