turkey

Budgies looking in the mirror / Turkey has to lose
Step right up to a conversation   Something has to progress., sooner or later before the world runs out of patience , goes all separate ways     Destination  Nostalgic days when we  remember vaguely
so little of so much
sights and sounds and touch   Intimacy the missing glue
Budgies looking in the mirror See outsides clearer But others hold it to our selves Makes it harder to ignore
we live only if we choose to     Mostly we refuse to Looking to exterior ulteriors To enthuse
We gain whilst we actually lose
and then the blame is not for god
or other's footsteps trod but ours and ours alone A dog with a bone but no one to play with waiting for the day this part becomes whole  I dont want much - I just want it all
someone to share it with another budgie perhaps x  Scott





the worms and the trees
Worms digging in the firt of the left behinds of what you find and leave
But mind you dont forget the blind because they have not mind
They cannot see when they have no need  If they therefore cannot read the seed of the written can not find  him smitten by the thoughts of another Its mother is invention  Its self is merely replay of  mathematical credence
Mind you dont want for what the worms have
Which plant or tree has grown from seed that wanted to be another entity
A man, a bird, a fish?
We all must find a piece of mind that what wilkl be will be
See we free ourselves when we accept captivity to destiny
Do you agree?
We envy as we enter a guity plee

Scott W jan09

MOre

Maisy in flower still life / muse for painting

   the missing glue
  Step right up to a conversation  
Something has to progress., sooner or later
      before the world runs out of patience ,
goes all separate ways    
Destination  Nostalgic days when we  remember vaguely
so little of so much
sights and sounds and touch  

Intimacy the missing glue
Budgies looking in the mirror See outsides clearer
 But others hold it to our selves
Makes it harder to ignore
we live only if we choose to    
Mostly we refuse to

Looking to exterior alteriors To enthuse
We gain whilst we actually lose
and then the blame is not for god
or other's footsteps trod but ours and ours alone
A dog with a bone but no one to play with
waiting for the day this part becomes whole  I dont want much - I just want it all
someone to share it with another budgie perhaps x  Scott

On a lighter note    maybe I'll romance you in a boat
with a scarf and some pretty pretty notes
spin a web to draw you close   and a poem floating on the frame
they dance on to throw caution to the solitary winds and invite you in to somewhere real Be someones in a somewhere  . . . .  you know?
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S.woodhouse 2016

- the anti heroe's freak flag
.... Ulimately a success story for failures...... The EMPEROR in his new clothes unaware of his naked form on display .... as if,in a dream, about to make the "I have a dream" speech for the ages to the whole world, with a blank canvas his mind, no words to save him and a robe of denial shielding his fragile ego from the unrecoverable vulnerability to be revealed to all.... safe in this bubble he rambles about floating air filled spheres blown about on the breath of whispering gossips, always happy for others to take the fall under the intent gaze of those enjoying the luxury of looking out from within, in orbits around the centre of attention they happily are not ..... the irony in the multitudes gathered AND not one is ACTually present. 

So if a tall man falls from the dizzy heights of ego in a forest of gawking voyeurs swaying in the breeze does he really fall at all?

I notice one man stands to the side of the rabble making his own observations upon mine - made to unravel of the very nature of it's mystery , and the philiosophical ramifications that might ensue clapping with one hand .
You strain to hear its tune to answer a riddle of the ages unmatched by mind of man as yet but you are waking and its fading memory, dissolving with shards of light that merge to forget the shadow of night, a brilliant day bleaching the lessons to be learnt shiny clean. Pages and pages of nothing no pictures nor words upon this book the legacy of man..... 

