I’m not sure where this is going, or at what speed… (revisited)

The grey sky and sea are one today.

The only discernible difference,

the texture of the latter.

The encumbrance of the matter

in mind’s funnel

distracts and disturbs.

Protracts and perturbs

still the distilling,

the stone at my neck

is blunt from the milling.

I ponder this song about addiction.

Another one I’m addicted to.

The frictionless sky

and the turbulent sea,

I sway between

the knowing way you look at me

oh mind’s eye,

and the mystery of unease,

the sky gets me there so soon

compared to the past,

on the sea,

in a tempested moon.

(photo credit: my brother)

No One is Around, pt 1 of 2

 

"Can we just lie here for a moment? She knows what 
to do and it's so much easier to make out the words 
if you press your ear against the stone." 

He hated this place. But she promised it would 
be the last time. And it had started to snow. 
It would hopefully slow the others down. 

They needed to leave. He was too scared to look 
at his watch and now he was struck by how beautiful 
she looked in this light. That pink light, reflecting 
from the tears frozen on her face. 

He pulled her gently up from her mother's grave.

 

 

 

Lyrics:
 mother they are coming again
 they come to shoot what we already lost
 mother they are coming again
 our silver covered by their rust

father they are coming again
 they come to jail the things that i have seen
 father they are coming again
 burning minds to keep the ruin clean

no one is around

„little girl there’s safer ground
 follow the sea and you will find that place
 little girl there’s safer ground
 come take your years and put them in their hands“

Safer Ground, part two

 

Safer Ground, pt 2

 

no one is around (part one)

She didn't say anything. Why wasn't she saying anything?

But she had. She just couldn't hear her. She had always 
heard her through her heart, and now it was frozen 
to her cheeks.
He lifted her up as her chest was caving in. He sang 
instead. The words she had taught him when they met, 
years before.
The ones she had heard from her mother's friend. Before 
they never saw him again.
 "Little girl, there's safer ground..." 

That ground. Rising up out of the sea of him.

 

 

 

Lyrics:

Continue reading “Safer Ground, pt 2”

agapanthus globe

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pixabay image

 

Inverted in space,

suspended in the north

with a southerly persuasion,

my heart grown in two,

homes.

 

Bejewelled moments

I want to break off to keep,

but my weeping hands

sift the fractures in wrong places.

 

I hold on instead –

ached to this perfect petal,

floated away on familiar

rivered Breeze.

 

 

originally posted 30th Jan, 2017

a breath

the ache in the space

underneath notes of healing

before their gentle fall

onto lifetimes

of history’s crawl

 

sounds of heaven

drilling holes

in coffin ceiling…

 

 

our complex, war torn world. such a controversial event. such a lovely moment…

1000 sundowns

Thanks to Mr Ward Clever doing a post on the  saddest song, and consequently doing my head in as I tried to think of just one(!)…I thought of Emma Louise. This song isn’t necessarily the saddest, but the way she performs all of her work, is so moving.

I found this live performance where she briefly explains the story behind this song. Plus, I personally think this performance is exquisite. So I thought I would share it. Because, why cry alone? *unambiguous smiley face emoji*

lego

Tonight I had dinner with a good friend, and long story short, we talked a little about lego. Then I thought of this song.

And the stormy weather tonight provided wonderful building blocks for writing the best song in the history of the universe, I’m guessing. But alas, I am not a song writer.

But there is still this awesome song. So if you need a dance break (of course you I do) 

these…

harmonies pierce
with an arching linger

from those past knowings
we haven’t spent

forming familiar sounds,

floating

on to hushed hearts
in aching newness,

hands clasped while treading,
paths parallel but converging,

as deep translates
the haunting of melody

 

 

tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…

on her owl backpack,

“Doctor Vanessa,

she does have blood in her wing

so she’ll be fine.

But there’s no milk

or strawberries

or blue berries.

Or furpleberries…”

“But she’s allergic to furpleberries” I remind her.

