Sunday 25 November 2012

"he was scarcely able to manage a few snatches of feeble sleep"

her polished walk
lead doors astray
the living night saw soft voices
reflecting a facade
the right words saw bare skin
turn into valleys and peaks

curved and silky

Eyes on top of eyes
reflect on each other
still
light catches
then dissapears
quick breathes
sync in rhythm
hold onto the light of day
like a lonely stranger
occupying ones bed.


The Gerbis - (iv) stand our lyrics- "There's a cold bed in my room tonight/ you make it colder/ colder then the moon light/ never thought it could be/ not have as cold as me/ sitting on the front porch trying to find the melody that will make you love me.

Friday 19 October 2012

reocurring imagery/recyled poems

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Its early morning the buzz of an alarm clock see’s Levi stolen from a dream, he sits and ponders, sharp images run threw his head, a fragmented story, no beginning no end.  He looks at the clock reminding himself once more that it’s to early to be up. The tile floor is freezing on his feet he hops along, his best attempt to keep off the cold.

He finds himself in the shower memorized by the steam, its playing tricks on him, now he’s focused on his dream, on patterns hidden in the fog before his eyes.  His thoughts whirl away like a autumn leaf before a storm lifting from his mind like the sun coming out of the clouds and just like a good song time passes quick. He find himself deep within a forest hues of orange, red and yellows stretch over the horizon like a yawn, a bird calls out, its echo moves along the trees like a whisper as if nature was communicating with itself. He carries on forward weary of his direction, a few leaves get caught in a breeze, he lets their path choose his direction, almost in trance he hopeless follows in between trees, over a hill until suddenly the wind drops, the leaves fall as if they had just taken their last breath.

Levi makes his way to a small clearing in the distance, his feet heavy he carries on forward snapping the branches under his boots. His eyes seem strained, his energy low his eyes begin to flutter as if the sun has turned into a strobe light, his mind drifts in and out just like a solider with a fatal wound on the beaches of Normandy, his mind grasps at the little light left refusing to let go, but his mind begs for black, for thoughtlessness.

Levi falls to his knees he rubs his eyes, his last attempt to save his mind from darkness, he takes a deep breath in, and before the air can escape from his lungs he is enveloped in black.  A kaleidoscope of colours fill Levis mind with a distorted image, it twists and turns bending not quite breaking, it playing tricks on him, an instant mirage born from a previous thought, laid waste by the darkness that has taken over his body.  A big exhale and the air his lungs was hiding pushes out his mouth like a fast moving train, he is awake back in reality and still in the shower, the water now cold as the ground he hopped along in the morning has fully awaken him, the stream now gone he rubs his eyes once more and gets out of the shower. Fog covers the mirror his index finger draws shapes and patterns uncovering a true life distorted image with each stroke more of his reflection is reveled. He closes his eyes for just a second and when he opens them he is back in the forest on his back yellow seeps down from the sky soaking him in warm light, the suns rays shine through him giving him the energy to carry on.

Levi is back on his feet making his way to the clearing ahead, the wind has caught a few more leaves they fall beneath his feet colouring the ground in a beautiful collage. The trees begin to open up and he can now hear the faintness of water, Levi carries onward unsure of what lays ahead. He is almost at the clearing the quiet hum of the water has now turned into a roar a endless stream of water falls from above crashing into a pool of beauty and once again Levi’s focus remains on the fog raising up from the bottom of the waterfall, he begins to drift away again but catches himself and then he remembers by not remembering how on earth did he get here.

A deep panic sets in, followed by a shortness of breath. He looks around aimlessly punch drunk the opening in the clearing is now gone, everything looks the same, he spins like a top, circling looking for anything that would have any resemblance maybe if I trace my steps… He franticly searches his pockets he pulls out a tightly rolled joint and a single match. No wallet no I.D he begins to question who he is, if the person he thought he was ever existed, a little shaken he takes a seat by the waterfall he has always been drawn to water as long as he can remember, there was something calming about it, Levi begins to relax and decides to light up the joint.

