Shit..zoned out there for a bit, I didn't plan that,
Pleasant interlude that it was, multicolored and coming on in waves,
But shit..I zoned out there for a bit,
Looks like now it's 2pm on a grainy day becoming radiant,
My garden is full of vampires, it's 2pm and there's no-one I can call,
Everyone is at work or play or a non-subtle blend of both.
WorkPlay,
Huh...funny that, PlayWork sounds whack,
It doesn't scan, the semantics are all wrong and it leaves you in a vulnerable position in a conversation,
If you company is quick, full of wit and resentful of listening,
But WorkPlay,
That works on so many levels; it invites sub-textural analysis, it evokes lateral thought,
It summons tricks, it is a portent to fantasy and illusion,
Everyone's at it.
Shit...zoned out there for a bit, unplanned waveforms of radiant grain,
Here comes the rain,
2pm and my garden is full of Vampires.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
The5th
What do we want :
NOSTALGIA!
When do we want it :
NOW!
Did we do anything back then that deserves the accolade of being embossed in the Memory Of Soft-Focus :
WE CAN'T REMEMBER (AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS)
Shall we invent our own history and then rewrite it as nostalgia :
WE'VE ALREADY DONE THAT (BUT IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS IT USED TO BE)
Do you remember the day that disappeared so quick into Mid-light,
And then vanished into filtered Pink soft-light,
And the castle was lit from all sides,
An invention of Progressive Times,
Where tokens were made in miniature,
And deals were done,
Everything was agreed upon,
Remember that?
YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS
We don't want your nostalgia, we want the one that we remember.
NOW
NOSTALGIA!
When do we want it :
NOW!
Did we do anything back then that deserves the accolade of being embossed in the Memory Of Soft-Focus :
WE CAN'T REMEMBER (AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS)
Shall we invent our own history and then rewrite it as nostalgia :
WE'VE ALREADY DONE THAT (BUT IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS IT USED TO BE)
Do you remember the day that disappeared so quick into Mid-light,
And then vanished into filtered Pink soft-light,
And the castle was lit from all sides,
An invention of Progressive Times,
Where tokens were made in miniature,
And deals were done,
Everything was agreed upon,
Remember that?
YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS
We don't want your nostalgia, we want the one that we remember.
NOW
The4th
The saving grace of our Belief Systems,
And the accepted Truths within,
Is the relativity inherent within a Universe experienced once,
The condition of Flying is the sum of swimming and dreaming and (this bit has been censored).
(this bit has been censored) and Flying at the same time will perhaps one day release us,
From all the truths we now accept as integral to our Belief Systems,
And we will truly experience the Universe more than once.
I hope a day comes soon, brighter than today,
When one and all is able to (this bit has been censored),
And relative to Now,
This bit will be nothing except,
(this bit has been censored).
And the accepted Truths within,
Is the relativity inherent within a Universe experienced once,
The condition of Flying is the sum of swimming and dreaming and (this bit has been censored).
(this bit has been censored) and Flying at the same time will perhaps one day release us,
From all the truths we now accept as integral to our Belief Systems,
And we will truly experience the Universe more than once.
I hope a day comes soon, brighter than today,
When one and all is able to (this bit has been censored),
And relative to Now,
This bit will be nothing except,
(this bit has been censored).
The3rd
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
And almost don't stop in time,
I trip out to them often, mostly when it's early enough not to bother anyone,
Mostly when day is breaking like some poet would describe with rich textures re-creating,
Or a painter when they're not thinking, just painting,
Paintwork and History and the magnificence of the significance,
Of the similarity obvious between this way and that,
When the Devil stands back,
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
Right up to my face,
Into my eyes and deep into my brain,
The Classic Symmetry of Mutual Entwinement,
The Enshrinement of Our Best Efforts,
They almost don't stop in time, and I trip out to them more often than I should.
And almost don't stop in time,
I trip out to them often, mostly when it's early enough not to bother anyone,
Mostly when day is breaking like some poet would describe with rich textures re-creating,
Or a painter when they're not thinking, just painting,
Paintwork and History and the magnificence of the significance,
Of the similarity obvious between this way and that,
When the Devil stands back,
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
Right up to my face,
Into my eyes and deep into my brain,
The Classic Symmetry of Mutual Entwinement,
The Enshrinement of Our Best Efforts,
They almost don't stop in time, and I trip out to them more often than I should.
The2nd
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (the ones you throw at me),
And this gives me hope,
Just enough,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
I Hope.
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your throwing is more beautiful than all the August mornings I've ever seen).
And this gives me hope,
Just enough,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
I Hope.
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your throwing is more beautiful than all the August mornings I've ever seen).
The1st
..I've never bothered with upgrades; the big upgrade cult eluded me,
I know I know, the advantages are many, the downsides hardly downsides and the enhanced levels of AI so close to pure telekinesis as to render the chains and cogs of standard issue gear inept and crude,
But THAT'S just the way I like things to be.
Inept, crude and downright appropriate for the task at hand,
Anything more would send clear signals to my soul, what remains of it now I've severed the core-plugs, that my heart has been hi-jacked by my brain, or A brain, I'm not sure anymore, and that all memories of all that before-stuff,
The ones that flicker in analogue glory on my rickety image generator built into this cumbersome head-gear,
Are simply that now:
Memories.
God I want to go home.
Ok Cx-16, run the initial programs, zoom forward three sectors,
Set coolers to thermal scan,
And erase my ThoughtLogDrive for the last....18 minutes please,
Let's Go.
I know I know, the advantages are many, the downsides hardly downsides and the enhanced levels of AI so close to pure telekinesis as to render the chains and cogs of standard issue gear inept and crude,
But THAT'S just the way I like things to be.
Inept, crude and downright appropriate for the task at hand,
Anything more would send clear signals to my soul, what remains of it now I've severed the core-plugs, that my heart has been hi-jacked by my brain, or A brain, I'm not sure anymore, and that all memories of all that before-stuff,
The ones that flicker in analogue glory on my rickety image generator built into this cumbersome head-gear,
Are simply that now:
Memories.
God I want to go home.
Ok Cx-16, run the initial programs, zoom forward three sectors,
Set coolers to thermal scan,
And erase my ThoughtLogDrive for the last....18 minutes please,
Let's Go.
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