Category: Ada

From the archive: I did sing to you, dreams

I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest

I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams

You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!

And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part

Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began

I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams

Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground

And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…

Snailways

All across my path

Rain giving the land blessed baths

Snailways cross and part

Silken rails, drifting trails

On my way to get the mail

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

Snailways, it another thing telling me

I need to be with you

Snailways, kneel down an say

I need to be with you

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

sunlight is reading

Of the time spaces available

Pails of rain disable blue

Creeping winter storm breaks

And those mighty duets take

Our of mind and into place

Aren’t you glad you won your race?

Sunlight is reading the sky’s feelings

fathered triggered by chomping dearest ethers into peepers

The brightening thought is forsake

Leaves open and partake

Sigh

A cup of coffee
A blessed relief
Orange sunrise
for me to drink
you there with me
and the kitchen sink

sugar and honey and all the hope
the flowers and bees wandering in
trees with my fellow rock and sand beneath my toes
the wonderful water-flow that flows

a gully of pure distance
trickling through the sunlight in the distance
peace of mind and gathered moss
Indonesia and Samuel Frost
Ethiopia in the springtime
a ballad in the meantime

your see a statesman who wishers forth
the truth of it all is what you sort
the distance atmosphere will not sing
as the winds in the trees are metaphor for the din
sugar and honey and all the hope
mountains of skyward reach
they erode with a itch

you know the perfect place now
the place of peace
join me in there in your dreams when you can
as I will wait for all eternity

a hospitable home in the forrest near the beach
with limestone benches and wooden breech
sugar and honey and all the hope

its what I dream
its what I know
its when I know it
and how I show it
I want to win
But I only lose

sigh out loud and wish you where there
you will be there eventually
just live until then

Spring colony

In the new leaves I lookseeing growth makes you think your off the hook

theives takes all they can

no matter how fast you ran

you can’t even remember your grans

memory gone from their nous with haste

kicking the can along the road 

crow watches swooping low

crook took it all and your stuck to the roads

they built them like the romans 

absent potion to take us from this location 

*GAZE*

My feet are worn and my hart is heavy
Look upon me make me wary
is it a look of love or a look of hate
a single most distance stare that meet my chest
a jumbled mind that wishes for the wet
her look upon me is medusas gaze
a star so frightening it paralyzes me beyond all care
I cannot concentrate
I cannot think
I cannot speck
walk forward does my bravery but he is no use
against the star of the medusas gaze he is no match
for again I sit there paralyzed beyond all care

On the bus
In the classroom
In the office tower that touches stars that loom
beyond infinity of all that gaze
its concentrated on me on that day
I see the view that we all perceive in the gaze of light and there is not escape
they say the eyes are the window to the soul
I am trapped in yours and beyond all call
try and speak to me and you will see
that beyond you there is me

I have to fight
I know thats right
to win your love on this night
the window in the door and the gaze that meets the flour
let us dance to the shower of the morn
let us drink to the heavens above
but baby don’t look at me in that way
don’t use that gaze
cause I will be lost forever
within your soul

Vintage Halo Clamp

A dog barking from the smell of the luxurious vomit

Wind blowing southerly, its the cool change you have waited all summer for

Clamping your feelings in your mind to keep the monsters within from eating your hopes and dreams

A red model plane sits waiting to find people to play with it

Buzzards flying in circles like patient monks

Gravel on the ground wishing on the boulders they came from

Twitching the smells and sights of a hopeful maze

The brave fear the grave, they fight all the day to keep away from it

Vintage buggy code, sleeps in your browser

Spotty fish, plummeting from the storm clouds above

Longest canopy tendrils

Be sentenced, denting the nose of ticklish airs

Gum to you the sky is the only thing to reach 

Opening up to you she heard your crazy cries

Wearing earrings on your branches, the company of the sun

Access the vessel in cloudscape to wounderd drops 

Grasping the points on your faces infamy, you poison the growths 

The sentence is completely done, denting this nose in ticklish airs

Koala, never a bear

The Roads and Wheels

Axels of the oily skins, bashful in the evening sun

Bears and wolves screaming howls of protest against the pedals, careless to follow the white lines 

Smoking upwind and indifferent to the clenched breaths, brethren to be able to feed on new ways

Like a autumn leaf, tuned to the seasons of change, soon only your siblings will remain

Aches from forgotten dreams

glasss knife 

Cutting at my chest

The night, neverending in my mind

Stars may shine but clouds cover them

A lonely dog patters alone in the street

Cloaked figures wafer the cobblestones

A single tall man with a shiny badge

He thumbles a small coin in his hand

Muttering in a corner a old man sleeps

A cloaked figure looks at this place 

No. It is now eternal. 

(RIP Terry Pratchett) 

Tree, a life of

Ground swallow me whole. Become my comfort.

Spirals form and twist me inside out. The wind comes and gently touches my form.

Ice falls and inside the moon.

My eye opens and three gardens of life form.

Clouds of stars above, striking the sky above as a blessed drum.
Punctured beats singing abound my head and captured for a moment by my senses.

In the morning my three gardens full with joy, open and sleep again each evening.

Breath takes my flesh like fire as a new garden forms. Again and again. Bare the old dead garden falls. It has had a good place on my form, I will grow others.

Drink the cold rain.

Endure the freezing ice.

Celebrate the new spring as I seek a new way. Send a message.

Send a new path.

The flowers grow, like my gardens but less whole, less lived. They last but a few settings of the life giving light.
But they are replaced by this feeling.
A new path is forming.
Not just one.
Many millions.
It blossoms. It rages. It aches me to our all the spring and some summer into these… Things. My body compels.

They are gone. One sunrise. I again store all the gardens joy inside. Wait for the cold.

Year and year.

Day and day.

Until I feel a prickle. A itch.

Then I am on the ground. It swallows me whole. And the former self reborn, I find myself starting back.

Mud

Given soil
Grey and wet and old
Silken or gritty
Mould to your skin so deep
Pithy and meek
Hidden toil

Sign to be written
Hands hope and given
Your given permission
One cloudy shape
Nods it’s head and makes
Gesture your to follow

Down into the mud you go
Open wounds, scared flesh
Burdened and blackened mess
Decaying, crying, hated, dying
But your ready for the mud

It’s sucking you down
Fear and fright comes first
Maybe something makes you fight
Struggle again, but you are so tired
And soon it’s all around
You find it doesn’t suffocate
It’s mud that gestates

You one day have healed
Your wounds no longer open are sealed
Up comes the sun and bakes the clay
Renewed by the Earth and day
Then you see your renewed

Clay doesn’t lie
So wounds of untruth, left there in a brick of clay
That, you will have to deal with another day
Physical hurts are gone
And those you will not mourn