Monday, May 31, 2010
On Memory...
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Neither This Nor That
Others dwell among the light,
Others still traverse the inner,
But very few fully abide.
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Wash Me Clean
To cradle back into slow motion 'cos it's all moving too fast
You had your shot you took your chances
All through you'd battle for the answers you were brave 'til the very last
Just like a wave on the ocean
There's forces that run so deep
I'm falling into the temptation
To let it wash all over me
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean
While the present shatters all around you
it's all moving too fast
And now the footprints of your failures
Seep into the safety of the harbour
leave it all in a dark past
Just like a wave on the ocean
There's forces that run so deep
I'm falling into the temptation
To let it wash all over me
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean
Come and wash me clean
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sightreading
abide
as a witness
to the choices that have been the noose around your neck.
Breathe.
Breathe not about these choices.
Not around or among them.
Breathe. Here. As it is.
Abiding.
Only abiding.
Breathe.
Breathe through the defence.
Not for victory's sake.
For intimacy. To know that
this is it.
Never to be resolved
to
it.
Never answered.
Simply to abide
in it.
Breathe.
Breathe through the defence.
Breathe as the breath.
You do not have breath.
Breath is you.
The you that is nothing.
Merely abides
in equanimity
while the noose unravels
what it will.
Breathe.
Without effort.
Take breath.
Give breath
to the one eternal
chance to simply
abide.
... here is the truth.
... only intimacy with what is here.
... only "What now?".
... only the gift bestowed on the brave of knowing into what will be.
... and that will be my chance to see you.
The Third
one might have had a chance, for
When there was two,
too much had already passed, for
When there's a third,
third makes two come last, for
When there's not two,
too long, one's bypassed, for
When there's just one,
one's a fourth trespassed.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Cold-Blooded Old Times
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Calculation - Regina Spektor
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the pages
Till we knew 'em mathematically
They were in our minds until forever but we didn't mind
We didn't know better
So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings and divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love
Didn't even know that love was bigger
Didn't even know that love was so, so
Hey, hey, hey
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
So we made the hard decision and we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones, saw our hearts were little stones
Pulled them out they weren't beating and we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on the granite counter top
We beat 'em up against each other
We beat 'em up against each other
We struck 'em hard against each other
We struck 'em so hard, so hard until they sparked
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
Hey this fire, it's burnin', burnin' us up
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