posted on April 9, 2013 at 9:21 pm
              7 hit parade

7 hit parade

   a gain

a gain

so that no lowly gnome will go unknown

god on highest cloud allowed everything to be merged

now i feel the terrible laziness of arabic summers

and the eskimo torpor of long night the candle flickers

the deep slumber of oak

the rest of nature

babes asleep in harvest moon windows and fireflies

my eyes have been opened by the feeling of somnambulist dream

the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time

a’lonely way through blue paths of ordeal and pain

magical fire which burns without cause

we come to a clearing in sovereign starlight

we walk up a hill to all our old schools

we arrive at the beginning of everyones trouble

we are there nearly there nearly there

on damascus road we change our name

we change our mind

something now changes our heart

how odd that we would be picked

all of us out here in the cold

how strange that our stone hearted souls are changed

but the energy it takes to unravel this mess

drags on and on like a dead wait of sand

and the water in the wells is warm and dirty in your hands

when we part company in june

you go you others to preach in distant realm

but others of us married children of the hyperborean race

a dread menace hurled them southwards

as they moved in adjacent planes

the monarch of the underworlds beast in a storm

some force to be beckoned with

some pretence of defence

but this in the days of telegraphic delays and sustain and decay

the lovely gods in some buddhistic heaven

never notice us through amorous hours and eyes of sway

as they dance upon the rainbows that take them away

in palace of pleasure then one day we will see

the maids of the holy will anoint us for sure

certainly we will be admitted they say

the glorious paths studded with wonders and buddhas and stuff

but now i am so tired my lights have been dimmed

i perceive this world as through a thin skin of the tiniest tin

the clamour is a hammer to my deafening ear

we hear what we want to hear here

here where everything is muddled and unclear

oh dear

 

 

 

15 Responses to “fatigues”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 9 April 2013 at 10:02 pm #

    fatigued by a fugue

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2013 at 11:07 pm #

    Always love reading your writng. It takes me away from where I am and helps me expand my thoughts.

  3. avatar
    seoigh | 9 April 2013 at 11:33 pm #

    Yeah, I can’t say I have any idea why the ‘us’ part of existence is here, either. Like the old Dr. Who villain, Omega (sorry!), we seem to exist solely out of our will alone to exist. Related: if you took every electron used to store every last bit of information on the internet and added them all up, the resulting lump would weigh about as much as a strawberry. Literally, there is almost no measurable ‘there’ there to anything. Something? Yes. Much? No. And while that is scientifically fascinating; it is really profound philosophically, religiously, and for me epistemologically. What can be known about this nothingness we call existence? With what human device shall we measure it? Why? Better question — why are we born with the need to know what is categorically unknowable? Not to be too cute about it, but I just don’t know…

    And by the way, some real nice images in that one, Killer. You should get yourself a job writing lyrics or sumthin’.

    • avatar
      DavidP | 10 April 2013 at 11:14 pm #

      perhaps there’s a vague intuitive sense that there’s more to creation than what the normal human senses can perceive and that perhaps superior senses can be developed

  4. avatar
    quietpleasethankyou | 10 April 2013 at 3:37 am #

    Steve, thank you so much for inspiring me to write what is on my heart, because I normally do not write down what I’m thinking.
    I have to admit I find reading a lot of your work challenging due to my limited vocabulary (but growing thanks to you), hence the simple words I use.
    I will continue to read and learn, thanks!

    God so loves us can’t you see
    however some will let it not be
    they judge with the wrong tool in hand
    carry the tune with more in the band
    some get confused when reading the Word
    the heart has to do it for it to be heard
    there is just one God that’s how it will work
    add many more and the stench starts to lurk
    truth must point to only one thing
    without this premise watch out for the sting
    i once was blinded but now i must pee
    for all my sins are in front of me
    thankful for sure that Man on a tree
    did what He did to set us all free
    these words are so simple why won’t you believe
    guess its just easy to pick up and leave
    continue on going on being deceived
    you laugh with satan as he tells his joke
    all the while you’re wearing the yoke
    you aren’t going to hear me and neither would i
    until you’ve seen It with your very own eye

    Peace!

    Long live the Church (the band!)

    • avatar
      quietpleasethankyou | 11 April 2013 at 6:12 am #

      Edit

      Sea hymn?

      God so loves us hope you see
      however some will let It not be
      they judge with the wrong tool in hand
      carry this tune with more in the band
      some get confused when reading the Word
      the heart has to do it for It to be heard
      there’s just one God that’s why it does work
      add any more and a stench starts to lurk
      truth must point to only one Thing
      without this premise watch out for the sting
      i once was blinded but now i must see
      for all my sins are in front of me
      thankful for sure that Man on a tree
      did what He did to set us all free
      sins now behind me that’s for sure
      He is the promise and also the cure
      these words so simple why won’t they believe
      guess its just easy to pick up and leave
      continue on going on being deceived
      laughing with satan as he tells his joke
      all the while they’re wearing the yoke
      some won’t hear me and neither would i
      until they’ve seen It with their very own eye

      much better now, i hope

  5. avatar
    andy | 10 April 2013 at 4:19 am #

    ohhhh……
    that KK stuff sure does soothe after a long days slog,
    nice one boys…..better than the first two put together!
    ‘n that’s saying something.

  6. avatar
    anonomous | 10 April 2013 at 10:04 am #

    Ahhh – words of thought & imagination, once again – always eclectic…as it is expected. Good to know you are amongst the breathing.
    Oh My.

  7. avatar
    DavidP | 10 April 2013 at 11:09 pm #

    “the creeping snap of futures twigs in forest of time”
    oh i love that line, what a corker!

  8. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 11 April 2013 at 12:57 pm #

    “James” had it right. Faith without works is dead. The Jains have it right too, do no harm to any innocent sentient creature. MACCA had it right too “if slaughterhouses had glass walls more and more people would become vegetarian.” Bless the beasts and the chidren because they suffer the most of all because of morally ignorant mankind’s incessant fall.

  9. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 11 April 2013 at 6:10 pm #

    Who took … the ‘pee’…?

    • avatar
      quietpleasethankyou | 11 April 2013 at 10:16 pm #

      my conscientious, both times

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 12 April 2013 at 1:56 am #

      Probably the same person who put the cunt in ‘scunthorpe’. Sorry, it would be funny if you were from east yorkshire. And were uncouth working class scum like me.

  10. avatar
    quietpleasethankyou | 12 April 2013 at 4:25 am #

    Correction:

    my conscience, both times

  11. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 12 April 2013 at 7:33 pm #

    … ace of my ‘art?


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