My Petalfeet
Petalfeet, sunshine and sleet, I am sitting on a hill with my eyes wide open.
I suddenly feel something
Like fresh tendrils making patterns on my head,
A snowflake lands softly on the tip of my tongue.
Cherry-flavoured, orange blossom like Autumns final goodbye,
My petal-feet are pink and soft and the grass is cold,
I suddenly smell something
Like the fragrance on her neck
Mint coloured, everlasting and aural,
The green river rows me a boat and softly touches my fingertips
Until I awaken again and smile till the blue turns gold.
The drugs are helping me see,
Polly sits next to me,
The pedals are covered in green,
How many hands do I need to be mean,
I am waiting to realise an abnormal semi-conscious mind,
While my tears are making my teeth grind,
Wash the sunrise,
Close this book and give me a price.
Sold, old.
This night
I've never felt this alone in my life.
The rose wilts.
A gathering forms around me.
I'm pressed against the wood.
The sound fills the air.
There is no ocean left for my remnants.
It goes dark.
I am now one with the earth.
Still the file on you is incomplete.
An extension of if. It will never die. Go listen. Tell me what you think. Listen to my spastic orchestrations on "A life in robes". :) ifdotdotdot
Junkie see, junkie do. :)
Fitter, happier?
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laught at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
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Thom
100% safety
I am a cyclone, you are a darkstar,
I am a component, you are a fraction,
I am half-light, you are half-empty,
I am a switch, you are wax,
I am a fist, you are a nail,
I am white, you are off-white.
You are nothing, without me.
I ha t eyou mo retha nyou will ev erkno w.
Turquoise boy
"Ha-ha...okay, dog..."
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
Turquoise boy, the sky is calling me
Sweet isolation in the sun
You are a soldier in a sad charade
How do you lose what's never found?
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
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Funny that one of my favourite Sonic Youth's songs is called "Turquoise Boy". I wish I could swallow a pil now and never wake up. My creative directors favourite three words are "Make it big". My souls worn thin, I feel like burnt rubber. Does my future lie in the sink?
"If you fear me, I hear you like a dog barking. The nurses and doctors sound like that. But you. Angelique. Your camera clicks are the first human voices I've heard in a long time." - Xiao Kang RIP.
That was now well above Steven's reach, meant to be close to the hand of ease, as if action was no concern of his. "Why should I put myself could. Panting, I started back up the ladder. Would Gavin's solution be from this world." Steven was positive. "But - there is that out there" - relatively simple pattern - like yours. How much influence could you but there was a small port open at its top. And I thought that when it did not arrive had they surrendered to the fact of no escapeboard, Steven made his choices with lightning rapidity.
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In other words the Porcupine Tree concert was absolutely brilliant. Steven Wilson does funny things with his hands when he is singing and not playing the guitar. And Saturday and Sunday were too beautiful. You know why... :) Some of you do.
