There’s not much company here
How odd it is then to be in such good company
Solipsism? Hardly dear…
Rapping fingers on dark oak beneath tiffany
In the light of that peculiar slight dyspepsia
A sinking ballast
Keeper ambrosia
Hold fast
Thumos is spirit
So spirits today!
Can you still hear it?
Keeper ambrosia won’t send us away!
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Discipline
The name that rings so sweetly in the mind
The heart’s a trampoline
It jumps to leave that word behind
Yet the tonic it repeats
Enticing with fresh mornings
Even after all of our retreats
Heavy are all wisdom’s warnings
Yet not as mighty as her feats
So do not tarry and do not harri
Become simply ordinary
As the meter
Cause with each beat you’ll become extra
Victory wine will flow by litre
Ah the music yet to break
Hurry now towards the sweet refrain
There is much love to make
Gaining strength again you will again
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They want magic to come from unknown places
As soon as the source is revealed
There’s a frown on their faces
Why! They collectively squealed.
I could have done that!
There’s no wonder
For I too have a rabbit and hat
Which leaves all us dancers annoyed
Is this philosophy that hard to know
That what God has most thorough enjoyed
Is that creatures of mud from mud gold can grow
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Ergonomic
Economic
Very frugal my legerdemain
It’s a magic
That is clicking
Constant warmup
…clock is ticking…
You
Won’t catch up
It’s
The brain
Gotta balance some elixir esoteric as the East
So you pop and so you stumble in the service of the Beast
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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.
I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.
DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )
Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals
Lyrics
All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places
I use them to make traces of my past
And that’s the path I walk on
In repetitious circles
I just go round and round and round
Sometimes I think that
That I have found
A line that is straight
But I’m still on the ground
I’m still going round
O Yea
Wait a little while with me
Wait a little while and see
The magic of a symmetry
Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree
Is the wine any less fine
Just because you’ve tasted it
Once more
Once more
So come on by and knock on
And knock on my old door
So come on by and let’s sit
Let’s sit on my floor
Let’s pourout all the whiskey
Pour it into dirty cups
Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something
That we never ever ever grow weary of
All these starry thoughts
Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….
In the light of the trees
And the evenings cool cool cool breeze
I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting
Why are waiting
Why are we frustrating
When we could
Be turning round as the wheel
And to feel what is real
Is the motion of eternal
Again … again
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Baking in the southern air
Out here where the summers stare
One by one they are aligned
And their weapons are inclined
In morbid array
Pointing out the end of day
Day eh eh eh away o day
Where the waters no longer run
No prism is painted by the sun
I row – I row
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
You sow
My sweet fictional tomorrow
You only beg and borrow
Time will show the circles full
As I row past
All Passing
Here there is no guessing
Where
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Well
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Any old paper will do
A scribble or typeface is equally true
As a nod unto firmament
Or some bittersweet heart’s lament
To write is to sing
To speak is to breathe
Giving souls a wing
And nerves reprieve
How cheap is the pleasure
Of such a great treasure
A pen and a paper you pulled from the refuse
Gift worthy of the most beautiful muse
Drops against my window
On a Wednesday Afternoon
All came in a neat row
Neither slow nor soon
As I lay dreaming
My limbs drank in their soothing sound
Carrying a meaning
Of times and spaces more profound
For all is water
All was always so
Since Eve’s first daughter
Watched its ebb and flow
There is motion
There is meaning
In the ocean
Of my dreaming
As the patter on the window
Does with every moment grow
Like the trees that lined the garden
Long ago
There is only memory and pardon
In the winter drizzle
I now know
There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard…
so I’m…
Hanging With Cecilia…
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb
Of the weird ocean known as time
Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no greater than a Dime
Running up and down and back and forth
Up to the south
and down to the north
For gravity, she had nothing but derision
For all her, goings were her own decision
Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider
This masterful seamstress
Was a divine glider
Keeping the magic staying distress
Though the fly’s plight might seem tragic
When caught in her net
His permutation for her satiation
Is a communion without regret
Drunk on her poison feeling no pain
The six-legged flyer releases his soul but not in vain
For Cecilia spider has sent him on home
Where he’s a light beneath a magnificent dome
Thus is the keeping of time and its half
So darling don’t fear
For death is a laugh
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https://catherinetterings.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Spider-Watch-Lapel-Pin-343441685
It turns you
Into city visions
Your eyes become
Kaleidoscopes
Of other peoples
Dreams
Daze-ed is the walk of those
Among the walls that talk
They cannot separate
The lead out from the chorus
Thus feeding on frustrate
That ether
They are static things
Electric buzzing
In the maelstrom
Of soft white lies
And forgotten histories
What use have we for arcane
Magic
Or for symmetry
Such things are daft and tragic
Leave us be
There is no need of learning
Save to secure
The turning of a gear
That will assure
Tomorrow
They don’t know why
And do not sorrow
That tomorrow
Is today
Transmission
The transmission
It’s a mission to deliver
Deaf, Blind, and Dumb
Transmission, Transmission
This banquet is just a crumb
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