fallen
the day is done
the party is over
hard work takes us over again
waken!
once was a man
fell foul of the crows
tending his sheep
flinging stones
he forgot his place
on the page
while asleep
they pecked out his eyes
blind and worse unseeing
stumbling through the field of boxes
story of his own making
fretfully seeking ways out
which led inward
"Dio - God. Phase - a distinct period... forming part of something's development." (Wikipedia)
Wednesday 29 August 2012
Friday 24 August 2012
The Danger of Formula
after
breaking the bowl
looking at scenery
smell the scent of the new mown hay
bravely
comely
wearing a smile
covering modesty
ask for nothing I’ll give you all
darling
even
long running road
tales told by idiots
heard by fools who sit on their hands
fearless
going
fed up by day
plagued by the nightmarish
retreating to caverns by night
hopeless
breaking the bowl
looking at scenery
smell the scent of the new mown hay
bravely
comely
wearing a smile
covering modesty
ask for nothing I’ll give you all
darling
even
long running road
tales told by idiots
heard by fools who sit on their hands
fearless
going
fed up by day
plagued by the nightmarish
retreating to caverns by night
hopeless
inking
plate and paper
black and white pressed tightly
giving taking making edges
joyful
kitchen
paper hanging
where does the money go
follow the nightingale’s calling
lament
mourning
wondering why
knowing well the reasons
the mind knows but the heart keeps score
nowhere
open
always be free
never close the doors tight
leave light a little space to come
prayerful
quiet
nearly there now
hush fleet little voices
scurry away daylight coming
running
startled
caught in light
fear is bred in darkness
away and be gone said the moon
tomorrow
unseen
they follow me
pointing to healing light
leading my footsteps to freedom
verily!
wonder
what is to come
hoping it fortunate
trusting it to the hand of god
x-ray
yonder
blue sky of home
forgotten memory
fragments of hopefulness carry
zoned
plate and paper
black and white pressed tightly
giving taking making edges
joyful
kitchen
paper hanging
where does the money go
follow the nightingale’s calling
lament
mourning
wondering why
knowing well the reasons
the mind knows but the heart keeps score
nowhere
open
always be free
never close the doors tight
leave light a little space to come
prayerful
quiet
nearly there now
hush fleet little voices
scurry away daylight coming
running
startled
caught in light
fear is bred in darkness
away and be gone said the moon
tomorrow
unseen
they follow me
pointing to healing light
leading my footsteps to freedom
verily!
wonder
what is to come
hoping it fortunate
trusting it to the hand of god
x-ray
yonder
blue sky of home
forgotten memory
fragments of hopefulness carry
zoned
Monday 6 August 2012
neglected
the weeds, so called
grow and grow
along with everything else
time to redress the balance
stand a bit closer to the earth
soon enough to
join it
but not today
grow and grow
along with everything else
time to redress the balance
stand a bit closer to the earth
soon enough to
join it
but not today
upside down
who knows
no one knows
nothing to know
who says
all says
what says
everything
who hears
all who have ears
hear this
nothing to hear
here
so there there
not now when
again and again
think loops
no escape
then suddenly
‘pop’
goose out of bottle
now we know
sometimes
things are ok
reversely apportioned
in the nick of time all is well
again
no one knows
nothing to know
who says
all says
what says
everything
who hears
all who have ears
hear this
nothing to hear
here
so there there
not now when
again and again
think loops
no escape
then suddenly
‘pop’
goose out of bottle
now we know
sometimes
things are ok
reversely apportioned
in the nick of time all is well
again
Catalogue
Borges' catalogue of catalogues
Russell’s paradox
the barber
the librarian
which librarian sets out to catalogue a library and then angsts about whether to include it or not -
the philosophical librarian of course
but then the philosophical librarian
would hardly embark on such a task
learning early in the day
that there were far more things to be occupying time with
like the notion of time
the notion of notioning
in oceans of space and time
etc.
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
vertical towers
hexagonal
infinite mirrors
Spiegel Im Spiegel
mirror in mirror
in mirror mirror
boxes in boxes
box in box
boxes in boxes
worlds within worlds
russian dolls
infinite series (implied)
on and on
etc. etc.
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
round and round
carry on carrying on
endless cycle
ring cycle
Borodin
Wagner
Hitler
Auschwitz
liver and lights
Sisyphus Prometheus Tantalus and more…
tales of transformation
Part and running down to slow and stop
because it has to eventually
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
stream of consciousness
ocean of dreams
infinite connections
established coordinates
deep memorology
morphology
shapeshifting
shamanic journey
Jung
Freud
consciously or not
raw sate
Texas
beefed up
American dream
economic nightmare
buried alive
Kill Bill
kiddo
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
You put the phone down
no you
no you
you first
no you
see you then
bye
have you gone
now
(laughs)
you first
(both laugh)
no you…
death comes like this
it’s no joke
no one laughs
really
without
the tears run down your face
in the end
finally
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
Russell’s paradox
the barber
the librarian
which librarian sets out to catalogue a library and then angsts about whether to include it or not -
the philosophical librarian of course
but then the philosophical librarian
would hardly embark on such a task
learning early in the day
that there were far more things to be occupying time with
like the notion of time
the notion of notioning
in oceans of space and time
etc.
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
vertical towers
hexagonal
infinite mirrors
Spiegel Im Spiegel
mirror in mirror
in mirror mirror
boxes in boxes
box in box
boxes in boxes
worlds within worlds
russian dolls
infinite series (implied)
on and on
etc. etc.
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
round and round
carry on carrying on
endless cycle
ring cycle
Borodin
Wagner
Hitler
Auschwitz
liver and lights
Sisyphus Prometheus Tantalus and more…
tales of transformation
Part and running down to slow and stop
because it has to eventually
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
stream of consciousness
ocean of dreams
infinite connections
established coordinates
deep memorology
morphology
shapeshifting
shamanic journey
Jung
Freud
consciously or not
raw sate
Texas
beefed up
American dream
economic nightmare
buried alive
Kill Bill
kiddo
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin
You put the phone down
no you
no you
you first
no you
see you then
bye
have you gone
now
(laughs)
you first
(both laugh)
no you…
death comes like this
it’s no joke
no one laughs
really
without
the tears run down your face
in the end
finally
Chorus:
stop
so do
i
period
end
fin