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Dramatic tunes play in my mind

as I wait in bed for your replies

Took a trip, tried to listen to

A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

But boy, I really should take note

that 1975 was never the year

that the internet was born 

then lives got weird

Dramatic tunes swirl in my mind

Nauseating and mesmerizing, all at once

I trace all the pieces I could find

to draw the image that may resemble you

and draft the letters I could think of

but never would I send to you

Dramatic tunes leech on my mind

Trying to design my last demise

The nothingness on their side,

churning violence all coincide

Dramatic tunes play in my mind 

As I wait for your replies 

The darkness would soon arrive

here and hear my last goodbye

The flock of crows are closing in

Floating just three feet above

But then I feel my eyes flinch

As the phone buzzed

/Never shall you be subdued /If you heed your golden Sámi tongue, / Remember the ancestors†

Hear the sound, born from us 
Arctic , our breath 
Brings air to life 

From far, from further 
The antlers of the deer 
Shape our state of being 

We heard with our soul 
We, men of winds 
We sing the souls 

We herd the deer 
Their bones shall bring us 
Home 

Somewhere in a distance 
Drums await us 
Noadi knows the way 

He sings the wisdom 
Of the tundra 
Of traces in the snow 

Journey of ice 
The midnightsun 
Will know 


notes 

Noadi--a shaman 

A dedication to the sami 
The indigenous people of the north 

(quote) 
It is this world of ours that we live in. Our nature where we live and the knowledge that is thousands of years old that exists in our language. It is definitely an important heritage in the world, a deep wisdom that cannot be allowed to die. (Helander, No Beginning, 

An Ode to the Guy Who Ranched My Car

Apartment living, we coexist in communes.

Living side by side like boxed in sardines

We stomp on each-other’s silence.

We know more than we would like

About each other’s sex lives.

Your crappy Toyota with taped up wheel-wells

Lays dormant at the front of the lot,

Itching to be the silver Focus out back

Where we currently reside.

No chain linked fences define our territory.

Your inconvenience is to my ignorance,

And my ignorance was your bliss.

Ranch dressing  carelessly thrown out

Of your second story apartment

Covers my innocuous Ford Focus.

A spotted lion covered in calories,

You’ve upset the predator.

To your relief, I was nowhere in sight

Until I went to my Focus later that night.

Closing the door to your stage that you stomp

Across every night,

I unanticipatedly discover your art.

So gorgeous, it was!

A mass murder scene featuring the condiment

Ranch like the blood of an innocent man after a shot

To the head where he stand waiting

For his mother to pick up the phone,

To tell Momma that he’ll be back home,

But never actually sees home again.

Like a movie bound to end in tragedy where

We, as the audience, stand mouth agape

Waiting for the man to pull back the curtain

And the violin screeching to get louder.

A knife to the gut

And a scream to raise hair faster than hands in

A class room where everyone knows the answer.

Here’s your extra credit my dear friend.

To the Man who Ranched my Car, I ask,

“Why did you peer out of the window?”

You could have gotten away with it,

But you watched me as I stood behind my car,

Our eyes met for only an instant, and I knew

It was hate at first ranching.

You smile in your sleep knowing that I know,

And your ignorance is my bliss because

Your crappy Toyota sleeps soundly at night

Undisturbed by the ketchup in my fist,

And the smile on my face

Behind the window I kept closed

Below the stage that you stomped across

To become the victim to your own play.

My ODE ENTITLED 'VERSUS WATFORD 28% POSESSION'

Greetings Bluebirds how do you do?

Just had to write a poem to you

looks so messy from afar

from heady heights to lowered bar

Malky gone in a haze of texts

hey you obviously know the rest

Then a gamble on a man

with no experience Mr Tan

And now you chose Mr Slade

Personally, come what may

when a local hero called Tony P

would have come if you asked thee

You obviously couldnt work with him

clueless rhetoric he would have binned

He wouldn't stand for meddling at all

with his life of experience and

your 2 months studying football!

I have been monitoring the news

really are some Cardiff Blues

Ok we just won away

but the brand of football is

causing DISMAY

love the letter from the old man

pointing out that Cardiff's brand

of football, more suited to park

really is a comparison; stark

the best football I have recently seen

was the football under Malky

fast flowing, counter attack

and when needed a defence stack

but back to why I did write

not bothered about the shite

quality of football anyway

dont watch the club these days

because I made a decision

at the beginning of the season

that all I would do would read

the write ups of the BBC

and pay specific attention too

possession percentages of the ex blue

cos they should averaged 50%

with Mr Tans squad heaven sent

and until they reach that point

could only mean a disjoint

bad enough under OGS

at times we looked clueless

not seen a Russel Slade team

even on the TV

until they can get 50% possession

score, shut up shop, aint heaven

no leaders on the pitch too

without them we are screwed

one thing about OGS

a kid in a sweet shop no less

but from the glimpses I have seen

some of his buys played decently

and selling our club captain too

OGS had some screws loose

and none are even getting games

to the outsider that's insane

Russell are you picking the team?

Or does your greatfullness

ensure some lies from thee??

Perhaps this is why MR P

was never offered the job you see

principled, from beginning to end

and a genius with a team blend

and championship experience too

 cant believe he's still out of work too

would have done a grand job for you

With falsity and neglictory,
With lies and efiface,
With hope begone a truth,
Thy soul bounded  multiude.

