Fuck the world (metaphorivcally speaking) but love it and hug it at the same time, it's ours (for the moment) and it's all we've got.We're also all it's got, except time and time is of the essence, time is what life is all about, sands slipping through the glass.
Say it, the page will soak it up , the bus will soak it up. We are human and we should shine while there is a darkness... or not.Say what you think if you like but try to say what you feel, the poetry bus is your safety net.You are amongst friends here.Rejoice and be glad.
Prof Jeanne Lakatos ( NB. That's Genie Lah-kay-toss) has set a fantabuloso task this week. Read it , HERE then WRITE!
Here is mine
A winter’s day in June
Leave the birds to their own tune
I’m stuck in my head with a thousand others
Dissonance and assonance
Sisters and brothers
Too many days in a lifetime
Too many nights in a nighttime
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
Blacker than pitch comes the crow
The dark of his eye seems to know
Everything is hopeless nothing and louder is best
Strike empty vessels to drown out the rest
Everything goes in, not over, my head,
nothing lets me sleep, or not sleep, as I weep
and wait and fear and dread.
Silence is as silence does, does, does
silence is golden here the world
hear the world, heal the world
hear the bees, see the bees,
hear the word buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz………
I've tried a hundred million fucking times to get my recording to upload and it won't. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown by this stage so I gotta ask myself ' Punk , you feeling unlucky? I know what your thionking. Was it six times or only five you tried to upload your crap?'
I don't know any more , perhaps it's a blessing. I hATE computers fuck them all to hell. I give up.