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The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been thinking for days how to make an artificial snowball with a dozen mullet fish stuffed inside and a hundred rifles buried in its side.
It is racing down the track with all the energy it has got; it is going around in circles looking around for the oracle. Its temperament and speed are wrapped up together and the elegance with which it moves have left many people confused.
It stands gracefully at the corner waiting for the whistle to blow to begin the multi million-dollar show. Many people have placed bet on it because its legs are strong and swift, its speed is unmatched and its strategy is unwrapped. It has never let the audience down, it has given them more than a hundred thousand pounds, the young stallion is what they call it, its body is so fit.
See them lining up over there and feeling out the track, they are measuring the corners, and making notes of every turns and the valley that has been burnt, the horses are moving round in groups showing off their fine rubber boots, I can see the anxiety in their eyes and a miracle coming out of the sky; the track is getting warm and you must meet me before dawn.
Here comes the jockey and he is looking really happy, he is short and slim and he is just coming from the Gym. He carries a subtle smile and bag pack on his back loaded with horse pie, he made a graceful offer. He is stretching his legs around the track and examines every dot. He rolled a ball on the corner and lies in on the curves and lines and does five pushes up. He went in his horse and practices a marathon race around the track.
The horses are galloping on the track, wearing a jacket and a felt hat; it looked quite relaxed in the swelter heat covering distance in seconds that is usually hard to compete. I have never seen a horse so bold and the mystery that it holds, it has feet of fire and anything it touches it gives your heart’s desire. I am working on the team to accomplish my dreams; let’s get ready for the final leg of the show before you pack up and go. My horse shoe is back so place that giant cup in my lap.
Color me with the pixel art from the sea; color me with shades of love and blessings flowing from above. The morning passes swiftly with elation and flattery wrapped up in deception of time and bound up in history of his mind.
Time has awakened his consciousness and destiny has brought them to the pinnacle of hope and determination is knocking on the door. The bus has come and gone and I am still waiting in the yard and there is no one to explain what is going on.
I have tried hard and long to compose a musical song, to sing with the birds in the morning and to hum on the train in the evening, and when my heart is full and courage walks up the hill, I will find a different path to move away from the dark but I just cannot come out and this place, this intense feeling makes my spirit blaze.
Everyone has a different version of the song and it is hard to sing along, but the deity of the soul will put it together when we meet in the camp. Everyone will practice a verse and merge their voices to the tune of the earth.
I am looking beyond the hill and I hope that you can make my spirit still; no tears are flowing but I am crying inside, no music is playing but my feet are dancing. There is no one to walk by my side but the universe is my bride.
I look towards the benevolent sky to support my slender frame, but the thunderous weight kept squeezing me into this sobering corner. Here I am in this secluded space working night and day as the stagnant air continues to blow germs into my face and my temperature continues to rise.
I tried desperately to get out of this place but my heart continues to nurse an old wound that keeps me fastened to the ground and I can’t seems to get around; the evening has come and gone and I am left stranded on the lawn.
I have been standing here all morning trying to communicate something but the emptiness of the time keeps going around in circles, taking me back from where I start and I tried desperately to break out, come and sit with me let me tell you how I feel.
You have never asked and you will probably be shocked when you learn that my emotion is real.
Your diary is filled with dates of meetings and functions that you have to attend; graduation ceremony and wine tasting events and meeting with the press secretary.
I wasn’t sure if your assistant had documented it properly, but every time a special date is announced for the meeting you change it to another month.
Her auntie traveled all the way from India with spices and lots of surprises for the biggest event of her life, but she has to pay a heartfelt sacrifice.
When she arrived, the city was turned upside down and water had flooded the entire town so the event was cancelled and a new date was arranged.
Sometimes the joy becomes pain and people think that you are insane but the trouble is there to break the bubble and set you on the right track again.
You keep going around in circles flipping through the diary pages looking for that special space to write down another date.
There is a long list of appointment staring at you, dinner with the ambassador, and lunch with the foreign secretary and meeting with the poor people in the community and then there is a dentist appointment and an international engagement.
Take a good look at your diary and look for that special event; it is the date for your child’s first day at school and a meeting with your high school friend.
There are some dates that you should not miss and some places that you should not cross but if you forget to attend her birthday, you must make it up the following day.
Don’t forget the carnival and the date to launch the new show, remember to order cheesecakes puddings and pies and the new recipe for the entire family.
And when the day is done you will have a whole village on the run, bags and pans, luggage on trolleys and baggage gathered in one place. You must wait for your cue to know when you are through, nothing happens before the time so circle the date.
Be careful of premature and hasty decisions, because the dead will come and hunt you before your time is through. Check your dates and give me a call before it’s too late.
