As the leaves fall in the autumn
And waft swirling all around
In defiance of gravity & its ground
On the breeze that has caught them
A bronzed leaf stayed & floated longer
Having enjoyed his time with the tree
Before focusing on his life now free
He allowed his mind to wander
For it had been an enjoyable season
High up there in the air
Whether winter would have been as fair
Twas now fathomable only in reason
Touching down in the river below
The current put such concepts at bay
Washing the final ideas away
Of if they'd had longer together to grow
I am here, as you are there,
As you are me and we are all together.
See how we are as friends from afar,
see how we fly.
I'm crying.
Resting on my laurels, waiting for the tram to come.
Corporation interest, stupid blooding drawing,
man I've been a naughty boy, let my brain go wrong.
I am the job man.
They are the job men.
You are the thinker.
Kukukachoo
With two eyes looking all around
One foot always on the ground
Movement moves the mind to roam
To the horizon far from home
To walk is to be free to run
Notions form and plans are sprung
To walk is to be free to stop
To catch the pennies as they drop
Choose a path and shed your skin
See what’s outside and what’s within
Stare ahead and dare to start
The first step is the final part
Sitting in heathrow, far too early;
Digesting the maccas I bought for the train;
I realise that last night I became surly;
And, as per normal, I'll try to explain.
Our humours will always be set to collide;
Like massive incalculable bursting stars;
We're dreamy men with stubborn hides;
And prone to endless verbal spars.
That's no excuse (before you ask);
For the choice of language employed last night;
My anger at you, which I cannot mask;
Matched only by doubts whether I am right.
So many ways there are that I could self-improve;
Yet I think that is simply the human condition;
I'll strive to do so in selfish love;
But suspect I will only achieve perdition.
An apology is just another word;
And in choosing words I favour fuck;
My skills at being a wordsmith are blurred;
I'm only Offspring: we can't be JS Bach ;).
So sorry Will, and hope it please ye;
Your wisdom from last night gleams like a shard:
Buying stuff for people's easy;
Making stuff for people's hard!
Happy new year :). Much love.
Today I received a present that saddened me,
Yet also made me think
A semi bleached piece of coral
Rescued from the drink
For me it resembled a world that is dying
Changing in ways we don't know how.
Altering, transforming, removing that which was,
The nature, culture & people which made us go wow
Today I heard tales of far off longs
That are irrepairably different.
There are experiences I'll never be able to have,
Interractions I'll never get to attempt.
The coral resembles my Gili Dry
Poignant, full of life but fletting
Like our holiday all must draw to an end,
Will it ve the same upon our next meeting?
Humanity contains within itself amazing power
For better or worse we can it wield.
The combination of our individual desires and efforts,
Will determine what it does yield
Munted at the Beach
Yearning for a place to shit
Always eating hot and sour
Never avoiding Dutch girls
Mostly drinking beer
After doobies, buying water
Rustic, over-perfoming Dudes
C'est une femme belle et de riche encolure,
Poétique comme début, mais à suivre c'est dur.
Les griffes de l'amour, des tendres baisers,
Des doigts qui se baladent cherchant le plaisir.
Elle rit à la mort et nargue la Débauche,
Chaque nouvelle aventure; vivement elle l'ébauche.
Dans ses jeux engageants, souvent en main un 'tite mousse,
D'autant plus agréable ne portant que sa peau douce.
Elle marche en déesse et repose en sultane ;
Elle a dans le plaisir un appétit sans fin.
De la première chatouille de son étreinte charmante,
On s'engage volontiers dans les frivolités marrantes
Elle croit, elle sait, cette vierge d'esprit.
Au travers des expériences dans diverses festivités,
Alors sa beauté du corps fait oublier des bêtises,
C'est sa personnalité rayonnante que le plus je valorise.
Under a stormcloud of apathy
A resting sloth raised his head
Yet under a ray of sunlight it was
A jaguar that leap out of bed
On the ground landed a goat
Pragmatic and positive on his feet
Yet a tasty tuff of grass soon
Turned the animal to a sheep
It took a squirrel to realise
Advancing is the key to more
So he climbed the tallest tree and
Became an eagle that did soar
Across the photo lens
A captivating gaze
A sexual regard
That leaves me in a daze
Intrcate sparkling pools
Those eyes draw on in
Suggesting hightened inneundo
Debauchery and sin
Though the surrounding body beauty
Is without doubt astounding
It's the interraction in that look
That for words keeps me floundering