wind chimesone bird on a wire,two birds on another -wind chimes
Dullsome days the rainenvelopes time,stamps the pavementwithout a soundthrough the window passing.I, en-chambered,not waking but sleepingat the post,receivingunwritten messages.
Fish and Frog.A Frogologue.Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond. Fish is swimming around in that pond.Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.Fish: I object.Frog: Why?Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.Fish: My name is Fish.Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am old and wise beyond your imagining.Fish: You have no idea of what I can imagine. Besides, there's a lot I don't even need to imagine, such as pompous frogs on logs.Frog: I rise above you, in
Behind the curtain.maybe it's good to be depressed because:all the tawdry rags you've worn make sense;you don't have to believe in finery anymore;you can see that all your friends are fools;that the biggest fool is you,that you are me.
Letters From Holmes sampler.This is a sampler of part of the Secret Santa gift I made for PresentsFromSanta. Unfortunately I forgot to take any photos of it before I sent it away, but it is primarily a textual gift. It consisted of a series of letters and post-cards from Sherlock Holmes (modern version) to his friend John Watson. They were placed in random order and put in a folder labelled Top Secret with accompanying instructions from Watson to sort them in to order and also to extract from them an embedded text which will lead the recipient to my DA account where I will reveal the end to the mystery and lead to the recovery (hopefully) of the missing Sherlock. There are some red herrings in the letters, but I hope the solving will be fun and not too difficult. Words that I have capitalised here are actually written in red ink in the original documents.A few of the letters in no particular order:Letter:Dear John,You say the lady vanishes? I wonder.I have procured
thought and memory-thought and memory-Wait three seconds, then hear crowsstorm approaching... how it mutterseyes are closing, breathing deeplywaiting for the chimes to weepdistant rumbleof man and machinethoughts are silentstorm approaching...how it mutterswaiting for the chimes to weepgliding form of shadow crowSlowly waking from a dreamthe childhood homebulldozed and carted away butnot from my mindGliding form of shadow crowFar away the thunder comments One more day, without existingYour perfumed scent, lingers stillkiss meunder the arching rosesonce againOne more day, without existingEyes are closing, breathing deeplyYour perfumed scent, lingers stillWait three seconds, then hear crows
Finding Lossin the sky, stars now fallingfrom the river rises steamwishes made, but seldom grantedFate is cold...and sometimes meanunseenfaster than the speed of lightsnow fallsfrom the river rises steamFate is cold...and sometimes meanbetween us both a candle flickersand by your lips i often burncold kissesupon the groundflaming leavesbetween us both a candle flickers with just whisper it is goneand fields of ice your eyes soon turna foolish game of breaking heartsa thousand firesan invisible lakebeyond the citywith just a whisper it is gonewishes made but seldom granteda foolish game of breaking heartsin the sky, stars now falling
Oral sex haikustretch, yawncrow and swallowthe moon
The Gathering.The Gathering.Where are the crows of yesterday?The sky is blue, no longer black.They've flown, they've flown, they've flown away.I feel, I feel, I feel the lack.Feathered shadows laughmorning slips into daythe crows follow meThe sky is blue, no longer black;No raucous cries to fill the gap.I feel, I feel, I feel the lack.A thousand feathers land in my lap.stale bread crumbled...tossedthe field soon dotted with knotsof conversationNo raucous cries to fill the gap,But tears I weep to lure them here.A thousand feathers land in my lap -A beating sound as they draw near.evening tints the sky...trees grow quiet as crows dreamof stars and chasing hawksBut tears I weep to lure them here,The sky is black, no longer blue.A beating sound as they draw near.Here are the crows that we once knew.moonlight finds glimmerthe glint of sharp eyes...minds and beak sharper
I Like Being WeirdWhether I’m laughing in awkward situationsOr crying when everybody else smilesI go from wanting to stay in bed foreverTo wanting to run directionless for milesNormality just feels like silent floorboardsAnd is something I most definitely fearSee I need to creak every once in a whileYou won’t understand but I like being weirdTalking when everybody else is silentBeing deathly quiet in a maelstrom of noiseAs I decide if I’ll be your friend todayBut I promise that you are not just a toyNormality just feels like empty nightscapesAnd is something I most definitely fearI need the stars to spell out my last nameDon’t try to understand me, I’m just being weirdRegressing to when I was a child againTrying to forget how I learnt to be scaredThinking how much I miss the simplicityAnd how for this nonsense I was not preparedBut normality just feels like a life sentenceAnd is something I most definitely fearAt the end of this sentence comes a full s
21 Years OldSo I was just a childAnd they said that this was ‘just a phase’That lasted 20 yearsAnd 364 daysTomorrow will I switchFrom an adolescence damaged messTo a mature adultAble to cope with all of this stress?Or will I just remainEmbedded in my concrete routineThat’s waiting to be smashedBy my sledgehammer wielding dreamsGive me the key to the doorI will turn the knob fastClockwise to see the futureBack again to remain in the pastSo I was just a childAnd they said that this was just a phaseMelatonin helped me sleepRight through this melancholic hazeBut tomorrow I will wakeFrom an adolescent slumberShake off the shacklesThat have only served to encumberMy free spirit, free willAnd most importantly my feel mindWith a lifetime of whispersMy voice has been difficult to findBut I’ll take the key in handClear my throat as I toss it awaySmash the door from the hingesNow you’ll listen to what I have to say
