posted on August 23, 2012 at 9:30 pm

the vegetals speak

on a world warm day

the deep sea is green and cold

i am whirled about in it

the earth pauses

the morning holds its breath

something changed today

i cant tell yet what it is

something seemed like it was being manifested

the air was pregnant

an arrival seemed imminent

everything grew stiller and stiller

i waited …..we all waited…

we were somewhere waiting

the stillpoint went on and on and on

i was in a hotel in brighton settling a room charge

i was in a train speeding towards hamburg

i was in the sea in bondi

i was watching the esoteric pyramids of art and music twist in me head

i was at school and in jail

i was ash in the furnace

i wish vishnu wanted me as a sunbeam in his effulgence

i wish i could enter nirvana hotel where the rooms are all black

you open the door to that delicious room

you smile to yourself one last time

as you think about all the bullshit back there

the warm darkness lies waiting containing something  lovely

you take a look around at the outside where its cold and bleak

your skin is so dry

that wind blowing atcha all the time

your body aches from a million insults and whacks

your ears reverberate like fucked up phased cicadas out of their trees

your eyes blinded by jealousy and heat and the silver flash of fame

your hands tremble and shake resembling earthquake

your mind so burned so scarred so hard

you are about to enter your room when you hear a voice

a voice out there in the wilderness calling for help

maybe calling your name its so hard to tell

but your room is ready

youve been waiting a long time

you can just go in and shut that door it wont matter anymore

the voice calls out more faintly

calling for help

you stand there on the threshhold of your room


what do i do now?





28 Responses to “the empty day”

  1. avatar
    Richard | 23 August 2012 at 9:46 pm #

    fuck the room

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    in endless fathoms great cthulhu lies dreaming | 23 August 2012 at 10:03 pm #

    Fuck em. Everyone got to find their own way. Go in the room, shut the door, go to sleep forever.

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    DogWater | 23 August 2012 at 10:06 pm #

    I often want to respond to Steve’s writing but I just don’t have the words. I’m not a poet or a writer. This one brought an image to mind though – Magritte’s Time Transfixed. Maybe it could be hanging in that room.
    (Just coz I’m not a writer don’t mean I can’t be pretentious!)

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 23 August 2012 at 11:08 pm #

    an empty day indeed…(?)
    the pictures that you took on that day all have a great aura about them
    I would have to guess-good that …that particular day was a wonderful day 4 u
    A lovely bouquet of petals eloquently along side to also enjoy the day…yum
    I would have to fashion to say-
    that was not an empty day…

    I really like this set of pics- colors are energetic n vibrant.

    Laura n I try each day to make a memory, we
    trust in our love to do the rest…


  5. avatar
    eekie | 23 August 2012 at 11:50 pm #

    Depends on whose voice it is.
    For some I’d go back to help.
    For others I’d just laugh and walk on through that door.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 24 August 2012 at 8:05 pm #

      Actually, yes, this is the way! Spot on.

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    david | 24 August 2012 at 3:19 am #

    ..thing is , is , it all matters..and the pregnant pause , a slight of hand.we cant stop the time, and it coupled with distance ,its ugly brother, . .heartache makes me so sick and it hurts more than the rest..i wonder why? is it ’cause connections are so few and far.
    we’re way too smart for our own goods but this love jive always cocks it it up.i wish i had an answer like “buy one get one free” or “zero% financing”….but i dont …my advice …thresholds are under-rated,hang out …for the time being.

    p.s if you scream someones name in your head real loud as the world..and they answerback(in your head )…well i dont know what what to do if they answer back , it’s never worked but its a good spell, much love as we can spare o to the clan kilbey.

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    CAth | 24 August 2012 at 8:11 am #

    You listen
    you sit
    you feel
    you breathe
    You disappear into the space between
    you laugh at the cicadas bringing them back into phase
    you marvel at the miracle of a moment
    so pregnant with poignancy
    you return to your body
    where all sounds normal again
    for where you were was many places
    who you was were many faces 🙂

  8. avatar
    Boriah | 24 August 2012 at 9:29 am #

    Enter your room and kill the owner of the voice, get rid of the corpse, and then pick the Fender and play Florian Trout till you fall asleep.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 August 2012 at 9:47 am #

    change the script – it’s your voice, your room. Beautiful ethereal words.

  10. avatar
    Chris | 24 August 2012 at 11:54 am #

    Be careful what voices you listen to Steve…we all listen to yours regularly to take in its purity, divine longing, wisdom, accuracy, insight and perception of this beautiful world. If you are bleeding but there are no cuts, take hold of the healing power of Vishnu, JC and the One.We are all with you man…peace and love.

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      thetimebeing | 24 August 2012 at 1:41 pm #

      thank you chris!
      i am longing more than ever!

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      linjo | 24 August 2012 at 7:29 pm #

      The first two lines Chris, love it, yes Steve that is probably all around on TTB. Listening to your own conscience will probably serve you more than the words of others, you your own God! you know you are xxx Linda

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    Kohl Ette | 24 August 2012 at 7:53 pm #

    We (you, me, he, she, they) all have our idealised side we long to inhabit with satisfaction and less favourable side, maybe personified as helplessness, for example. Most people are those things yet also not, because there is the ‘in between’ of which you often speak. That may be spirit which itself can be idealised, as angelic (or not), possibly as the fighter. Spirit is more likely just essence. The grace of a person rising above the world and simultaneously imbuing the world with something unique – miracles we sometimes take for granted.

  12. avatar
    DavidP | 24 August 2012 at 10:52 pm #

    Probably the only love equal to laying down one’s life for another is the renunciation of nirvana for them.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 August 2012 at 2:06 am #

    …some dance to remember, some dance to forget (relax,) said the night(man): you can check out any time you like.

