quiet, Netflix and chill
the end of the beginning
hot pot and crusty bread
I left the world today
I fear I won’t come back
I pray and hope
the other side
I don’t want to play
I feel like it’s already Monday
Saturday night fell
like the dong of a bell
It’s easy to tell
This won’t go well
It’s easy to say
write about the day
how the weather played
and the rain stayed
so we were all here
drowned, I fear
the umbrella didn’t steer
the storm didn’t clear
and I’m a drowned rat
its cliche to say that
but the dogs on the mat
and we don’t have a cat
so don’t give me flack
and don’t get on my back
coz my muse is in my bed
there’s nothing in me head
no thoughts for me to tread
the melody is dead
Write a rhyme he said
in a ridiculous fez
it won’t be your best
but it’s not a test
we’ll delete at your bequest
your happiness our quest.
Oozing comfort from winter, the
Rain is vanquished into sweetness
As the colours of the world change,
Nestling into shades of bleakness.
Give me the most fragrant nectar
Enchanted by the missing sun
Memories of the warm and fuzzy
Orating against cold, I’m not
Convinced when the sky is white
However he warms my insides
And I’m distracted from wintry night.
Thought Process: A child looking up their ancestors in a futuristic census.
The digi-print of their bi-racial thumbs
hovered above the apple interface
the key to her genealogical tale
resolving the mysteries of her people.
The story begins in Melbourne city,
they met at the grandest Who-vian fare,
falling in love amongst dancing Daleks
by May they were married in Italy.
He was a master of the English sound,
playing with words like the piper to his flute
His mind was a musical on Broadway,
oozing in verbal mischief and folly.
She was a perpetual creator,
every moment was a tale worth telling.
She captured her world in poems and pictures,
humanity was her greatest hobby.
He couldn’t understand how people worked,
he felt the universes emotions.
He played the game, untangled puzzles
but humans were his greatest riddle.
She forgot the rules and danced to her tune,
she was befuddled by the “time and place”.
She conquered the world one day at a time,
her feet moving in time with life’s fiddle.
They were known as the wonderfully weird,
she coloured the world with her random thoughts,
he held her up with his quirky ladder.
They danced, two pieces of the same puzzle.
keep calm and love life
whirling stream of happiness
inside soft green ceramic
I can feel the magic
We climbed our days, as they became our nights,
we were the weathered women in thunder.
We kept fighting while our hair turned silver,
painted away in the eternal white.
She turned to me with her grey crystal eyes,
her soul weeping with the rain, the grey clouds
weaved and roared about like a lone wolf howl
calling for mercy, from the rumbling skies.
Where are we? Alone upon a mountain.
Inspired by a piece from Luis Royo: http://www.luisroyo.com/en/gallery/
jesting at court
we connect you to
deep in data
I’m a virtual world
Inspired whilst walking along St. Georges Road on St. Georges Day on a very sunny Sunday.
I walk St Georges Road,
it’s a far cry from home.
The southern sun explodes
over sand and white foam.
There is only one way,
it’s far from where I’ve grown.
But time turns with the day,
a new world for me to roam.
I find myself on a road,
feeling strong emotion
peaceful town happiness
chaos and commotion.
are like words in an old book,
that no one will read.
Saying you will never change,
that we’ll always be the same.
People hide from truth,
like the mouse in the attic,
hoping no one sees.
But Autumn will bring the rain,
and nothing stays the same.
I don’t want the past.
I don’t recall who I was.
I just want to live now.
Everybody wants to be,
simply who they’re meant to be.
But this little voice, that’s me
just wants to be closer to free.
I am made to serve the people of Earth.
I am found under the introductions.
I work to enhance a carpenters’ worth.
I am measured in all my productions.
My subjects think me imperishable,
I create an unbreakable line.
Once drawn, it becomes unquestionable
although enemies will try to deny.
I go wherever my people will go.
My life’s purpose is to serve until death,
I pledge them all a happy tomorrow,
in a long linear straightforward breath.
My people like to call me a ruler,
but my author just finds me peculiar.
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