Idol WorshipA smog is rising that manyHave grown unwilling to addressAn all-consuming pandemicAll have seen but refuse to knowAmerica's idol worshipA Canadian teenagerWith quite a loose definitionOf art and musical talentHas swept the nation and the worldHormones of shallow twelve-year-oldsPropelled him to fame and fortuneAfter a couple years have passedHis ego take control and weInterrupt our politiciansTo freak out about his arrestA Taliban assailant shootsA fifteen-year old in the faceSimply because she advocatesThe education of womenSomething most American girlsAll too often take for grantedInstead of praising her courageThe American populousKeeps its focus on the tween starMost don't even know she existsWhat kind of nation is thisWhen we concern ourselves onlywith spoiled brats acting like dumb thugsAnd ignore those who are strivingTo cast a light in this dark world
Gate Of Life Or DeathIvy creeps up the sideCreepers slide down the railsDark iron bars fall into placeAnd behind it stares an empty faceA padlock keeps the sides togetherSo the gate will remain closedClosed and locked to you foreverDon’t worry, it’s not your faultFoliage hides it most of the timeAnd keeps away the unique shineOf things never seen beforeThings that no one will ever knowSome gates remain shutAnd for a good reasonMaybe you should never knowWhat lies behind the lockA time will come whereThe ivy and creepers willHide the gate and cover pThe unknown forever stillYou’ll never see this door againMaybe even lost in your memoryOr it will come backBut it probably won’tOr maybe you will find the keyAnd pull the ivy off the gateAnd then see through an open doorTo your future forevermoreThe padlock drops and falls behindNo more locking up your mindJourney through your now changed lifeWhich could be for better or worseThe gates stand quietly, side b
Take it offThere is a girl on your right,who paints makeup on her face.There is a girl on your left,whose hair is a rainbow.In front of you kills your nose,perfume spins around like a lace.Behind you hurts your eyes,to see that masks really lie.You wonder why the girl is an artist on her face,or why the girl has a rainbow in her hair,or why the guy bathes himself in scents,that are worse than cocaine.Then you wonder why masks roam the masquerade.Take it off,Don't be afraid.No one will crack a smile,No one will laugh,we love you just the way you are.It doesn't make sense to you,nothing seems real too.Why are they afraid of beauty in purity?Or why colorful is above sense and rationality?And why is common sense and practicality,isn't here in this twisted reality?Take it off,and drop it.No one likes you,No one loves you,behind the creation you made.Rip it apart,it only wounds the truest hearts,to see it as a work of art.I won't laugh or tease you, I swear,I will
You Can or Can'tYou can take back your earrings,You can take back your rings,You can take back your necklace,You can take back your commitments,You can take back your expectations,You can take back your duty,all in the vow in the promises we make.These things can be given and handed back,without the chains that always seem to never slack.Yet I wonder how can I have my heart back,if understanding is painted in black...Or how I can get back the past,without it biting me the ass...Or how to get back the trust,returning with shine and not rust..But then I realize,I can never love a different man again,or have the past in my hands..Or have trust resurfacing further from the dust.I don't want to love and have sex with the same man,or befriend the past as a old friend,Or have trust in different hands,But mistakes ought to be learnand to never be repeated again.
TheaPenn and I were the same,enjoying the curse and it's game.Slaughtering those for our survival,Swimming in natures biggest potion,Using our talents to our benefits,All in our worst days of fame.Aggie and Gia did not.Although they practiced what we followed,they retained their humanity in the battles they fought.They were kind and gentle,sweet and compassionate,makes me wonder how they were still sirens,with humanity running deep within their heart beats.I wish I knew a different way,to live in this playI am ashamed I say,for ending lives that haunt me today.Their hearts were my food,satisfying the hunger and strength,rendering me to be in a better mood.A selfish reason at another expense,I didn't even hesitate at the circling fence..I was so dense!And so, I jumped it each and everyday,never realizing my actions would one day turn,and jump back across to see me...You see, I fell in love,a deadly price to pay.I love my sisters dearly,and I vowed to protect the
39. Out Of TimeAt first you didn't noticeplaying without a carebut the clock was always tickingdown with each breath of air.You filled the world with laughterand pranced around with gleelooking for nothing morethan another second to be free.For awhile you thought about itbut it seemed so far awayso you didn't changeor make any plans after today.You drempt up all your ideasand built them into thingssaying they would help youwith whatever life it brings.At last you finally noticethat there is a finish linebut its too late to raceyou're already out of time.You worry about all the thingsthat you hold so dearwondering what will happento you after this last year.
AloneI am aloneAs I walk through the empty hallwayI am aloneAs I accomplish everything on my ownI wish I can reset my life and replayBut I look up at the grey sky and sayI am alone
april seventhtimepresses onwardsIam flattened