    • avatar
      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 25 August 2012 at 11:52 am #

      but you can never leave…

      • avatar
        Anonymous | 25 August 2012 at 10:45 pm #

        …such a lovely place

  14. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 25 August 2012 at 5:27 am #


    Just another face in the crowd wandering towards obscurity…
    driven by the dull desires of a worn out tired routine-
    Stagnant in the suffocating silence of an emotional exile unseen…
    a fugitive from freedom surrenders secrets of mediocrity-
    A helpless voice starts the inevitable downward sink…
    no choice to b made if u never stopped to truly think-

    Weary and weakened by each passing day as vague ideas …reluctantly
    take the stage – accompanied by actors from yet another passionless play.

    Immersed in the greater good to justify this cause and a higher calling…
    To this a new day and the longing of a collective reality –
    Synchronized societies satisfy the individuals truth not ordinarily seen …
    We have all become metallic parts – shiny …
    mechanized, dehumanized, now just another one of their senseless tired


  15. avatar
    narelle | 26 August 2012 at 12:00 am #

    so many places visited by the writer on that lovely warm…do all these places pop up while writing?? or do you get hammered all day with this stuff?

    as a man thinks so he becomes

    think your noblest, your highest, your purest…think the best you can, not the worst…aim high, for the higher the arrow is aimed, the higher the mark it hits (The Wisdom of the Upanishad-s, Annie Besant)

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    Chris | 26 August 2012 at 11:03 am #

    According to scripture and the early theologians, angels exist to praise God, and humans who experience their presence are being guided toward the universal hymn of praise. Mystics and seers have heard their song, and those who respond to the angels’ message move inevitably toward the harmony the angels represent…peace on earth. By joining the song of the angels, human hearts and minds are connected to the power of the invisible creation, and their lives renewed. Angels dwell in that liminal world between time and eternity. Mystics and other people of genius often describe being in between these two planes as a still point of deep spiritual awareness – a timeless moment or dream experience when something further is revealed to them. They see the unity of the material creation and the totality of time. Time was not linear or cyclic but rooted in the veiled present of eternity.

    The presence of an angel is described as heavenly perfume: the scent of flowers perhaps, or sweet myrrh. The ancient priests could perceive angels…and begin to live as angels, albeit in the material world. They were able to transmit angel fragrance and knowledge throughout the visible creation, because they were themselves that sweet perfume. Knowledge of the angels is beyond the veil of intellectual enquiry. Knowledge of the angels, both knowing angels and knowing what they know, is knowledge of a different order. It is beyond human knowledge, and once received, supersedes all human knowledge. It cannot be unlearned; there is no going back. Enoch said that he was transformed into an angel: taken out of his material body, clothed with a heavenly garment and anointed with sweet myrrh oil. When he had been thus united with the Lord of the universe, an archangel taught him all the secrets of the creation, and he then returned to the material world as a messenger, an angel.

    Anyone who experiences the presence of an angel is changed by it, and becomes, in a very real sense, part of it. They become wise – another angel – and part of that unity that is the essence of Love itself – God. St. Paul said that people rooted and grounded in this love are able to comprehend the length, breadth, depth and height of heaven. They will be filled with the fullness of God. People often sense an inexplicable fragrance in their presence and see an aura or halo around them. The role of the angels is to bind this visible world – and us with it – to God.

    The Buddha writes of the angels: ‘No clouds gathered in the skies and the polluted streams became clear, whilst celestial music rang through the air and the angels rejoiced with gladness. With no selfish or partial joy but for the sake of the law they rejoiced, for creation engulfed in the ocean pain was now to obtain release.’

    Scripture and the early church writers tell us that people can become angels. The process is called resurrection. Jesus himself said that angels are children of God and children of the resurrection, and so people who experience the revivifying power of God – resurrection – become angels. Resurrection does not only occur after physical death. It occurs when we enter the fragrant presence of God and glimpse the majesty, glory and ecstatic wonder of God – perfect love and peace. They are saints. They are humans become angels….and I met one quite recently….

    • avatar
      linjo | 26 August 2012 at 4:55 pm #

      Are we not living in the age of reason? Steve, thank goodness for the taxpayers that our children are privileged to have an education and develop enquiring minds so they will never have to be subdued by this absolute childish rubbish. Blind faith, never question, never ask, never doubt. Your ticket to heaven baby!

  17. avatar
    hellbound heart | 26 August 2012 at 8:44 pm #

    wouldn’t surprise me if I don’t make it to heaven/nirvana/whatever higher plane there may be……I am human with all the faults and weaknesses that brings……

  18. avatar
    DavidP | 27 August 2012 at 2:03 am #

    I think the only way a human will transform into an angel is by doing the spiritual work of removing negative inner states, raising the nature of their energies and helping others spiritually.

  19. avatar
    Chris | 28 August 2012 at 6:00 pm #

    …..and in Scripture and tradition angels are almost always associated with heavenly music and singing…

  20. avatar
    Chris | 29 August 2012 at 9:50 pm #

    Entertaining Angels While Aware

    in between the words and phrases
    the scent of myrrh and frankincense 
    a snowfall-quiet caress of divine wings that flutters within the soul
    between the words and phrases
    the shared perceptions of the ministry of the frost at midnight
    quietly settling and changing and coating with diamond-clear crystals
    the fragile moments of this time being
    in between the notes and phrases
    glimmering shadows at the edges of our sight
    shifting and sifting between the planes of the now and the not yet
    as solid as flesh
    as translucent as love
    their song resonates within the chamber of my mind
    then sings on in mystical notes of shimmering clarity
    that echo into eternity 

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