Indignant in her confidence
she is a crutch for many,
but now time to drop the penny.
That there are two ends to a rope,
in all her strengthened binding,
the power to haul sails aloft
where life’s canvas can only
be seen in her, as steady.
As she goes, now needs secure knots,
a chain splice might be the tight.
http://www.animatedknots.com/chainsplice/index.php?
dwk
riding out, on Matt's quarterhorse, Marky's pinto and cool Luke's thoroughbred, towards the house of John's good cheer, hear only our loose laughing tongues and horse breath in still, hot air. Then startled, sudden prancing, the horses turn a kick, no one fell, know calming tricks, check out fetlock or missing shoes. But, then on the trail comes around a guy with a gun, slowly smiling, but with no fun any horsesense can smell. He offers g'ddays and asks the ways to 'Peter's Grand Gatehouse', he's "following father, as any good son", looks worried tho, just like those folk whose trigger finger, will soon see them done. To lengthen wear of his saddle we tell him ride 'westward keep following the sun', and, on his calm, fine, snowflake Appaloosa to the frontier of the horizon, can hear fading... his sprinting horse's foot fall, drum an' a drum, drum an' a drum, drum an' a drum.dwk
I just took my headphones, off!
you see, I thought I heard the door,
I could not have wanted more
at that moment of interruption
feelings became solid & pure.
but there is no one outside.
The polished crystal sphere of thought
of what we could do,
where to go,
how to dress,
what to eat,
where to dance,
its all there.
A finite group of details
mapped out 50 times?
I put the music back in my ears
and the phone says “answer & record is on”.
Another cold, sunny February day
you see,
I was born today.
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can’t tell the bullshit from the liesScreaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vainSo I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insaneDown on my knees in Suburbia
Down on myself in every wayWith great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn’t grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I’ll never get oldSo I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insaneDown on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every wayDay after, day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after
Songwriters
DAVID BOWIEPublished by
Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
you cannot see
beyond the screen
you cannot see
pixel defined horizon lines.
You CANNOT see
beyond qwertyuiop keys,
life IS unfair
when eyes are impaired
but if you reach for Ray Ban
for the blind man’s cool stare?
Make sure you see
those sunshine times
when eyes light up for you and me . . . . .
dwk
......over the edge 