Pains - awake me
pains - aware me
that I am alive
and for that
I am thankful!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A sore song
...
suspicious sore
somewhere
makes the owner
aware
of the time
and its flying
somehow
the inherent
scare or fear
will contribute
to how the battle
is won
-
in the long run
it is lost
of course
add raveling
- fighting -
sing and rattle
not wrong
suspicious sore
somewhere
makes the owner
aware
of the time
and its flying
somehow
the inherent
scare or fear
will contribute
to how the battle
is won
-
in the long run
it is lost
of course
add raveling
- fighting -
sing and rattle
not wrong
Monday, November 23, 2009
Listen to the dryer
Churning dryer
means the wash
has been done
Churning mind
means the thought
has been minded
Churning washer
means the idea
has been gone
for a long
- long time
Turning the tuner
means the music
has been changed
Turning the music
means the time
has passed
Turning the time
means the past
has been d/gone
for a long
- long time
means the wash
has been done
Churning mind
means the thought
has been minded
Churning washer
means the idea
has been gone
for a long
- long time
Turning the tuner
means the music
has been changed
Turning the music
means the time
has passed
Turning the time
means the past
has been d/gone
for a long
- long time
Saturday, November 21, 2009
An oldiess choice
Sleepless nights
awakening at 12 am
3 am - 2 am
estrogen deprived
however - when
an oldiess awakes
and her mate is
snoring next to her
two choices appear
she can have sex
or go to sleep on
a sofa, a bed,
anywhere else away
from the snoring.
Not all the time
she will be ready
for sex but
it sure beats
a loudly snoring
mate!
awakening at 12 am
3 am - 2 am
estrogen deprived
however - when
an oldiess awakes
and her mate is
snoring next to her
two choices appear
she can have sex
or go to sleep on
a sofa, a bed,
anywhere else away
from the snoring.
Not all the time
she will be ready
for sex but
it sure beats
a loudly snoring
mate!
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Vølva ressurrected
Vigga the Vølva who was
the one there never was
only in the poetess
imaginary world
but she lived for her creator
who could not let her go
she became real
a embalming friend
ending up controlling
her diminutive mindset
with different kinds
of loaded or unloaded adjectives.
So she did not
walk off into the sunset
but is still roaming the earth
to observe the foolish
lovable hatred of mankind
for what purpose we create
wars and murder and mayhem
boiling down to only
lack of understanding and
education with a unhealthy
pure egotism built in.
No worries she will be back
with a volvatic vengeance!
the one there never was
only in the poetess
imaginary world
but she lived for her creator
who could not let her go
she became real
a embalming friend
ending up controlling
her diminutive mindset
with different kinds
of loaded or unloaded adjectives.
So she did not
walk off into the sunset
but is still roaming the earth
to observe the foolish
lovable hatred of mankind
for what purpose we create
wars and murder and mayhem
boiling down to only
lack of understanding and
education with a unhealthy
pure egotism built in.
No worries she will be back
with a volvatic vengeance!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Twilight memories
Twilight on a November afternoon
shows me the memory of youth
was it when I said goodbye
to you the first time or the last
that doomed silvery reddish sky
before you left for home
I truly felt - never again
and yet now I wish for years
that I never had
or will have
futility and yet fertility
in the poet's mind
because out of chaos
comes a blip and out of
a pop ... a chimera...
a vision of long forgotten
very hot desires -
a passionate embrace
if only in the deepest dark
Twilight when I was young...
shows me the memory of youth
was it when I said goodbye
to you the first time or the last
that doomed silvery reddish sky
before you left for home
I truly felt - never again
and yet now I wish for years
that I never had
or will have
futility and yet fertility
in the poet's mind
because out of chaos
comes a blip and out of
a pop ... a chimera...
a vision of long forgotten
very hot desires -
a passionate embrace
if only in the deepest dark
Twilight when I was young...
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
hardboiled eggs
Hard boiled eggs
ham and jam
is the breakfast
I don't need
I just eat
a 'nana and yogurt
but truly sometimes
I wish I could savor
ham and eggs
and all the jolly fat
instead of relishing
my meager meal
yet I should not pout
but sing joyously
cause I get food
when others don't
therefore
hardboiled eggs
and ham and jam
you are fluff
and that is all
ham and jam
is the breakfast
I don't need
I just eat
a 'nana and yogurt
but truly sometimes
I wish I could savor
ham and eggs
and all the jolly fat
instead of relishing
my meager meal
yet I should not pout
but sing joyously
cause I get food
when others don't
therefore
hardboiled eggs
and ham and jam
you are fluff
and that is all
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Running virus
Runny nose rules me
Runnymede rules alas
murder mayhem rules the world
scarred and sacred is the population
of viruses yet they proliferate
in me they battle
outside the poetess they fight
who will win?
the virus or the human?
The nature of the vira
grows virulently
in all directions
it could be a band, it could be a commune,
it could be dance or a protein,
what a virus is not
is a peaceful endeavour...
Runnymede's Magna Carta
written in blood of generations past
my virus today fights my body
running away - running amok
running - running - runn...
Runnymede rules alas
murder mayhem rules the world
scarred and sacred is the population
of viruses yet they proliferate
in me they battle
outside the poetess they fight
who will win?
the virus or the human?
The nature of the vira
grows virulently
in all directions
it could be a band, it could be a commune,
it could be dance or a protein,
what a virus is not
is a peaceful endeavour...
Runnymede's Magna Carta
written in blood of generations past
my virus today fights my body
running away - running amok
running - running - runn...
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Mr. Somebody
For fun he did it
for fun he won it
for fun he was applauded
for fun he went out on a limb
it was not for fun
after all
for fun he won it
for fun he was applauded
for fun he went out on a limb
it was not for fun
after all
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Being/nothing/exist
Fairy fairy fey
today is the day
where you shall reign
over my heart's domain
for whatever is what
for whenever is hot
if you cannot find
my brain's online
I might as well be dead
nothingness instead.
today is the day
where you shall reign
over my heart's domain
for whatever is what
for whenever is hot
if you cannot find
my brain's online
I might as well be dead
nothingness instead.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Levi-Strauss in a nutshell
Existential tribalism
tribal structuralism
structural linguistics
lingual anthropology
anthropological morphism
morphical existentialism
hommage a Levi-Strauss
morphical: tiny initial
structural phonemenal
tribal structuralism
structural linguistics
lingual anthropology
anthropological morphism
morphical existentialism
hommage a Levi-Strauss
morphical: tiny initial
structural phonemenal
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Masks
we all wear masks
one for ourselves
deep inside
one for our loved ones
closer to the wall
one for our friends
peeking over the wall
one for everyone else
our backs to the wall
we all wear masks
one for ourselves
deep inside
one for our loved ones
closer to the wall
one for our friends
peeking over the wall
one for everyone else
our backs to the wall
we all wear masks
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