from one to one
choosing
to be self-defined
musing
held in some regard
repeating
judged to have erred
misleadingmay
Bollox to the stream of consciousness
It is but a passing trend
Like all things to all people
The idea …
from one to one
choosing
to be self-defined
musing
held in some regard
repeating
judged to have erred
misleadingmay
Bollox to the stream of consciousness
It is but a passing trend
Like all things to all people
The idea …
you’ve come this far doing what you can
don’t forget to turn the lights off when you leave
your master plan is an also-ran
and you know just about as much as you are led to believe…
Stars beyond the street lights
Ice settled on the road
December silently cold
Tell tale signs of a heart on fire
Will it keep me warm on the way home?
Make up for lost jackets and hours?
Or will it …
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G E F
Fell out of a window
G E F
Fell way out into the sea
Where waves of isolation
Drag everything away from me
Thought I heard a bird sing
But it was your alarm …
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Leave your shack,
Can’t look back,
Feet falling as they cover cracks
Time to move my mindset, and move it right
Fight the dying rays of this fading light
So you’re so young now
But it won’t last …
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Am G F#/G
If you had heard half a song,
Turned and went to run,
A road that stretches on and on,
Before your days are done.
If you had listened for a while,
Felt the …
Sleepwalking,
Eavesdropping-
Move on by
Keep talking,
Eyes moving,
Come on in.
Still standing,
Crash landing,
Cannot fly
Find something
Gone missing,
Now and then.…
flatline flatline
everybody’s lost time
flatline fast crime
find fault- all mine
now repeat after me
what a shock it was
no respect left to see
and don’t ask because
spent kids, spent kids,
can’t you pay the rent kids…
the instructions are buffered
he noted we muttered–
we are tourists in our own lives,
and passing through with parsing eyes,
already out of date.
We were best before–
We are best before,
the instructions are stored,
and …
Oily edged liquidy sickness.
Cold fingers holding gut,
Coiling a knot and not knowing it.
Not knowing it,
Not knowing anything
Instant Education in remission
Value multiplied by time
Meaning and significance,
Laid side by side in brine…
Mottos and …
crunch it up and throw it out
where it is when you’re not about
driving home and i’m driving on
with a head of air in sand
Buried there by my own hand
Tear it off and burn it down…
Trundling a bundle on,
Pushing the covered wagon
Feet dragging, toes digging into the earth.
The sun obscured and hidden
Dry throat rasping in the parched air
Music retreats in the distance
Fumbling the simple things
Staying distant and affected…
contact,
no contact-
slip away
counting,
no counting-
not today
closer,
no closer-
giving way
trying,
not trying-
hard to say
packed bags
picking scabs
stood too still to stay
the past chimes
with future crimes
built from the same …
Reality crunchin downwards,
Spitting shards strike pure.
Sudden-stop momentum,
Heart now moved for sure.
Motion burned in anger,
Vented in vacant space.
Twisted waiting danger,
Resltess smiling face
Instinct taking over,
Trust suspended low.
The self withheld and sober,
The …
Pain is a funny thing,
Screaming voice to stop
Whatever you are doing
Now until it leaves
Many different types
Gangs of mutual enemies
Super villan collections
For every possible weakness
Like everything bar habit
Quickly forgotten,
State of being…
Forget
For old times sake
Forget
Let the self dissolve
Stand in the river of time and pay attention
No preaching now
Only
Reaching out and leaning
Windswept and honest
Neglect
For no one cause
Questions raindrops keeping pace
Osmosis …
in from the wild
the cold, the child
a signal born
a signal filed
when everything you do or say
is recorded, reported, distorted
when everything you touch today
is broken, mislaid, contorted
and everyone you try to turn to…
Not as if it’s real work either,
hunched over a keyboard
Trying not to drift
To another website found forgotten
What I wouldn’t give for the ache of an honest day
Shovelling shit into a ditch or aiming some loud …
Hand to foot in mouth,
Leg to lean about
Clumsy stilted awkward tries
Arm to shoot and point
Head to air annoint
Relaxed forgetful onward flies
hand to foot in mouth
Voice to cast it out
Surprise surmised in medium …
Since nobody reads anything except the headlines, I can put anything here in the body. Since the world is a stagnent overflow of steaming information, I can expect to be lost in its mass. My, hasn’t everything changed so much …