Begone a hopeless dreams.
Beyond  a place unseen.
An  abyss of solitude,
Ages of things begone.

Beyond a mighty shield,
A pile moves/grows,
Not Delay  taint unclean,
Ever  vigilant of change.

An act  that lies,
Can only be ugly,
A move made already,
Cannot be taken back.

We see  an illusion.
They show a mirage.
A move already made,
And they keep it so.

Rebel Rebel hopeless soul.
Fight, Fight lest unfilled,
Through thy Red blood,
Keep the fight  alive.

Thy hand hold another,
lest be bad end.
A fight continue definite,
A fight won Indefinite.

A world unseen granted,
For those beyond grasp,
A rising sun uncovers,
For they deserve it.

And it all started,
With a single phrase,
"Let it be so."
Will it be though?

- Eventim

My Ode to Montereau

Eau the joy of Montereau

where 2 rivers flow

Into one, the Sein's begun

Friendly people do not need

a common language certainly

broad smiles, all the while

using their public spaces

garden chairs, happy faces

petanque, and prams

bathing in the Sein

to some sounds insane

clean, that will be me

banks full of blackberrys

litter too, sorry to say

flytipping, mother earth sin

dont tell any tourist

this hidden gem to visit

keep it out the lonely planet

not too far away

might come back another day

Montereau, is beau

Mon Ode à Montereau

Eau la joie de Montereau

où 2 rivières coulent

En un seul, le Sein a commencé

Les gens sont sympas n'ont pas besoin

un langage commun certainement

de larges sourires, tout en

l'utilisation de leurs espaces publics

chaises de jardin, des visages heureux

pétanque, et landaus

baignade dans le Sein

à certains sons insensés

nettoyer, ce sera moi

banques pleines de blackberrys

litière trop, désolé de le dire

flytipping, terre péché

ne dites pas n'importe quel touriste

ce joyau caché à visiter

garder hors de la planète solitaire

pas trop loin

pourrait revenir un autre jour

Montereau, c'est beau

Dangerous…

Fragile…

She’s the shadow in your dreams

At the darkest of night

The bitter-sweet hope

That dawns on you

At the first sight of light.

Chinky eyes…

Killer smile…

Chase her and she flees

Faster than a lightning.

Give her freedom, leave her be

She will flutter closer to your

Heart – gracefully.

Odd and yet even…

Complicated and yet simple…

Never define –

A pure heart that is not jaded.

Her darkness is her strength –

Light, her salvation

Free as the wind…

A wild heart’s destiny.

Loads of caring people do

Wonder if this world is true

To the nature of humanity

When a billion people hungry

And authority Nazi

Injustice appearing everywhere

Gets you when you care

Every direction, divide and conquer

But this is truly bonkers

A collective consciousness are we

At one, all and humanity

Could have fooled me

Doesn’t suit the ruling clique

Afraid of an empowered you and me

Afraid of the African lion roaring

Afraid of humanity soaring

Finding out our true nature

Being a lover not a hater

Not of humanity, being a traitor

A dog eat dog world too

I’m vegetarian, are you?

Our rulers; Cain’s bloodline

Don’t care for our good times

Just thrive on division and death

From our birth to a last breath

The dark has Scripted like Macbeth

There time is up soon

When it is a humanity boon

Got to have faith; entities

Gods and angels love you and me

And are not going to sell us short

Will help this system abort

And to destroy unfair tort

It’s bogus, unjust, selfish ways

Will make way for brighter days

Many still waiting for Master Jesus

To re-appear, come and save us

Religion was never his thing anyway

Just preached good Christian ways

Without a priest or a church

Consecrated ground 8is

Every step YOU take on earth

Wrestling match expected before

Between the conscious rich and conscious poor

Those who’s god is god; or cash

Undoubtedly are going to clash

And the systems bound to crash

But have faith in the light

Any darkness around, it will smite

Just because you cannot see

The higher realms; divinity

Doesn’t mean not working for you

And me, to lift both our blues

Remember this is your choice: Choose

Don’t forget light workers too

And you can do your bit too

Bless everywhere you go

And don’t be a slave to dough

Random acts of kindness too

Always chase away the blues

And don’t be anyone’s muse

Just concentrate on lifting yourselves

And keep on wishing for lifting of hells

Just give them minimal energy

You need it all for yourself you see

Remember also karmic debts to pay

By everyone who’s been lead astray

By the darkness, better in light

Do your bit, keep shining bright

Don’t let injustice or humanity sleight

Lower your vibration at all

Live a positive life and walk tall

My ode to skeptics

are you a skeptic or open minded?
your beliefs keeping you permanently blinded?
name any great skeptic from the past?
think you can, your having a laugh

History doesnt remember the doubters
just the pioneers like it ought ta
those with life changing ideas
But not the designers of furniture from Ikea

Ides have much greater resonance
than any negativity or low vibration dance
and just cos something sounds off the wall
doesn't mean the ideas not plausible

just cos it don't fit into the system now
or too any modern premice does it cow tow
who says our thinking is maxed out at all
Our science DOES NOT encourage us to walk tall

Not everything in existence today
has a trick to it i do say
You might have watched Derren Brown
but hes just worked out how to disempower

skepticism is a distortion of curiosity
both coming from the left brain solely
but the right brain, together with the whole
that has the ability to know

so sceptics only operate with half a brain
and i know this sounds quite insane
but impossible for the macro view
from any sceptic, does this include you?