When we make love
The elephants dance in Africa
She spoke in the distance
Her voice sweet insistance
Hands kneading neck hairs
In the back row
Words of love broadcast
On stage reciting a poem
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
New Age Rhetoric
Usual conundrum
New age talk and chatter
Throw the cards
Their karma to scatter
Speaking to the dead
That rest sedentary
What's to come for you?
A partner to bury
Light from years away
Still signals, a note
We crane our necks agape
Expelling our last breaths
New age talk and chatter
Throw the cards
Their karma to scatter
Speaking to the dead
That rest sedentary
What's to come for you?
A partner to bury
Light from years away
Still signals, a note
We crane our necks agape
Expelling our last breaths
Out of Business
Whose misery are you making?
Fields of tea
Poverty wage, labour picking
From inside a cage
Sit for a meal
Of pork and compliance
Pig's tail cut
Farming defiance
What's my beef?
Developers' golden stain
Chinese exporters
Singin' in the acid rain
Sacred and pure seething
Micro managed
Out of their shacks
Air unworthy of breathing
Fields of tea
Poverty wage, labour picking
From inside a cage
Sit for a meal
Of pork and compliance
Pig's tail cut
Farming defiance
What's my beef?
Developers' golden stain
Chinese exporters
Singin' in the acid rain
Sacred and pure seething
Micro managed
Out of their shacks
Air unworthy of breathing
Friday, February 12, 2010
Rumours
Some whispers say what
You don't normaly hear
What fate has in store
In waves and fear
A dagger's weight
Its innocent grip
Saved for a day
Foothold's slip
When substance seeks
Itself, a match
Comforting is nature
Of truth unwrapped
You don't normaly hear
What fate has in store
In waves and fear
A dagger's weight
Its innocent grip
Saved for a day
Foothold's slip
When substance seeks
Itself, a match
Comforting is nature
Of truth unwrapped
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sommer skjult
Sommer fugl
Gylden kule
Bevistløs glade
Varm tænknings bade
Kys til luften
Ånd klippe klyften
Tung byger
Våger og ryger
En hvide tæppe blæser
Som et drøm
Nord jyske klitter
Gliderne hook orm
Gylden kule
Bevistløs glade
Varm tænknings bade
Kys til luften
Ånd klippe klyften
Tung byger
Våger og ryger
En hvide tæppe blæser
Som et drøm
Nord jyske klitter
Gliderne hook orm
Goth blood
Lethal venom
Corsing through my veins
Bleeding blackness
Leaving stains
Millenia deep
Murdurous bed
Dark soul's sleep
Gothic dread
Corsing through my veins
Bleeding blackness
Leaving stains
Millenia deep
Murdurous bed
Dark soul's sleep
Gothic dread
Friday, January 1, 2010
Maya
If all is illusion
Why not act that way?
And not bathe for days
In goods and duka?
The many languages
And all the knowledge
Purport to be it
But they're not that!
And nature, what then
When a tree rustles
Shirking off the world
From out of its soil?
The work of nature
Only adoring the sun
That shines on beasts
As they are one
To say we're cursed
Would be a mild prognosis
A collection submersed
In perpetual over doses
Why not act that way?
And not bathe for days
In goods and duka?
The many languages
And all the knowledge
Purport to be it
But they're not that!
And nature, what then
When a tree rustles
Shirking off the world
From out of its soil?
The work of nature
Only adoring the sun
That shines on beasts
As they are one
To say we're cursed
Would be a mild prognosis
A collection submersed
In perpetual over doses
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