snare grips, snare holds, snare rolls.
your being is brought into the equation
through you we travel now together
bleep blip and so on and so forth
let us breath
distant past and so near present
within reach
closer
I can reach you
I can see you
I can feel you
now you speak to me again
consistently speaking my tongu
e
going towards a new plac
e
layers of being present
waves and waves and waves and waves
ears wrapped around my head
break through
flight of fancy and windswept free
floating and bracing the everlasting current
liquid logic set in motion
bearing down on supreme me
gurgle gurgle urgle oogle
uh uh uh uh
gripping
restoration of sorts
freelance
snap snap snap
shakes head side to side
free form
rhythm logic versus the inconsistent flavour
for our sharing and caring and meeting
and now we found ourselves again
up
and up
and to the side
and now down
but always on the way up
but with our feet flat firmly on the ground
Freedom surrounds us here
without despair
and the soldier of fortune in our ear
relentless in its place
without disgrace
is the magician of love
taking place
oh lord
oh love
give thy dove
to the being
and the place
within this disgrace
pleasure behold
the magic unfold
unto another place
your telling I will embrace
dugga dugga dugga gugga dug
uh uh uh uh
Ok
Forward
Without hesitation
but rhythm
and perseverance, with feeling
not time, but stride
Feeling weak
forever devourered
by the untold fortress in mind
structure so deep
and so strong
and so longing to be found
clarity depends on me
rhythm grows within me
language defies me
but seldom does the wind bless me
amount to structures untold
be willing to be bought and sold
faint forward leaning
gains its true meaning
and slides into a rhyme
of being and time
and grace and space
and a willingness to retrace
the forgotten scenarios of the past
in which you will not last
the end of time
without a fleeting, finders
keepers losers weepers
fleeting glance of ages past
when and where you’re from
and where your going that’s what we’ve done
slow now deep in mind
for what was will be in time
Ticka ticka tacka toe
here we here we here we go
Slow snake down the rhythm gorge
sliding
riding
level forged
slow, steep
Meryl Streep
tick tick, ticka tacka toe
wooooooooooooooooooooooo
Techtonic surrender
my life remembers
the fleeting and the floating
the bloating and the gloating
but not forever was it disdained
and there rings true a semblance retained
of fowl and fledgling
and misplaced sacriledge
suck it up boy
and let it ride over
for the menstruation doesn’t cease
that is why we are not at peace
imbalanced perfection
delays my resurrection
Whoa
Space, rain,
the clapping remains
Negotiating the grease monkey trap
Once more.
Static grin,
slippery fin.
Crystal aqua water -
Granted another slaughter.
Serene, steel like fade
Very fine fellow,
Mellow and free
Causing harm and spin.
Chargrin, him
To we all cowtow
Grinding halting forever faulting
Shuffle shuffle shake shake
The bake remake
For fucks sake
Over and over and over and over,
And over and…
Over, again
Riding high through the sky
Red orange glow as the world melts away
To heaven scent and a roll in the hay
Hey, say what, stay
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
Shuffle forth and be me for a while
Finger skin,
Wrinkling
Cracked
And slightly bleeding
A soul dancing
Heart bleeding
Pounding,
tripping forth
Felling wanted’ loved
With a mind in lost control
Just leaving
Through gilded doors
Copper spirals
Energy floating free
A soul,
Lost control
Sparking, igniting
Under surrender
Lost control
Skipping a beat or two
In lieu of being two
Spread out in a discordant manner
Sunrise blanket of misconception
Take its hold
Freely disconcerted
Fear driven
Mass appeal crowds sex appeal
Veal for the meal
Forever adverse to hidden
Breakdowns
Back and forth with a guitar lick of luck
A pluck
A fuck
And a chance to say hello
Say hello
Say goodnight and
Glow, glow, glow
Waving whilst digging
High school dance
Ferry romance
The grind to find
A romantic destination
A floral reception
Splendour in a far off land
Tip tap toe
A knee slap to go
Shoulders up
Arse out
Ready to pout
Filmic remake
For god’s sake
Never a new direction
Multiple erections
Rolling thunder
Will make him plunder
Banging banging
Dreaming and weening
Strengthened weak
A forests mighty peak
Sloppy seconds aint my style
Will remember you in a little while
Go slow
Down below
Dark nights
In the forest a burning
No more heads turning
But rolling thunder will make us plunder
Forgiven depths,
sacred scripts
Fire and brimstone, like hell on a telephone
No need for speed
We’ve got
Weeds
Seldom, rapture, breathing, intake
forlourn and scarred
shadow pattern
whispering grass
splintered vista
ba bop
chugga chugga chugga
cha cha
worble orble arble oooh
cha cha
plah-be
tucka tucka tucka tugga tor
cha cha