Out in the Park, on the bike, the chain whipping past
The last throws of summer, before the chilling winter blast.
The squirrels run amuck through the leaves loud as thunder
Are they having fun, yes this thought I do wonder.
I saw a murder in the Park, of course it was crows
And I must have counted 20 or 30 of those.
The sound is was haunting, eerie, spooky, yet cool
I can tell that old Alfred was far from a fool.
The light is waning and night draws closer still
Remember these thoughts, I always will.
Don’t you hate trying to write poetry? It seems like you get stuck in this silly rhyming and it never ends. I know that there are other styles and I never seem to find the time to actually explore them enough to learn their form. Sometimes I just want to capture those feelings in words for posterity sake.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
not again....
Well I guess it was always inevitable, I mean after all it is my mind.
Needed sleep before going back into work.
Settled in and told myself...."We need to get some sleep"
the next 3 hours where like Sunday dinner at an Italian Families house...( No Offense because you will agree it is true)
It was like 20 different conversations all going on at the same time with each one competing to be heard over the rest. Each one escalating louder and louder.
Oh sure three was the occasional pause as a new course came out, but it was short lived and then back at it full bore.
It has been awhile and perhaps I though ( mistakenly of course ) that I could simple quiet them all and get a short nap, but I was WRONG.
It was like trying to rationalize with a bunch of two year old children. Although they may have been more receptive.
I thought I would just revisit this here since my friend R&V always laugh about "Just do it" or "Just breathe"
well off to argue with the minions once again
Needed sleep before going back into work.
Settled in and told myself...."We need to get some sleep"
the next 3 hours where like Sunday dinner at an Italian Families house...( No Offense because you will agree it is true)
It was like 20 different conversations all going on at the same time with each one competing to be heard over the rest. Each one escalating louder and louder.
Oh sure three was the occasional pause as a new course came out, but it was short lived and then back at it full bore.
It has been awhile and perhaps I though ( mistakenly of course ) that I could simple quiet them all and get a short nap, but I was WRONG.
It was like trying to rationalize with a bunch of two year old children. Although they may have been more receptive.
I thought I would just revisit this here since my friend R&V always laugh about "Just do it" or "Just breathe"
well off to argue with the minions once again
Monday, October 19, 2009
Phoenix -1901
Lyrics to 1901 :
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.
It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling
Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.
It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling
Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Autumn - where has the magic gone.
The trees are changing into their winter wear…leaves of colours and branches bare.
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
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