Mother looks on the scene ..... un phased encouraged by the dependable and ever returning rays because she aint about to lose to some L O S E R least not today



Sept 2013 S.Woodhouse - Lose -(c) w & M S.W 1996)

ggg

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UPloads from Iphone Pix art n scapes and colour

1.  z  If I don't get it wrong this time (345 pro)
   
   I'm done going to war
   with Hims n hers
   hymns and furs kill the vibe
   of life's hum drones for drones bones to ash
   fire to fade
   Life is shorter still these things that fill our times is how life is made
   shines are dulled
   I won't stand idol by
   the final sigh will not be repeated
   when I breath my body smiles
   I want to touch with the efforts of living
   a while
   
   If you have a way
   then you're on your way.
    The odds are good , but the goods are odd

1. 

 

"I don't want much I just want it all"

1  Knowing you you would have
     Thought         it could be done
     Thought come from da thinker
     Nought come from  the son

2      So try then to move it
      So pry then to    prove it
       Littluns cry till you smooth it
        over

 3    Until its over over over and done
       the turkey is dead and the humans have won
      Maybe another time there will be pardon
       for the feathered ones

        (  catching some catching some sun the rays the magician draws upon
        painting milky way and night-caps above bassinets To trick you yet)

 Bridge       A deal was made to calm the town
                   The turkey has to lose this round
   
(And that is what must be and will you see Decisions like these no domain of you n me)
      
4-         its a sign from above and the sign is a blade
            and the blades on the end of an axe that you made
           Final acts the final axe common down
           sever your head from your backbone
           your thoughts all alone

Bridge    Turkey has to lose this round
             someone has  to play the clown
            someone always has to go down
            someones left with their hospital gown
             Flappin in the wind

Chorus        Budgies Lookin in the mirror
           Budgies Lookin in the mirror
           Budgies Lookin in the mirror

 A similar Mind

It may have been a lonely Sunday night
But I went walking into the light
The glow of a similar mind
and arms and lips and hips kept time
For at least a quarter of the time it takes to make a day
celebrated the way of happy co-incidences
That blur  regretable incidents and accidents
Allowing us to move forward
Just don't wreck it by saying words that come from insecurity
Celebrate serendipity
Don't try to own it
Later you will outgrow it or it will outgrow you.

Scott W dec 08

  DEFROSTERS OF THE FROZEN  2014 S/W

I ovation inside for people who choose to colour greys
with adjective views
peacocks amongst the mean
Masses are minor birds mediocre and clinging to a station.
Like they are bathing in glory        while the real story
here is the diving down upon freedoms that hold as god given rights
yet must be fought for and sought out  they are not not given light  ly   
by fate  but taken by one,  the seeker of a life less chosen become
defrosters of the frozen
imposters at the show n fosterers of the woven  
not the mass produced ruler of the roost, with the silence of the sure ,
the way of legion does not translate to more
for most but less
and poor sleep in million dollar beds of distraction 
with passion for fleeting and frivolous fornification of whispering plagorists repeating mistakes in sepia maternity wards rehash fading to blizzard
white noise of meaning less       meaning less seeming dressed up in this seasons same
no reason game        with hollow victories .
…short in the living shallow sick to these unsatisfying,
ungiving asperations
stacked on slayed fables of patience and opportunity for mindful contemplations
left in famine skin and bones on the wayside of the fast lane
markers and warnings sorely needed
mostly unheeded and every arrogance of repeaters adds a grain of sand to the wind that covers them up
Long lost tunes faintly echo the dunes Drowned out by the sounds of mindless pop Shiny bubbles of modernity that entrance a short lived romance whose only promise is distraction till it bursts and leaves us slippery truth slides right off
A man gone soft his cough    and just one more cigarette
nov
                              2014 S/W 

 I followed her in

From the light My delight at the warm after cold
Down the river where I am sold
Into the dark I followed to where
 a care is a whisper and youth is gold
But you are old and worthless
Affirmations are empty and hold
no promises to save you
And the strength that I gave you Emptied from me
Like a tide rushing into a river from the sea
And I watched you leave
Single-minded and forgetful
Like you never came
But I was left to remember
Reminded of her singleminded escape
While My plan too late  left behind a rusty gate as bait
For Regret

sw09