Posts tagged word shaping
Obey
No running, no jumping, no smoking, no dogs, no food or drink. Do
not feed pigeons, do not go on the grass, do not lean on the glass.
Obey rules
or be
the one
locked away and cast out by the
pillars of society.The pillars of society that
put up signs, introduce laws, erect gates, raise
walls and get to judge what you can and can’t
do. And we obey. We obey because
there is little choice but to obey. Like sheep, we
blindly follow the few who lead us.
New day new rule,
new word
we’ll obey.
They say our right
to speak our minds is
still in tact
yet now
we are fined
for the tiny act
of a cursed word. They sell us
smokes but sue us
if we try smoking in
any public place. See
how these laws
are not
a thing of logic if
they are put forward alone,
why do we treat them as logic when they
are given to us en-masse? Why can so few decide if we
run when we want to, change the words to “Ba ba black sheep” or
remove entire words from our vocabulary? We are too old to have to
obey a nanny.
A real shooting star
I
can
picture
clearly in
my mind all of the
events of that night even
now so long after it occurred.
It was a warm, summer night and I reclined
on the inner tube of a tractor tyre in the wading pool
in my backyard. Hardly a setup worthy of a resort but laying
back looking at the stars while the water sloshed away eased my
nerves and was therapeutic in ways I could not explain. On that night,
as I stared at the Milky Way in a cloudless sky, a fiery portal appeared in
the atmosphere right above me. A peep-hole into a furnace that was
so bright it drowned out all the lights in the sky. It started to
move across my vision, slowly at first but gaining speed
as it went. I cannot be sure if the tail I saw grow out
of it was burned in the sky or burned into the
back of my eyes but as it moved it left a
glowing trail right across the sky. For a
time I knew the end of the world had
come. When this ball touched down
my life would explode and then,
then it was gone.
The worst witchery
A
witch
resides
in, hides
in the wee
corners of
my mind. She casts
spells that wash
all original thought
away leaving
me with a
hollow husk
of the creative
structure I would
normally build
on to continue living happily. Each
time she conjures beasts to devour my muse, I have
to rescue the savaged muse from the beast’s bored and ambivalent teeth.
While I nurse the muse back to health, attending to her every need, I am
completely unable to focus on any
other activity. I must wait hand
and foot on her because
she is my everything. She
is the reason I wake every day
and the witch that resides inside
my mind knows that the best way
to hurt me is to
hurt her.
Cruising on the breeze [Tree]
Another
year has gone flying
by but I’m happy here, swaying,
playing in the changing sky. I am at
ease, I’m cruising on the breeze.
In the changing sky, my leaves fly north,
aiming, drifting and dreaming of distant shores but I
am at ease, cruising on the breeze. I don’t have to dream of any
distant lands, I’m more than happy where I am and in perfect
time I sway, as the music comes my way, while I’m cruising
on the breeze. The world it’s changed, day by day but it seems
it rarely, no never goes my way. Yet I’m at ease, I’m just cruising
cruising on the breeze. If I could cry I would shed a tear when I
think of the world without my friends and me, standing here, but I’m
at ease, cruising on the breeze. I can only hope that you’ll see the
light as I can’t raise a hand to fight. I’ll play my music until
the end and join the chorus with my friends. While I stand, I can
help you keep the music in your land, my friend. I can’t help you at all
if you land the final blow and to the Earth I fall. Yet for now, I’m cruising
on the breeze. If I could speak, oh the stories I would tell of how the
friends around me were felled. I can teach you how to stand in harmony
with all the land. I’m at ease, I’m just cruising on the breeze. When
I catch the wind, I whisper to the world as my new foliage unfurls
give back what I give and only use the Earth to live. I’m
at ease cruising on the breeze. I remember the time
I was but one in a long line, but now
I am standing alone, the birds have
all flown.
I’m just
cruising,
swaying,
playing,
praying
on this breeze.
