Away with Words
Shovelling snow from the cave’s entrance
- Silently it falls, louder grow her calls.
Shovelling snow from the cave’s entrance
- Ceaselessly it falls, fainter grow her calls.
Digging a grave at the cave’s entrance
- Louder grow my screams, darker grow my dreams.
I have descended into
A realm of restlessness
My feelings flicker
Like cold candle flames.
I hear the monster breathing
Heavily, hungrily
But I’ve lost my thread
And Daedalus is silent.
The garden of gratitude
Awaits your seeds
Its fertile soils
Grow wild with weeds.
I cleansed my mind with virtue
And meditative trance
Until a sordid wondering
Seized my rigid glance.
And not a word was spoken
As bodies drenched in dreams
Lay waste their beads of conscience
To bathe in bloody streams.
Sleep has been eluding me of late
Dreams have broken through to steal the day
Ashes are collecting in the grate
Fires can’t ignite; I should not stay.
Death has wiped its feet upon my eyes
All I see is fleeting and restrained
Freedom is a delicate disguise
Everything is bound; all things are chained.
Who dreams of vast fairy-tales
may miss stories unfolding
in front of their eyes.
Who hails notional heroes
may miss the walking angels
casting spells nearby.
Who craves constant attention
may ignore those who reach out
in times of great need.
Who blinkers life selfishly
may never learn compassion:
our finest virtue.
We’ve got much more control than money. You can’t get everything. We live in a society where money is what people want, so they can’t get the control. We chose. Control is freedom. People say we’re control freaks, but control is controlling your destiny without controlling other people.
We’re not trying to manipulate other people, just controlling what we do ourselves. Controlling what we do is being free. People should stop thinking that an artist that controls what he does is a bad thing. A lot of artists today are just victims, not having control, and they’re not free. And that’s pathetic. If you start being dependent on money, then money has to reach a point to fit your expenses.
” — - Daft PunkA veil descends
Oppressing my belief
My roots up-end
I shiver like a leaf.
You smile at me
Diluting my despair
My branches stretch
Into the perfumed air.
A dream ascends
Awakening the night
The stars switch on
To gently guide the flight.
Inmates of inhibition
Imbibe without contrition
Becoming escapees from
Prisons of weak principle.
Loose lips flapping
At half-mast,
Mourning the recent loss
Of sense and senses.
The characters we play
In the light of day
Pale in comparison
To the roles we revive
When the night comes alive.
It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour.
~ A Christmas Carol
(submitted by miss-mutant!)
Provoke me at your peril
Placate me at a price
My tenderness has limits
My virtue swims with vice.
Spontaneous smiles
Collude with narrowed eyes
To draw the skin skyward like
Puppet strings of pleasure.
