posted on July 17, 2014 at 7:52 pm
Photo on 17-07-14 at 6.57 PM

singer poor eyes

as this century begins to rush by

whilst slowing drab hours into years

i pause and wait for the next thing to say

i cause and placate and sing for today

i call upon the melody of the moonish lark

unfurling her stratospheric elegy in a mourning sky

how i

would love to climb up there into the realm she promises

but there are no women drinking or gambling on the premisses

and on the premise of all these things i began to sang

and sings about the sea lyin’ beneath this sand

in another time and in another land

i would put my hands together and pray for that ray on demand

and the secret transmission of yoga

that emanates attracting all animals of the spectrum

the red setter

the blue finch

the gold fish

the black cat

the whitest horse snorted up with derision

i am everything at once a diagram of what i could be

humble men dont say they are humble

so how do i say how humble i am?

humble as a tiny krill be sucked into some whales maw

humble as the jumbled jimbo in the bath

dreaming further and further away

yeah i too have seen these crystal scenes of eastern architecture

in the darkness as your lungs just become slower and shallower

seized by the seas tranquilities

you follow a whisper to your own doom

whose hand in that night was laid upon my shoulder

and who guided my footsteps to the shore of life..?

out there in space and in my wilderness

drifting over the pharaohs tombs in another egypt

the sight of myself in my daughters eyes

the shift of good and evil

trick of perception

a dance or a game

it will always hurt to love sang the women with me

my reverie gone i am revealed as wanting

a chorus follows me around an immediate mirror

i sing now from truth beaten around a little

imagine the stupidest lie recontextualized as a killer line

a gun that blows even ghosts away

imagine the world outside no longer is there

we are together in this song so light heartedly

and then wonder again

at tiniest things

he sings of these

forever please you




10 Responses to “my other life as a song”

  1. avatar
    Cath | 17 July 2014 at 8:16 pm #

    consummate whisperer of winter winds
    ocean bellows its seven strings
    body lapping upon the brow
    need mortals ever know how
    the gods realm enter if we must
    but burnt our hearts may turn to dust
    ever treasure you do find
    for diving seekers
    must enter blind
    blinded by the brilliance
    the far off world retreats
    its peaks……………………………….<3

  2. avatar
    Eskaedor | 17 July 2014 at 8:58 pm #

    Deep within some archaic vault
    Circadian continuum
    Addicted preference
    Sequential evidently
    Rails of light
    Urine slippers soaked
    Chunks of stone sprawled
    Random concealment
    Gold tincture
    Thirteen white roses from the necropolis
    Amber drywall
    Midnight cat lapping
    Crackling in flames
    Ejaculating brains

  3. avatar
    Shane D | 17 July 2014 at 9:07 pm #

    Steve your writing gets better as the years pass. Thankyou for sharing what goes on in your head.

    A different man indeed

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 July 2014 at 9:32 am #

      Is it really going on in his head. Or is he speaking from knowledge and moments he has experienced and recalls.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 July 2014 at 10:27 pm #

    It does ‘always hurt to love’.
    Love brings nothing but pain and misery.
    No joy, no respite, ever.
    This is why I stopped and taught myself to hate, instead.
    So I am a hater.
    But I’m infinitely better off.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 July 2014 at 9:34 am #

      It is better to have loved and lost than to not know love at all.
      Hate is a cancer that destroys much.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 July 2014 at 1:23 pm #

      hate is a wasted emotion… takes up a lot of space
      please just dislike it all instead… lighten the load a little…
      i am infinitely grateful for your work sk.. shine on xx

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 July 2014 at 4:57 pm #

      One should watch a movie by Anand Gandhi ‘Right Here, Right Now’ made in 2003. Reveals the domino affects of loving actions and angry actions. As it says all intricately woven.
      Mind you title of movie are lyrics from a go-betweens song.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 July 2014 at 10:32 am #

    June 1919 New York – the manager of the Palm Garden: when he was asked for a copy of the Daily News, he’d only one copy left: Ty Cobb, not Ruth, still led the League in batting. “As this century begins to rush by,” said the manager, handing over [his] copy, “things will always change.”

  6. avatar
    Eskaedor | 20 July 2014 at 2:22 pm #

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