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