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 ancestorsâ€
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?