Several weeks pass
tremors
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gone midnight
echoes
my light bulb just flickered out
weird
to light the room with a haloed glow
something's stirring somewhere
you can feel it
If space existed beyond these four walls
I would drop in a pebble
and watch it tumble into the distance
echoes
my light bulb just flickered out
weird
to light the room with a haloed glow
something's stirring somewhere
you can feel it
If space existed beyond these four walls
I would drop in a pebble
and watch it tumble into the distance
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the drummest of dol days
I reflect that I have been visited by fifty dreams from all time
vivid as snow falling at night and people who move like friends in a dark, dark dream
'tis that which must have brought us right here
to and from ourselves
or at least
this is what
I imagine
coming up from several places
spikes lift from my shoulders
and from my chest
sorrow comes up in front before me
the lifting makes me
It takes me heavy
still believing in a sacred space
to keep safe from the lashing
constant lashing
still believing in her
what a fool I am
the difference between her and me
was every night she got down on her knees and prayed
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clearly, blurry paints its way
a florest growing right past up to
the road I thought had gone
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
terribly uncertain of which way to go
'to whom do I speak?'
matters not
in the grand scheme of things
things in the grand scheme of things
often get lost
melting like ice cubes into the ocean of something
us, seeking something, often one thin thread is enough
just the faintest glimmer of humanity
to recognise another
stranger heart beating
my light is back on
I hear two clocks ticking
it's restful
it's always restful before midnight
after that things get decidedly worse
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
when I wrote and read that it makes me laugh - I don't know why - I think it's cos I wrote it in a very British accent
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It made me laugh because I could hear the accent :wtf:
I'm hamming it up for the benefit of the Americans - it's the only way for me to stay sane around here - to become increasingly British!
Maybe Chadwick will join us for a cup of tea
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indeed...... indeed
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(pretends shuffle through some pretend nothing or nothings)...um, ...
...Chadwick is correct, Tremors...
You have won
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empty-handed, lay-down streams
what's now in mirrors is
glass once in windows
viewing sand though its space
what you gave to me
a view of everything
I see
going away
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I think I just described rearviewmirror
although at the time I didn't even know it
isn't that strange, a little?
Yeah, stuff like that happens to me writing here - it goes in deep that stuff. You have produced a distilled ethereal RVM! Like
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What is left when the fight subsides for a minute?
Just the desperate sadness
That this will never be over
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turning to, not from
living with, a given
can't live without
you think
you've trained to ignore
what your heartbeats deplore
what you said stiffens
hits the floor
middle of the town, end of the day
it's relaxing, watching the people cycle past
drive on past, amble by
it's not as hectic as the morning
they're going home
they have somewhere else to be
me I may as well stay here for a few more minutes
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resonates "temporary"
never so cozy as
limbo warm
my home
Genie coming out of the bottle like all those years ago
Smoke, ghosts and firelight
Being set free
Reminds me of the time I stepped out into the night
Left them all worrying so
Whilst I prowled the night a cat
Fixed only on that fading orange glow
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but I wish I had the fix
that would let ego melt away again
to before the time I grabbed it
for too many years
it's the only thing that's got me through the day
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Mystical strangeness indeed today. Have never seen one of these, in three years of looking - but today my vinyl charity shop had a whole load of new stuff in - top of the pile was this one
Now I do indeed own a Nick Drake record! 4 days on from publishing my request
Feeling gratitude towards whoever is running the universe
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dirt of, with, and to
all for one necessary
come the first of tomorrow
I'm keeping love with mine
love with is mine
it's such a stronger word, is to
like keeping love with mine
or one keeping four not one or two
like love keeping love with mine