He takes a deep inhale he lets the smoke invade his lungs he holds it then comes a agitated exhale a cloud of smoke tries to occupy the vast outdoors he watches it evaporate. Levi is now stuck on Orange and red the burning amber lights up the air around it the more he breathes in, the more the light explodes Its catches him looking, it traps him there he starts to follow its movements transfixed he dare not look away hopelessly trapped he gets lost in your own thoughts realizing that he is back in his bathroom staring at his reflection.

Wednesday 17 October 2012

cast the ghosts away

She walks to bed afraid
heavy
her shoulder steadies
almost feeble
she hides from fear
Marcela's eyes a living dark
pushing within a hiding head
shadows choosing shapes behind her back
its dark in there
the house freezes
counting the shapes
unfamiliar steps
Marcela's thrown
grasps at the hallway
ghosts threatening high
stuck on old photographs
pouring her eyes open
a fiery black
on the floor wrapped in a blanket
painful eyes row


Disapear today

Quickly and calm
the entire house cramped with boots
each whisper fit
like snow covering in the night
mind glows against trudges
not face
through reluctance voice
her mind deep
her talk is next
Lindsey peels
Marcela slips out
ignores the night
she can swish seven faces
trudges of aisle
from whipser seat desperation
pleading
Marcela entire voice


steps in the night

under a humming dream
beautiful seconds within a echo
she's haunted
shapes at her feet
something dark
a quiet hum hits like a echo
there is no surface
just a beautiful panic
shapes every instance
above a stark inky cool

 (Taken from a short story by Lisa. R which was put into a cut up machine to make this poem) 





Chad Vangaalen-Ripped Islands Stand out lyric

Sunday 18 March 2012

tenir à la bleu dans tes yeux

white fills the sky
catches limitless patterns on my glasses
obstructing my view of the world
the light of the city
sees a glow on your face
feel your hand clasp into mine
your lips on my cheek
the warmth of your whisper
pushes your sweet voice into me





swan lake- are you swimming in her pools? stand out lyric "if your still there when it snows will you still be there when it goes will you still be there when its time to fill the pools again will you be coming back here"

you have the free will, to not have a choice




an exorcism for breakfast
spoon feed your children
with the rath of god
shove your views down the throats
of the seeds you planted
teach them not to think
to live in a path
god choose for them

Tuesday 13 March 2012

open











Richard Feynman on honours

l'espace crée une distance...

your sent fills this room
you are gone
yet you linger
stuck on your eyes
I can still hear you laugh
with your hair in your face
smiling

the books-take time stand out lyric-"Something is happening which is not happening at all."

"the streets wet, you can tell by the sounds of the cars"

rain showers down in disarray
water hits the streets in a strange beat
the city has come alive at natures will
my thoughts whirl away
like a autumn leaf before a storm
lifting from my mind
like the sun coming out of the clouds

the strokes modern age stand out lyric " Oh in the sun, sun having fun, it's in my blood  I just can't help it, don't want you here right now Let me go, wooooooooo Darlin' let me go go go go go go go go"

Monday 12 March 2012

another day to explore



time keeps track of
minutes
numbers
and seconds
a new day is born
counting to
86 400


caught a thought threw a net, felt it slowly disappear

big yellow and blues
turn into greens
they light up the sky
explode and scatter
evaporating as they separate

dirty three hope (instrumental) 

"I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me"

met you in the night
cold hands warmed by a stranger
breath stands out in the cold
your eyes imprinted in my mind
smiles weave their way home
my cold hands light up your eyes
shine through me
hidden under your covers
a ghostly night


do make say think-In mind Stand out lyric "you have to leave them behind you should keep that in mind and when you keep that in mind you'll find a love as big as the sky"


Saturday 4 February 2012

follow the light


Light flashing over head
spreads like a yawn over the hill
As if arms stretched
it reaches out to you
a guided path
straight to the unknown
like moths to a flame


The Inbreads north window stand out
lyric I share my room with flowersThat bloom cos my window faces north