demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/talkAboutDifferences.mp3|titles=Not so Different] we’re not so different, we’re not so far apart so long to the old city, we long for a new start where there are open spaces, to swing an idle thought where we can feel the future, and let ourselves get caught in currents of emotion, away from roads on rising…
Pep Talk (Summertime)
Aimless, thoughtless, unbounded, loosened, ragged… Blast! Gurgling loops, round and round and each curve a little more eroded. No, you are dreaming of entropy again! What is the use? Oh, so that is what you are asking? Is there another? There are always others. Hmmmm, it has seemed clearer. But that first stinging rebuttal comes…
Loading, loading, lost
Sit, sit and be still. Douse that ragged brain in cold water. let it sting until you settle, finally awake. The preacher stands waiting at the gate. Is he coming or going, hearing or telling? With your finger raised to test the wind, you find a right you must defend. That sound? That is the…
Reboot, Reload, Repeat
why is it easier to come up with a new tune than to make an old one better and why do they start to sound the same if you come up with a lot? I need some new dimensions in these tunsions. el demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/reboot.mp3|titles=reboot] Tinsel minstrels battle cries Long term loans short term highs…
What Good Is It Gonna Do Us?
demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/whatgood.mp3|titles=What Good Is it Gonna Do Us?] Running from your lovers to the covers of the others who will tell you they are brothers and then dissapear for ever and they never say, that do they? Calling all the shots to carve a plot with what you got but there is not a real…
Deserting the Circus
demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/desertion.mp3|titles=Deserting the Circus] Hungry hunter hot on your heels, money no good for whatever he steals. Wait now for the moment to come, knots that they tied all coming undone. I ‘d rather get up, I’d rather get out, I’d rather stay quiet, i’d rather not shout- See all these obstacles barriers bone diggers,…
Swell
Swell hell unforgiving unbidden The anchor drags along the sea floor, fish scattering and sand billowing. Deep peace in the dark depths disturbed. Chase up along the wire coils and then bow and boat and wave crests thudding below a rumbling sky. Black clouds snigger as they race each other and dump down heavy bands…
In Need Of…
In need of Distraction, Direction, Redemption. Stripped down, the workmanship laid bare, Twisted knuckles hang in the air. At the doorway, pause, freeze, statue-solid, Like you had never read and your ghost had just disappeared, And armies marched across your grave, And your molecules returned to the stars, Maybe complete, maybe lost beneath. Flipped out,…
To Slowly Grow
demo: [audio:http://donakello.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/toSlowlyGrow.mp3|titles=To Slowly Grow] Waiting, waiting again. Way in, still in to begin. Stranded, abandoned by fate. Handed, my papers too late. Wandered into the wilderness, lost my compass and my map. From point to point I must impress, the scale of things, the beat i tap, The feet i track. Patience, a virtue indeed.…
Effortless
demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/effortless.mp3|titles=Effortless] You make it look so easy, you make it seem so effortless, Forget all the rest. Hopes willing hearts desiring, go filling up with rising sun- The only one. Time’s shackles tied to our souls, sworn to surrender all our softly gained remains and our goals . When it rains it pours down…
Flux Internal
demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/flux2.mp3|titles=Flux Intrernal] The storm around us grows, the window shakes, the curtains blow In a flash I see a pale reflection A bolt of blue lights up the room, and raps of thunder beat their tune In a dash I aim in your direction And suddenly it all subsides, we re-emerge from where we…
I am Not Me
demo:[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/IAmNotMe.mp3|titles=I Am Not Me] Angels aimed at peoples, catching off the steeples with their eyes Turned to face the truth but it is racing for the sunset from the lies I tried to make a difference, but the only good is riddance from your hold I walked along the river banks, until i fell with…
Content
And now he was flying, content pouring from his mind through his fingers into a void and there, late at night aimed at the dawn pouring from his soul, to no-one at all in a state so rehearsed from the previous verse he shakes with some vigour and coughs out a curse oh I could…
Here, or hardly, or highly
a little bit vague no? water calm and soft and a slight blue in the last evening of the year, dog racing from pier to random pier, chasing birds or shadows. So it silently slid by, and what little space is left to grip and drag sheetlike to cover out the draughts. The year is…
Feel
Demo:[audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Feel.mp3|titles=Feel] Pages unturned, prayers unheard, Of nature’s way with broken words. Worth pennies or pounds, you’re buying rounds, For everyone, for everyone Again Long distance line, all doing fine Head held aloft when connections are dropped Go about days in a distracted haze And on again, and on again And You don’t feel like you…
Restless Runaway, Recover!
Restless gestures, patterns unfolding, spikes and holes in patches and rows, a scaled terracced surface that sends you into convulsions of compulsive repulsion. It is one of the gaps, and you are on the edge, and the wild wind blows hard at your back, and your feet unsteady with toes hanging over that distant ugly…
Are you there?
demo: [audio:http://donalkelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/WereYouThere.mp3|titles=Are You There] So you’re deeply seeking to keep awake, Because your dreams are making your days’ life seem fake And you’re disillusioned about all that you have, In the eyes of others you see someone mad. And are you there waiting for me? In this time that we find ourselves we fail to…
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
Night, slouched around the house Well fed fire, glowing in the stove, Machines, humming low on standby. I sit and wait and watch in the in-between hours. Tomorrow will hardly bring answers, But will at least offer new hopes of recovery, And every morning the bandages are changed, the cuts cleaned and washed, But still…
Enter Sand.
Shorn of faith Too bloody serious Dipped a toe in the sea Not funny, just cold, just cold These gadgets do not help… or do they? I certainly feel very connected and in touch. So the absence of attention from people who are not listening is more noticeable. I will fight to improve my share…
and on and on and
and on and on and. pulled from the crowd, blessings beseached now get back to your seat the very most reverend, getting irrelevant but not on this watch a space where we tie our laces and learn how to count suspicious and statistically out of the picture crouched down but the spring in our step…