“Oh yeah, don’t give her furpleberries”.

Serious silence sinews our thoughts together.

 

“Dr Vanessa,

I took off her heart

so she won’t be sick anymore.”

 

“Why, Dr Bailee,

you’re a genius…”

 

After contemplating the important work we’ve accomplished,

eight year old niece decides we need a song. Her currently favourite song.

(If you are so inclined, please sing and dance with us):

 

 

(featured image artwork by Dr Bailee)

 

 

Sigh

Just more proof Australia and NZ make beautiful music together. (But seriously Kiwis, that accent… ) 😊

If these harmonies aren’t heaven sent…oh my…

 

Where are you going?

img_20170113_100300When I was little, this was the recording of Godspell our family owned. There were only a couple of songs I liked on there, and this was, by far, my favourite. (I saw the movie once and didn’t like it. I have a sneaking suspicion it was because there were clowns 😉 …well, at least one, ironically, singing this lovely song). But I still love this song, and it popped into my head today after reading the news.

This is still my favourite version. It’s really beautiful. The longing in her voice got into my bone marrow. And it’s intriguing. So I thought I’d share it, for those interested, in case you haven’t heard this one.

(The meaning of ‘By My Side’)

he didn’t look up

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he was afraid

the tenacious unspoken
in a thousand fragments
would crash down on him.

he was amazed the trees
were not bowed from the weight
of that thing they couldn’t say

and he remembered that song…

he looked up at the changing of the colours to paradox –
now weightless.

it would be the paper cuts

 

it was her

Every way she listened, there were endings.
This weight of pretense had to be shifted.
It was time to chord change them out of the cliché, and even though his music always made her dance, his shadows were not hers.

So she did what he didn’t expect. She brought the pig’s heart.
And they drank the wine…

she left

She heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel!

She was right to leave.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated. On the weightless tears of Another.
He turned her back, from face down, and she left forever.
Right out of that grave.

 

“adam and eve”

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crocheting continuity

in the weaving waves

of sound sublimity,

 

the embossing of the

dimensional trinity

 

by the cerebral unity,

 

g(r)asped by incredulous senses converted

to heights of clarity –

 

the aching symphony

 

scaffolding the wholing

of peace.

you’ll never be home

It was the first time she had come back to his space. They walked into the room where he didn’t do much living and he showed her the place. On the wall. Where he strung up the different shades of pathos.
In the right order, of course.

She was more impressed than she thought she would be.
And now she was scared.
Scared that he knew right where to put her.

 

(NB. there may be an expletive in here)

sometimes two darks make a light

he wore his strobe light

to precise his own sight

incising surreal

into a savoury byte

 

she wore lightning cloud

it fireworked the shroud

the diaphanous shield

of cataract crowd

 

they met late one noon

not a decade too soon

their time in half life

when lit by half moon

 

they laughingly shied

and together they cried

out relief of their failing

when hopeless they tried

 

synchronisation

endless illumination

their timing instead

fuelled love’s fascination-

 

of dark with the dark

love’s company,

divine spark…

 

I’m not sure what this is…

So while I was pondering what exercise I could do to work off the crazy amount of food I have eaten today (I blame the weather. It suddenly turned cold like autumn, after unseasonably warm weather, like autumn. But now it’s cold, like autumn), I found this.

This took me back to memories I am sure I have somewhere. And the time travelling was exhausting, to say the least. Not to mention the memories of always going everywhere on skates. So, considering this song is over three minutes long, I’m checking the exercise box off my list for today. Take that gym bitc junkies!

PS And yes, the disco ball is still in my kitchen. That thing ain’t going anywhere.
Have we had that conversation?

charades

What was that word again? The one that was on his face?”
I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW.
“What was that time again? You know, when he was in that place?”
Stop. Just stop.
“And what was the song he played? The one from…?”

Her fingers recoiling, it slipped from her grasp.
The urgency was suffocating and all she heard was line
after line after line after line
of how not to do it.

And he would die if she didn’t.