Sunday 30 April 2017
Saturday 29 April 2017
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
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
Saturday 25 March 2017
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)
Friday 6 January 2017
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