Sunday, August 06, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
On becoming.. 'The Poem'
I am writing about THIS MOMENT now. When we read this writing of THIS MOMENT then THIS MOMENT will have passed.
But.. a silent cage, built of drawings of sound, will store THIS MOMENT for Ever (as a part of itself).
This silent cage is a vehicle. A portal. A dioramic world..
A transduction valve. A telesmic image. A checkpoint..
'Tis liken to a well. A crystal ball. A dream..
We forget where we are and fall asleep (or rather, forget to remember who we are) – but.. not completely.
Adjective mOrPhS into Injunction - as we.. shapeshift.Thus art thine became, 'The Poem'.
A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).
I am writing about THIS MOMENT now. When we read this writing of THIS MOMENT then THIS MOMENT will have passed.
But.. a silent cage, built of drawings of sound, will store THIS MOMENT for Ever (as a part of itself).
This silent cage is a vehicle. A portal. A dioramic world..
A transduction valve. A telesmic image. A checkpoint..
'Tis liken to a well. A crystal ball. A dream..
We forget where we are and fall asleep (or rather, forget to remember who we are) – but.. not completely.
Adjective mOrPhS into Injunction - as we.. shapeshift.
Thus art thine became, 'The Poem'.
A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).
A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
shades . .
little_owl - 3:00 PM ET January 25, 2006 (#6605 of 6608)
"..us shadows are live!
busy fabricating voids -
which mimic Gods shapes
2d? births 3d -
like a point drags into line
and line smears our birth!
art noir? (them shutters!)
chiaroscuro moments,
silhouette phantoms..
also, we chatter
amongst ourselves & with things -
like human weirdos.."
we talked for hours
about why life is so cool
my shadow and me
when i did wake up
it was a late afternoon
somewhere in Gods thoughts
when shadows set up house their babies are kept in 'shadow-pouches' until they are old enough to go to good (hopefully) homes.. http://www.zyworld.com/DrBernardSButler/Jungs%20M [...] :) summer holidays! ---> http://www.45-rpm.org.uk/dirs/shadows.htm
Saturday, December 31, 2005
RAPPIN' THE UNKNOWN© - 2: oink or oik? (.aka: ballad of a semi-skimmed female mortal.)
she stroke dem thighs yeah
flash telepathically
know what i mean chirp
temperatures risin
her face is unravellin
icicle teeth shine
green cats eyes swivel
language breaks down to vowels
flying saucers right?
so (for earth peoples)
come party babe - bad bad babe!
bling him to dat pulp
flash telepathically
know what i mean chirp
temperatures risin
her face is unravellin
icicle teeth shine
green cats eyes swivel
language breaks down to vowels
flying saucers right?
so (for earth peoples)
come party babe - bad bad babe!
bling him to dat pulp
pic
oy (bullet on stilts) ! you over there in that skimpy grass skirt (and no top) - light some more incense and pass THE freekin drugs and open another bottle of jack daniels (or southern comfort)! come on!!
oy (bullet on stilts) ! you over there in that skimpy grass skirt (and no top) - light some more incense and pass THE freekin drugs and open another bottle of jack daniels (or southern comfort)! come on!!