I’m out on my own
with my dancing –
romancing!
All soulish and lonesome;
all jumpy
and live.
In front?
Maybe once – but now
mostly behind!
It’s a frightening
awakening,
unabashed assault,
on my brain
every day
and it’s sending me old!
Hot morning, must want eggs to milk your bacon good.
Do we hug what delicious get-up the bad wireless need?
Cook a sugar dad meal like lunch
we cool to mum and tea
My cable butter
today calls me;
Stop paying more, yes?
Want bad lunch hug and,
need to get hot butter to it.
Busy days
Ain’t got the strength
To blow these blues away
Worth no money
Got no food
This mind state set
With no wants but you.
Just before he sleeps abed
He sings the tunes played in his head
These minute rhymes and dainty songs
Are his to sing, to hum alone
As noises all about are blocked
The sounds heard here are safely locked
Within the passages of his mind
And so they stay: Regressed in time.
The Gods have awoken
and they are smiling!
Not at you
but – for sakes scream – with you!
And you Whoop!
For now is the real time
of recompense.
Hum you hum
As you break the bricks
Building your buildings
And cracking your tracks
I love listening
As you do what you do
Dreaming big dreams
And making amazing
The trains, the robots
The castles and cars
A world in our front room
Stories tall in stars
We blink at each other
thru some fug of confusion
The slow eyeball roll
to a grasp for conclusion
I hear your noise distant
As when wisps of mists cloud
All the words that you say
And I blink in ascent
Some time some time ago
we sang the same lyrics
Your accented verbs
lit my mind with loves fire
Attuned to the vibrant chords
Lept from your full lips
I wondered the musical
majesty of breath
Yet here we sit side by side
Tone deaf and mystified
Straining to glean
just a semblance of sense
I hear you, don’t get me wrong,
My ears are not yet deaf
What i hear is not quite though what your tongue likely meant
Apparently it’s autumn in Otham
Though nobody’s told the sun
A parched carpet of crunchy leaves
Adding the “Shh” to our school run
Lying, cheating
thieving swines’.
Stole my life –
then broke my mind!
Caught my soul
and watched it shatter
Loaned my love for life,
to batter!
First they broke me!
Then they raped me:
Doubled back
and swiped my money!
My friend butchers –
beggars all!
Stole my brightness
killed my soul.
Those dawns you dance for
where loves eye might see,
leaves nothing to cry for,
still loving you greatly
My pretty dame.
I will meet you again
again.
Sometime
in distant time
refrain…
I love your eyes
your sweet smile, pretty,
and quietly close
I sing this ditty.
Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
When you drink
do you go mad?
Do you drink
to
drown
your
sorrows?
Or down drinks
to cheer tomorrows?
Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
Can you recall
what thoughts
drinks had?
Squirrel, Kelsey Park, 2012
image: Stormgirl161 (http://fav.me/d2l5x97), words: Bujonswords
Who are your groups?
Blue groups
Blue groups
From where do they come?
Black lands
Dark skies
Who are your groups?
New groups
New groups
What do they know?
Black laughs
Dark lies
What do you wish for
bringing groups like yours here?
Bringing dreams full of shadows
hung with half-grand ideas?
What do you wish for?
What do you want?
How long have you waited?
How deep is your love?
Who are your groups
who have havoc to wreak?
Who laugh through the blood dripping smoke that you breathe?
These, your people,
Your troupes
Your troops
Who are your groups?
Who’s designs
lie on you?
The Gods have awoken
and they are smiling!
Not at you
but – for sakes scream – with you!
Your hearty laugh,
for now is the real time
of recompense.
The talk of the town
was you stuck in the right life!
Brought up,
caught up,
stuck with a light wife.
This was your choice
finding your voice,
we tried to advise
but we lost the right voice.
I am so into you
I am so into you
Like the sky is blue on sunny afternoons
Like our blood flows red as I look in your eyes
Like this bird song when I call your name
I am so into you
so into you.
The infinite resting place:
An eternal false start
on our great human race.
The last
the least,
the most slowest pace!
This forgotten place
which we left as space?
(c) NASA Goddard Space Flight Center
Juices
Pears
and crazy airs-of-graces
Slew my love
so quick, to call her dead!
Culled so young
and cruelly filled with fluid…
Slid to death –
the slide was in her head.
I am a shooting star
I am the ball
I soar through eyes that
last time turned in time to see my fall.
Inch by itching inch
This life’s
Now setting firm
a broad base made of my broken lives
from long before
Please pile up your ponce
And pomposity
Line up your laughter
And lick
You’re liquidity
Offer your art up for critique
For query
Open your mind up
In time
To your history
bujonswords 