ordinary alone
cold and falling
making a brief splash
glimpsing those before
symmetry sings
white light listening
moment of solitude
abating memory
the ocean deep
murmuring blue greens
together we weep
together we sing
Together we Arise
cult
culture
belonging blindly
to a group
to a cause
part of
not a follower
embedded in
not observer of
a way of ding [woof pavlov]
a way of learning
a way of behaviour
a control system
people bully those
whom they choose
and accuse of
not doing it right
disobeying
the rules we wrote down
we agreed over the decades
consolidated [...]
Word of the Day for Sunday January 2, 2004
Somewhat Time-Lord-ish to return and ponder,
that date, that day in distant past,
Pondering over, onwards and lets say together, please,
“galumph” again, “galumph” good, one more time ,“Gal-Umph!”
Pronunciation for you at the back \guh-LUHM(P)F\,
Yes?, Bertrand! it’s [...]
but as for me I sit far back,
knowing that so much I lack,
alone on windy night I walk,
my heart in bitter whispers talks,
‘the world is against you,
you cannot win,
don’t bother trying,
they won’t let you in’
keeper of chains and keys
steps out of darkness into the everyday
lion and horse sit amused
falling alone
the world a spin
colours dance
the ground so close
the floor a stairway
hard and cold
rising up
with no embrace
or kiss to face
it cares not that I fall
unremarkable human
unbalanced and alone
we all go down
some brothers in arms
some help on its way
caring voices echoing
memories push towards [...]
on this ledge I sit
feet dangling
for no support exist
I clambered up here
as a kid of 6
holding a cake
and making a wish
soon now at 42
the wish will come down and all
will be true
I believe
I am right
I will be paid
for all the nights
the snow [...]
A foot on the wharf,
a foot in the boat,
going from priceless and invaluable,
from heart warmth and love,
to chilled cheddar cheese,
served on a salver,
now we can sit and talk about value,
ahh, we talk about the love,
but, I can see his shadow,
beyond the doors,
his [...]
shadows boxing,
slices of my soul,
shadows deep,
light hiding bright,
across the path,
my chosen way,
I must decide,
I must dance,
I must say.
I must decide.
I must Dance.
I must Say.
I wonder
what do the corridors of power look like?
who and whom walk there?
and what shoes do they wear?
do they take alternates and a spare?
are they alone?
should we care?
where will all the corridors lead?
when to begin, when to run, when to lay down?
I [...]
