posted on November 13, 2011 at 9:59 am

feel line kill bee


i search myself and i find myself wanting

wanting more of this wanting less of that

the sun spent last night shining brightly somewhere else

but laziness and i are in cahoots

tragedies rip chunks from a dwelling

great unasked for honours prop up tottering beams

daughter aurora whom i named in song 9 years before birth

she of all my children

with her olive hued skin

her hair the colour of shifting sand

her eyes are old navaho woman

her mind from a former time

the present confuses and bemuses her

she cant quite remember her great gift and…….

an affinity for magic and myth

she fills up on it and then cannot abide her real worlds

feeling persecuted by unnameable forces

sometimes her disdain comes back and bites her

is she a celt is she an indian is she a persian is she a moor ?

her vaunted intelligence makes everything vapid

a fish out of water

a girl out of time

a fruit on a vine

but the same old zeitgeist the one who keeps changing

the spirit is attractive

its hard to ignore him

after all we all must live in our times

why yearn towards the past realms of magic 

when ive one million tricks up one million sleeves ?

and quick as a flash i’m trotting out novelties 

and gossips and weddings and gadgets and clothes

the never ending present is a great fatigue

to those who long for future and past

i took my longing and made it the subject

for almost every song that i ever will write

its a thrill that aches its like a warm chill

youve seen paradise and here is your bill

i guess that last line means i got too much time to kill

i admire that quiet man with his house on the hill

his garden so lush his window so still

i didnt think about it until……

a poem has tried to high jack my reverie

the things that i right here in strictly no confidence

i am your internet conscience as the nights go a’sliding

i am revealed gradually as the years go on hiding

man time is rushing like never before

reversing all that you hate and adore

you all love me once and love me no more

the wind sings a symphony i ask whats the score

in tatters the battered fish on the shore

my close from last night that lay on the floor

and drugs coursing through all of the veins at full bore

look i’m lifting off  now …what you standing there for…..?

i only want more and i only want more…..

reality convenes an intervention

one day you come home

and there sit all your fears anxieties and doubts

reality has decided you must play it straight

reality wants to be embraced

your fears need assuaging

your anxieties need soothing

your doubts need reassurance

reality suggests somewhere between everything else

reality lies a way

if you create your own reality…..

why only a devil would then create this hell

and what kind of god would design sweet eden

and kick out his angel

who loved it so well

god  flooded the world to wash away sin

devil flooded hell with his tears to begin

man is lost without and lost within

god with his mane

devil with his fin

god with his spear

devil with his pin

god with his out

devil with his in

god with his law

devil with his spin

god with his methadone

devil with his heroin

god with his platinum

devil with his tin

i say all of this

i love you in spades

sincerely sincerely

off now to hades




24 Responses to “schemata”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2011 at 10:20 am #

    holy lord and heavens above
    my mind is stuttering breathless and speechless and bug-eyed
    solar plexus is tingling
    what a whirlwind
    steeeev i love you man
    you amazing creature

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    foolonthehill | 13 November 2011 at 11:22 am #

    Space between man and woman linked
    father and daughter
    above Eden-extinguishes hell
    tis only Hades bell
    over a conundrum ya twitch
    the answer ley line with Wendy the Witch!

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    Anonymous | 13 November 2011 at 11:28 am #

    I’m sure you do already but: let her know how pretty it is where she knows/goes (Aurora) otherwise she’ll spend her life wondering why it is she has to be so quiet about some things and then too, many people will look at her (probably already do) and be confused when all it is is her that she wants them to see.

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    Alyona | 13 November 2011 at 11:40 am #

    sorry forgot to log in again
    you must be very lucky and blessed from what i hear about aurora
    my daughter used to be an interesting person until the age of 11… i don’t understand what happened then.
    just over 1 year old she could hardly speak but she could sing — wanted to hear a song but couldn’t articulate it so she sang a line to us — it was unmistakable, cantara
    later creating non-existing words, imaginary countries and languages… teachers complaining about her “non-linear thinking”
    wrote (improvised) a tiny mini song with all proper parts but nonsense lyrics
    loved rock music but never followed us blindly, picking bands artists and songs to suit her very own distinct taste
    even having lil girl crushes on musicians
    where did it all go? is this just a normal teenager butterfly into a vicious spider metamorphosis?
    i don’t recognize who she’s turned into
    only hoping that wonderful person i used to know will return someday

  5. avatar
    Once | 13 November 2011 at 11:54 am #

    Ah, his body, so firm and amazing
    I flow, lo, I become something worth saving
    I come in the first minute of coupling
    I rejoice in the rest of the doubling
    He and I are the perfect thing
    Hands joined afterwards, watching the telly
    Talking bout everything
    And, oh, he is a song to sing
    He is so lovely.
    When he leaves I wish him
    Safety life and love
    There’s nothing more that I can give him
    But yet I wish for him, everything
    His presence changes me
    And now I feel love
    Everything else is completely

    Uh…except for Facebook and The Time Being…LOL!

