Month: December 2012

Dull Tones (day 566)

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A dull dreary day soaks into my conscience
Forcing me to slumber around for hours
Listlessly observing time tick by
Relentlessly wondering what next I should do
As I forcefully tick off tasks
One by one as the day mopes on

I watch bubbles develop inside the old glass of water
One by one they float to the surface
Releasing from water the morsels of goodness
Leaving behind some stale and stagnant
Capsule of soon-to-be-down-the-drain
Dirty plates and licked clean cutlery

Optimistic floats through the air here
Thudding with a dull tone into the stratosphere
Where it slowly envelopes the soul
Steps forward into time with head held high
Hoping for a moment that will erupt like thunder
Catapulting the now into very near future

So onwards we go, upwards we soar
The hope fills our sails, the uproar begins
Children gather round, adults stop at their works
The bustle and hurry comes to a halt
Patrons within distance strain with their ears
Warm fuzzy light pulls at all to be reckoned

Stocks (day 564)

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Stock market fury is hardly comparable
Its ups and its downs
Make up the excitement
However, the flat, dull tones of
Flat lining charts
Leave a bitter taste
Stinking up my mouth
Forcing me to move on
As a tidbit of wisdom
Ignore the futile attempts
By promoters to announce
Unprecedented results
Of which nobody cares
Except big-wig sales men
Hoping to scrap together
Something of their career
Some little morsel of hope
Keeps them hanging on to
5 percent profits
For ever and ever
Until the end of time and beyond
But, the trader, the trader
He’s fueled with desire
He’s running with fire
Riding the backs
Of the ups and the downs
Each with their own
Grand scheme of sure victory
One may be right
The other one wrong
But balls to the walls
All look the same to me
Look for the singers
Mind the gap of the droppers
Buy into the trend
Sell into the trend
You’ll never manage
In spite all your predictions
To sell at the top
To buy at the bottom
Be happy with a gain
Just not 5 percent
Forget about your losses
With one swift action to sell
Ride your winners
With sharp pointy spurs

A Picture of Enjoyment (day 563)

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Sounds of the night circle ’round and around like the flowering budgies that flap on through the night.

I await on the mantle, a picture of enjoyment.

Legs curve and the back bends forward, this is the pose of an elegant dancer. She walks and she hustles and she whispers in madness. She whispers secrets only lovers can handle.

Too late, I whisper, hunching my back and looking deep into the ceiling with elated joy. A fool only knows the answer after the call has been made.

Hope always exists, up here on the mantle. So much excitement and far to little action; the dancers they taunt me, the singers they enchant me.

I await on the mantle, as a picture of enjoyment.

Orbiting Madness (day 562)

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Relentless pursuit with a speed limit in sight
Wheels squealing and a dagger is late
Fists are for outlaws to throw in the air
After escaping the law
Running wild and free

Faster and faster the engine it screams
Red passion in madness alert calling in sirens
Perforated edge and an eruption in joy
I’ve run to the hill tops
And let it go bare

Orbiting madness that spins round and round
Full on the skull it renders little harm
Slight quickening of the pulses
Pulling at my senses
The road down isn’t long

Tired (day 560)

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I am tired
And these bags gathering
Under my eyes
Are growing their own
Attitude and regret
I’ve been sleeping little
In between dreams
Packing in time
I never could grasp
The days are slipping
On account of my drinking
Which erases the memories
Of days far gone now
Perhaps I could visit
Lost time again
With a flick of my wrist
A twist of my wit
A power to build me
My kingdom here yet
But then, would this cure me?
Would this let me rest?
Surely in madness
I’m loosing my faith
Sleep would be nice
As it touched my brow
Brought me forth
Delivered me with faith
I’d float through the scenes
Blissfully aware
Of the red roses here
Landing down lightly
On a little island of sand
Melting away desires
Melting away all plans
A sweet surrender
A happiness over me
A happiness is me

Commingling Essence (day 559)

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Battling egos lay down in passion
Between the satin sheets and pale white skin
One says jump, the other says beg
While barrel rolling, slipping it in

Little angels, they whisper please
They crawl amongst the birds and the bees
Fixing Cupid, with his tips of lust
Onto a landscape where desired lovers unite

Passion then passes from left to the right
A balancing act uniting the gods
Light beams and wind gusts float through the air
An elated lover screams out into the night

Passing by crossroads, the trees lend their shade
Mid winters glow and frosty tipped snow
The lovers engaged do walk down the street
Commingling essence and infusing the night

Transformations (day 558)

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Desire cuts the edges of time
Bloating the circles that filter my clique
Enter the ninja, defined and cunning
Who packages the goodies
Into my lunchbox

While want, want, want fills me
I sit back and bleed the freshly killed carcass
Blood oozing onto the cement floor
Draining all that has lived inside
Filling madness into the void

Just think, I tarry a while
Holding the chopsticks at the dinner table
Once, there was a time when
All choices from within
Were unconscious, hopelessly trivial

Loud and Free (day 557)

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Uncommon destruction
That brutalizes my soul
Cool liquid drops of sex
Pour through my brain
Featuring madness

Cannibalistic
Lavishly endearing
Blatant and
Devilishly sinful

And I bow
I bow to the lover that stays awake all night
And the devious young man behind closed doors
Sipping down 25 year old stock

I grow from deep within
Boisterously gathering a new level
Stirring up the saints in the courtyard
Slipping into a deceitful dance
Mesmerizing the nymphs

And I dance of faith
Counting on the anger to shout out my soul
Waking up the ghosts in the courtyard
Slowly. With a devilish grin
Anticipation crawls up the back of my neck

Eruption lets the gods know
Loud and free, they hear this call
They hear me curse at the moon
With the cackling birds of pray
That lay with me in lust