Mood of the day: 2016 march ten

You know, sometimes you cannot find the words to say

You wake up in an overcast rainy way

Then you turn on the blues

and all it does is spews

and your head is filled with the glues

It just is what it is

this life biz

this day starin' stood

This burnt Norwegian wood

This J C on the Penzance

These men with their strung axes no more

Should we keep score

by the drips and the drops that flow down

by the mirthless tracks and frown

and then there are the rest

the ones unknown

who left before fully grown

who left before we knew

who left before they grew

And the words sound like empty rain

upon the tins of my brain

A lad in sane

and then he comes a knocking

Feel like a thief
when it's the fox that stole the chickens
feel like a liar
when the slogans came from the politicians
feel like a murderer
when its redtape that's cutting through my vein
Feel like I'm crazier
when its other who are insane
feels like a whirl wind
on a bright summers day
feels like its raining
in the middle of the desert of decay
feels like the same words
being masticated in dismay
who is it for what is it to do
how long do we have
how ong is it for
who will want to know
what does it matter if it does show
feels like a maze when i am standing on an empty street
feels like the bubble burst because of someone elses tweet
feels like an echo when its a baby's first yawn
feels like the end when it has only just got to dawn

Sum times

Sum thymes it's like wow
other thimes it's like now

You're told either you sink or swim
Yet did they tell you about the rocks hitting you that skim
No that would spoil their game
that would take away someone to blame

Some times you don't know wear you are
other times you wil have to wish upon a star
or drive real fast in your car
just to get that chocolate bar
or get there for the last drink
the last supper
the last round up
the last whatever

and then as Mister Zimmerman spoke
There was no one really around anyway
Even on a beautiful glorious sunny day
yup sum times the thyme has a beautiful smell
other tymes it smells like teen spirit
yet still but yes but no but nyet but dah but nien but not

sometimes it just doesn't add up
the wine doen't reach the top of your cup
the waffer is stale
the white thing in the room is a whale
and not an ellie phunt

Sum thymes
Well
just
sometimes...

Yup

Get over yourself I was told
so I got out my pogo stick from when I was young
it was dirty and rusty and I had to service it
I did this till it shone
Yet I couldn't get over me
Some odd reason I was always there

Get over yourself I was told
so I made a ramp at the bottom of a hill
then rode at it like my life was on the line
But I didn't get over myself
just got a bruised spine

Get over yourself I was told
so I ran away to the circus
became an acrobat
but that didn't work

Get over yourself I was told
Then I became the human cannonball
and huge crowds came
but I didn't get over myself
Yet it wasn't from a lack of trying that was to blame

Get over yourself I was told
So I went to university
and studied aeronautics
and engineering
and when I get my degrees I built a plane
but it did not work

Get over yourself I was told
and the thought struck me
It was so obvious
I'll make a rocket
AND still that didn't work

Get over yourself I was told
So I asked the man on the street
I asked the lady in the shop and the rabbi in the synagogue
I asked the librarian, the fry chef, the priest, the buddhist monk
the town idiot, the town drunk, the local pro
and they all laughed and told me to get over yourself

Get over yourself I was told
and I thought
I can jump puddles
but I can't jump over myself
even though I have tried
and then the answer i espied
BLOCKED!

mined

What's on your mind?
A very good question.
What is mind?
Where is mind?
It's not in the television.
It's not in a cornflakes packet
or a jar of vegemite.
How is mind?
Who is mind?
When is mind?
Are these questions from it?
Ahhhhhh, let us talk about the weather.
Is mind what happens when we get together?
Nah?!?!? Too Philli-Sof-i-Kal
Mind going up the wall.
Mind playing games
and using names
Mind whom?

ཁྱིམ་ཚང

I spit at you with all my might
and still you rage
I scream till blood spottles my lips and still you rage
I head butt the wall till cracks show
and still you rage
I peer into the darkest darkness
and still you rage

Is this all there is
Is that all you are
can you not see what is happening
can you not feel the moment
the answer is clear
no
and still you rage

Off the cuff

I sit here on a darkened blue tinged gleam
and wonder about rememberance
about the women and men who led a brief stream
and had to do their final dance
they were patriotic
they were brave
they went and did their duty
and what their country told them
yet something lurks at the back of my mind
i do not belive that to it i have been blind
but more than likely unkind
I search through the mist riven clouds
the hollowed out memories in shrouds
and see an old wisen teacher who has just been woked
teacher turns around and says with blind eyes that are proud
"what have you learnt in your rememberance?"
"where did that minute take you?"
"or were you empty and silent?"
the teacher taps the cane on the stool in the corner
i sit down and put on my conical hat
yet still with black armband like a mourner
thinking, ' they are stiil going, they are still going, they are still going...'