Now onto more, I am still carrying the lolita virus, it has partially affected my mind. Also today is the first day that my muse is completely in power. It has been fruitful, and i feel more in control of myself surprisingly. however this is only the first day so ... much more is to come.
So why have i been blogging ? and always at the end of my blog i leave a piece of poetry ... ?
I really don't know. When I do I'll get back to you.
Oh !!! and I got an A for PW. I really am happy but at the same time I really somehow seem not to care anymore. It is like as though i have decided that how good i score is no longer a gauge for me anymore. Study though it gets you far in life I have realized that it is no real yardstick to how good one really is or can be. I pray my prejudices do not slip in.
I really intend to read out my poems and record them really soon probably after this then i will post again to post it all up. Quite genius is'nt it...
I am reading Ulysses right now by James Joyce, It is Confusing as hell... not even halfway through and i am already lost. I probably have to restart ... really sickening... slap slap ! Oh and today is good friday ... errr ya ... don;t really know my point but ya it is good friday.
Ok here is a poem, i don't care anymore.
Lights, the light of day
the fray, little stars in the sky
jewels of the heavens
tell the sun of your beauty
walk the cold winters
alone
tread lightly lest you awake the man
who sits beneath the fir trees.
My mind darts back and forth
like a train from Chatsworth to London
confusion breeds
the mixed signals sent, emails.
intelligence
foolish, natured written on paper IQ
falsehood
writing with a fountain pen,
ink all o'er the place
Beauty of the sun
displayed in heacate
Beltane approaches
the season of love
The two great lights dance as we on the earth
prance to the mighty drums of Earth's hollow
The Holly and Oak
mighty and exalted above us all.
we dance
till lost in the sound of the rhythm
the two doves meet
the swans them bowed to each other.
Floundering in madness
the opening of a Merlot 1982 chateau de france
pour into the glass
the rest offer to heaven.
smash on the ground
and open to sky and earth
merge the two into one.
the red dew on the green.
roses bloom
beauty surpassed
picked and thrown into the fire
charred and trampled upon.
cold and dark
the light i stand under flickers
the lamp post hinges on going out
desolate, quiet, on the stony road
I wait I wait
my beating heart still
the screaming silence
and I am there in the ward
abused and stricken
disease bound
no surgeon can cure
yet they cut me up
Slice and dice
the butcher shop
tearing open
my festering body
what a mess they make
they are dogs
they work for Hitler
for Nero, and i try to hide beneath the green curtain.
But still they find it
and rip it out of its place
and put a system in me
mechanize.
I am no more the man
no more the product of the earth
the dust has settled and I rise
a cyborg
Mix of man and god
soil and metal
let the farmer's sharp sickle slice through the wheat
pluck and let live
empowered but hardened
warm cold
heart still beating
beating
in your fist
in your open hand
there there I stand
a rock in the fire.
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