posted on December 13, 2012 at 9:07 pm
         movement

look at this big

accidentally stumble upon motion

in seas august currents collide

light filtering down in shafted filaments

gold swims in my dim tided head muddled

i pluck words from a tree and smoke the resin of its nature

i am in cahoots with weeds i listen to their vegetal words

a flowery world then a wild summer fling

wet chlorine flesh bright blue day in past of pasts

oh we are all young again impossibly young

and we fly in dream fathomed mission over isotopia

the young pilots shot down from their sky

children in school in schools by the beach

the unbeatable hand of sometime ago

the untraceable source of the waves

the fair winds blow from souths

ships sails appear golden out there

in some perpetual turner like mist

my dream is salient my dream is still solvent

the lark of the meadow still sings my dream

i fall headlong into it oh it engulfs me

i am held within its softest strength

the cheetah in the deepest grove chases his dream

this same dream of flight of movement of travel

fly through space on a rainy day

drift thru andromeda by your electric fire

girl arrives dressed in white laughing at your door

a guitar overhead like seagulls in some welsh town

a dream within a dream sequence

a device that explains everything eventually

we are weightless baby you and i

we hover over cold moons but warmth holds us aloft

even so everything must sleep

gratefully the turbines which drive the city groan and wind down

the elephant slaves by rivers of flying fish

night is considerate considering everything i suppose

the breeze moves towards you on your balcony

the breeze  from the sea

the breeze  that blows love adoringly

 

 

 

 

14 Responses to “mysterious life after life”

  1. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 13 December 2012 at 9:57 pm #

    Very Beautiful !!!

    wish I could speak the same…

    I could use some sleep, been awake for days…a fever,
    a cold which flu…it spins and spirals along the same clamy wind
    ripped channel of soupy synapses arriving artificially along
    side my darkening depression…as if a delicate kite cautioned
    by lonely treez…
    I chose not to step off these floating rocks destined to sink sink
    once again…but I hav choice of none…it arrives like a brown paper
    package…all neatly bound and sealed…
    I smile upside down feeling inside out…destiny is but a sparkle crackle
    over cranium chemicals refusing to sit up straight and stand in line…
    darkness and darker I must hide wickedly away…only but for a day or
    two…so they say…minutes birthing upon hours as light n dark n light
    collide…whispers in the distance remind me of the shame same …same
    as once before , I drift about consciously nor I require any such move-mentz…
    Illness all around me laying beside me one more dreaded rhyme time again.

    I cannot feel pain when feelings are those which hurt…’severe’, ‘major’, such
    extreme words to definablly design a reason why…I no longer have the capacity
    to dream like all the rest.

    Daz

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 13 December 2012 at 9:59 pm #

      …for u – BB

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        bigbopper | 14 December 2012 at 5:56 pm #

        I prefer the earlier one you plagiarized but good effort mate. Keep at it!

        bigbop

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 December 2012 at 8:35 pm #

          …thanx mate.

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    Kohl Ette | 14 December 2012 at 12:00 am #

    I was out the back unpacking
    and repacking lacking any idea of time
    only knowing it was dark but incidentally
    I was thinking more of greed
    and envy and ideas of virtue
    and how the little dutch girl could represent success
    or its antithesis
    either way, she is useful, is the point
    but only from a certain perspective
    from an unexpectedly refreshing perspective
    like the zephyr through the louvres
    she may no longer be just little in a cutesy way
    and her nationality she’s welcome to overstay
    her sex a blessing and what joy
    that that sparked a glow between girl and boy
    somewhere in the evening’s medium
    and the whiting out was not obliteration
    as at first anticipated but intensification
    he did not retreat and neither did she
    but came to the fore
    to be shore to be shore.

  3. avatar
    Chris | 14 December 2012 at 12:14 am #

    Channelling Keats and Coleridge again sk?

  4. avatar
    Paul Fitz | 14 December 2012 at 9:58 am #

    Brilliant…. again. 🙂

  5. avatar
    C escherbach | 14 December 2012 at 11:07 am #

    Could you continue this tomorrow? I’d love to return to this place.

    (“look at this big”… I did)

  6. avatar
    Stephen Moir | 14 December 2012 at 5:46 pm #

    Recent Steve Kilbey interview (posted 9 Dec) which may be of interest to regular Time Being readers who are worried about the potential end of the world…

    I certainly found it an interesting wee listen.

    http://13thfloor.co.nz/2012/12/09/steve-kilbey-of-the-church-a-foot-soldier-in-the-rock-roll-wars-interview/

  7. avatar
    Melissa | 14 December 2012 at 7:51 pm #

    beautiful 🙂

  8. avatar
    andy | 15 December 2012 at 7:15 am #

    it’s my birthday the 15th……i’d love some good news from ya kilbs!

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      Admin | 15 December 2012 at 7:45 am #

      ok hows this…….i dont think the world will really end….
      happy birthday andy. i love ya man!

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 15 December 2012 at 1:34 pm #

      Happy B-Day …Fantastic Andy !!!

      Daz

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    Kohl Ette | 29 December 2012 at 2:06 pm #

    TEARS FOR HUMANKIND DRIVING BLIND IF NOT FOR STARS THAT SHINED
    For all your pain i now cry
    For all your joy i now cry too
    For being here i thank you
    For being far i miss you
    For all you do i thank you
    I’m grateful for all you give
    may our souls outlive us
    may time heal and forgive us
    may grief never aggrieve us
    may deceit never deceive us
    may belief always believe us
    may children be mischievous
    may thief never thieve us
    may peace please us
    may Jesus hear us
    I may be delirious
    It’s been a long day
    long away
    work horse and dray.
    Already spent pay.
    Come what may
    I’m hitting the hay.


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