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 13 November 2011 at 1:15 pm #

      Yikes D… after reading that, think I need a smoke or a shower or both. And I don’t even smoke, keeping and getting busy I see. Good on you !!!

      Darrin K.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 13 November 2011 at 1:11 pm #

    So impressive…it flows like lava downward thru cracks and crevices, it closes in on you- all around you. It is to hot to define. It takes the oxygen out of your lungs…it leaves you gasping-grasping- for something to keep you upright.
    Comparisons of no other, you have no equal. You chose the words to mesmerize the masses. You hold mass from a pulpit behind a backlit screen. Soon the correct honor shall accompany your name, your legacy. Wordsmith with no modern equal. No subject or context can remain untouched. Its always your decisive decision to evoke us into awe.

    That was an excellent entry into our consciousness, just another part of your history which has eons to continue.

    Aurora is such a beautiful name and your blessed with five enchanting angels. Father of his girls.

    NICE PIC !!! also


  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 November 2011 at 1:19 pm #

    I feel for Aurora; it’s not easy being a girl out of time.

    • avatar
      Lara | 13 November 2011 at 10:44 pm #

      hmm. that was me. don’t know why it came up anon. Your Vet’s Day post got me thinking about my own dad, whose scholarly career was derailed by the draft for Vietnam.

      much love, L

  8. avatar
    DavidP | 13 November 2011 at 2:14 pm #

    I think its not possible to awaken in the light alone
    an experience & understanding of its opposite is needed
    do we think we are going to hell
    do we think it is too late to change
    to expel the devils within
    to grow the divine within
    old habits die hard yes
    but progress can be made
    sacrifice the inferior so the superior can take its place
    brain can be re-wired
    heart can be made lighter than a feather
    man is not totally lost
    he has a divine spark within
    and divine help without
    God helps those who make efforts
    sometimes that means being made to see the awful truth of our state
    by way of difficult circumstances which brings out the ugly sides
    these ugly sides having fed from life to life can be quite strong
    but a discovered defect is a potentially dead defect if we work on it
    it is not a path of flowers
    the path to Christ consciousness
    the direct path to the Absolute
    beware grey and black magic disguised as the truth
    but there is help
    and the help is in the Here and Now
    “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”
    “If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that”
    ~ Goethe
    take care, be aware

  9. avatar
    hellbound heart | 13 November 2011 at 4:26 pm #

    ah, ’tis more to this life than the heavens and the ground beneath us and you, dear sir, show these marvels to us mere mortals…..
    you are an amazing being

  10. avatar
    Stewart | 13 November 2011 at 5:49 pm #

    Wonderfully intriguing – thank you

  11. avatar
    captain mission | 13 November 2011 at 6:44 pm #

    your words come through resoundingly clear, in the dim insidious fog of a disappointing reality, it’s really good to occasionally catch a glimpse of some thing familiar.

  12. avatar
    Crasher | 13 November 2011 at 8:22 pm #

    eek a mouse burglar !
    lock up you cheddar.

  13. avatar
    Crasher | 13 November 2011 at 8:24 pm #

    oops lock up your cheddar..bugger i ruined it.
    now i’m really cheesed off.

  14. Kraig
    Kraig | 13 November 2011 at 11:50 pm #

    “reality convenes an intervention
    one day you come home
    and there sit all your fears anxieties and doubts”…

    Amen Brother!

  15. avatar
    bc | 14 November 2011 at 3:24 am #

    amen 😉

  16. avatar
    Cocoamo | 14 November 2011 at 3:32 am #

    We all love you once then love you no more?
    Hey, what’s not to love, or to even adore?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  17. avatar
    andy | 14 November 2011 at 8:46 am #

    walter de la mare, w.h.auden, that kind of pulse to it.
    i can write a tune ok, but you have every angle covered.
    it’s time for another book steve.
    check out
    mega-good deals’d be quids in!
    and we would all be very happy too.

  18. avatar
    . | 14 November 2011 at 9:59 am #

    your words are balanced and soothe
    how we all bleed and how we bruise
    over and over again, the sad news
    is that we can’t always choose
    the straight and bright paths, clues
    are placed before us, but we misuse
    our gifts and talents to peruse
    the carnal man too many times, few
    escape its grasp and end up losing
    themselves, afraid to see other views
    wisdom comes at a such a high price, true or not true?

  19. avatar
    scott | 14 November 2011 at 10:24 am #


  20. avatar
    Once | 14 November 2011 at 11:47 am #


    As in love


    Bout the above

    There’s no time

    For the restless mind

    There’s no reason

    To stop

    Take a drop,

    Singular flop

    It’s so easy to find

    Where is love you wonder

    Is it in song

    And then

    You feel the thunder

    Tell me I’m wrong

    Oh, it is all

    It is everything

    But don’t depend on anyone

    For who you’re being

    I could be you

    You could me be

    We could be anyone at all

    And this love

    This special love

    It could be anything at all

    The most important thing

    When you tip your head to the sky

    And sing for the clouds to never die

    The love of this life is the best love

    You’ll ever have.


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