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Akoshan Farewell
..
My friend who I have not seen
for oh so many years said, do remember when
We played around the campfire
you with your fiddle, me with my ax...
There was one song you never taught me
you know the one I'm talking about?

Yes, I recall, hell of a thing to ask a cripple boy
who cant hold a bow or tears long enough to show you

*listens*

:rose::rose:
 
sleep -
damned steathy thief
kidnapper of lively limb
wrapper
of mind rolled in
diaphanous dreams
where belief's suspended
lutes
upended
and alice finds the mirror's slick illusion
 
the rain has settled in
on a cool breeze
and the evensong begins
blest notes
 
In all the best of these, her heart
beating in counterpoint out of her eyes
I could have waited a lifetime for that moment
 
Fixing The Tractor

Solanoid to starter
wire to wire for
the elusive spark i search
as the stoical rain
I accuse of malevolence
falls sermon-like
on unfaithful ears.
Somewhere in between
all the colours and switches
the voltage is lost
and finally, dressed in
blood, sweat, and grease
so is my hope.
creaking and aching to
to my rise, to my rain
I see you there
eyes through the rose bush
barely bloomed
and i smile sadly
capitulating that somethings
I just can't fix.
 
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Solanoid to starter
wire to wire for
the elusive spark i search
as the stoical rain
I accuse of malevelence
falls sermon-like
on unfaithful ears.
Somewhere in between
all the colours and switches
the voltage is lost
and finally, dressed in
blood, sweat, and grease
so is my hope.
creaking and aching to
to my rise, to my rain
I see you there
eyes through the rose bush
barely bloomed
and i smile sadly
capitulating that somethings
I just can't fix.

Loved it
...
as the stoical rain
I accuse of malevolence
 
sleep -
damned steathy thief
kidnapper of lively limb
wrapper
of mind rolled in
diaphanous dreams
where belief's suspended
lutes
upended
and alice finds the mirror's slick illusion

hmmmn


and alice finds the mirror holds no charms (?)

grrr



The Mirror Held No Charm

The garden seemed
lovely, with its row
on row of hungry lilies
roaring out their dislike of
her not being planted,
and the movement of the
chessboard pieces was
cute while they remained
their proper size, but running
in place and train rides with
goats quickly seemed the
least of the troubles to be
found in the land behind
the glass. She became Queen
just in time.
 
So what say you, smithpeter?
does my silence strain your ears or soothe,
engender hostility or hope that something new will emerge
from all that was spilled before
:sigh:
I believe it's all gone; my songs expired,
made mute by contentment and complacency
placing these pictures in my mind that words will never paint
nor I in any other medium of contemporary style
:(
 
So what say you, smithpeter?
does my silence strain your ears or soothe,
engender hostility or hope that something new will emerge
from all that was spilled before
:sigh:
I believe it's all gone; my songs expired,
made mute by contentment and complacency
placing these pictures in my mind that words will never paint
nor I in any other medium of contemporary style
:(

Contentment and complacency
The richest blessing and the greatest curse to all but a basket weaver.
I liked this warning much
 
So what say you, smithpeter?
does my silence strain your ears or soothe,
engender hostility or hope that something new will emerge
from all that was spilled before
:sigh:
I believe it's all gone; my songs expired,
made mute by contentment and complacency
placing these pictures in my mind that words will never paint
nor I in any other medium of contemporary style
:(

oh oh...

:eek:

voice-eater -
swapping one need for another
how can that ever work
if he's left pining for the other?

rather swallow my own tongue
than render his useless

meh
i don't believe it's all gone flat
my own, f'rinstance
is taking a break
it'll be back
and maybe his muse is confused
being used to coming from such unhappy climes
*sigh*
guess we all need those shadows
to create 3-D
 
5000 mile blues

I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby
sleep wouldn't soothe my plight
tossed and tossed and turned
sand man come save me

I tried to sleep last night
but no dreams would come
laid down and closed my eyes
turned out out the light
oh Jan come save me

Awake in the endless miles
that yawn between us
writing down these lonely words
oh baby, baby, baby,
send sleep to save me

I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby
 
I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby
sleep wouldn't soothe my plight
tossed and tossed and turned
sand man come save me

I tried to sleep last night
but no dreams would come
laid down and closed my eyes
turned out out the light
oh Jan come save me

Awake in the endless miles
that yawn between us
writing down these lonely words
oh baby, baby, baby,
send sleep to save me

I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby

my baby sings in blues
but the world's a cool globe
so small a distance between us two
blueman pours a glass
of water sweet to soothe
and yellow plays a lullaby of wish-full notes
he's missing you, too,
broadcasts across the aether
hang on in there, harry

and i'll hold you, mister, close and calm
i'll love love rock my baby
 
my love is the slow root
deep underground
holding us fast
all unseen

my love is the green that sprouts
fresh and new
eager to revel in unaccustomed space
reaching towards the light

my love is the crumpled petal
that damply unfurls
dewy and bright
face to the sun

my love is the seed that sets
the fruit that blooms
the parachuting dandy-fluff
broadcasting life in regeneration

my love is the shrivel and wither
the ochres and rust reds
the husk and the scrape
that return to their roots to sleep a dream of white
 
my love is the slow root
deep underground
holding us fast
all unseen

my love is the green that sprouts
fresh and new
eager to revel in unaccustomed space
reaching towards the light

my love is the crumpled petal
that damply unfurls
dewy and bright
face to the sun

my love is the seed that sets
the fruit that blooms
the parachuting dandy-fluff
broadcasting life in regeneration

my love is the shrivel and wither
the ochres and rust reds
the husk and the scrape
that return to their roots to sleep a dream of white
..
You have to sub this one.....
 
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