Wandering Spirits of the sea find your way home back to thee, wandering spirits of the sea my heart is crying out for thee, you roam the sea day and night dragging innocent souls into your fights, you carry them out into the sea and plunge them into deep waters and leave then to suffer, daylight creeps upon the shore and the spirits are knocking on the ships door in headless and bodiless human form they wander around in the dark until the break of dawn. Wandering Spirits of the sea, the universe is coming after thee, you have roam the waters around the town spilling venom all around; five boats sank the other day and all the immigrants bodies were swept away, the crews searched up and down the track and scour the bottom of the ocean but the current keep dragging them into the hole and they keep swirling around and within seconds they were nowhere to be found. Wandering Spirits of the sea what do I have to do with the thee? I did not travel from Africa but you keep turning my boat over, what do you want from us? why are digging out the immigrants gut, you use sonic sound on the shore to sink the boats and cut out the sharks throat, wandering spirits of the sea when will we have peace at sea; you carry them out into the deep and put them to sleep into the sharks belly, they try to swim themselves out of it but they keep going around in circles until they are drowned; wandering spirits of the sea give the immigrants back their heads and bodies so that they can tarry; they will hitchhike, ships and boats and follow the lights wherever it goes until they find their way home, wandering spirits of the sea please come and rescue me.
She says she just wants to be friends, no title, but I bet
you she never had a man worship the ground she walks
on no false idols. So I do those little things, not looking
for recognition just wanna show her what she's missing
no premonition, more like repetition, but she reminds me
friendship is still the mission. Listen, I play the fence so
vividly, she's holding her emotions but I know she's
feeling me. Timing is everything no one likes the dating
scene, so cliche right just a Queen looking for her King.
But she doesn't wanna be crowned, no not yet, her exes
had her heart in jeopardy like Alex Trabek, never let em
see you sweat, that's how they think nowadays, seeking
love but @ the same time the heart is a full court mess.
Just friends, that's what she says she wants to be, maybe
because commitment nowadays looks far from free, and
she isn't ready for all of me. Patience is still a virtue, even
if the heart has your mind going around in circles. I been
told I'm the hopeless romantic, so excuse the chivalry I
display even sometimes I can't stand it. But I'm just being
me right, we just friends but it feels like prom night, I'm
wrong you're right I need to stop it, making you a priority
when you just wanna be my option. But its so evident, I
just want a lil more from you, we don't have to commit
no ulterior motives but I wanna be the one who you can
run to.
Repeating patterns, but none of them quite fit
As you come out to play again, with your latest trick
Away fooling all the others, then you are out fooling me
Keeping your options open, why will others not see
A door that never quite closes; always remains ajar
A light that always remains lit; no matter how far you are
Whispered words to beguile me, I am such a fool
Looking into the mirror, thinking you look so cool
With so many players in the game, just who am I talking too
But you still pull me; because you’re such a strange brew
Your puppet on a string, except the strings are now all broke
And I am running away; because now I have become awoke
Inside you really hate me, because I can see, and feel it all
But still left standing and thinking just how you have the gall
Now we’re left repeating patterns; security or in your mind lack
Either way we’re just going around in circles, no coming back
I continue to watch this story; I have a need to know how it ends
To understand all of its knowledge, and the message it all sends
Then when born into another life-time, I will know the score
And then I will see, just what mask it is for me that you wore
Siren on the rocks
wearing a see through veil
your irresistible, I’ve been following your beguiling trail
Siren by the cliff
I’m blinded by your voice
a tongue so beautiful at last I now rejoice
Siren on the shore
I’m drowning can’t you see
please dance one last time,
dance on top of me
A ship wreck
a nervous wreck
I wanted to be seduced, what the heck
Tired of the sea, bored to death
clinging to a drop of water, I sink into the depths
A prosaic life finessed within a brick
harnessed between mortar, propped up by sticks
Merely hanging on, nothing ever happened
on the level, plodding along, grinding to a halt
Foundation was never solid, it’s my own stupid fault
Damn this withered earth, going around in circles
following a ball of fire, how basic life denies, I don’t care anymore
Dance on me siren, trample me as I die
That song you sing, I’ve heard it once before
chanting incantations, swaying to and fro
Reassuring me, if I ever had a doubt
life was meaningless, up until now
that song her song is beautiful
Yes I remember it somehow
never again shall I forget
as she tramples me to death
By
David Kavanagh
I'm not bent, I'm broken...
Not another word spoken...
No giving... No take...
Just one big ing mistake...
No forgive... No forget...
No time left to regret...
No future... No past...
Everything is far from my blast...
How will I ever understand my past...
No holding on... No letting go...
How will I ever know...
My life is a joke...
Without the coke...
People just love to poke...
No egg to my yoke...
No destiny... No fate...
But differently hell's gate...
My soul is in disrepair that's how I know...
I'm standing right there...
People determined to do me wrong & still expect me to remain strong....
No heaven... No earth...
Maybe one day I will make a choice that works for me...
Instead of sitting on my **** with a cold cup of tea...
Feeling sorry for poor little old me...
Sad **** choices are my only mistake...
My life is a mess, not just from heartache...
Going around in circles seems to be my thing...
Little hope... Little dope...
I wish I could fake it, but nope...
My life & me are the funniest thing you'll ever see...
This Is My Life Unfortunately...
Written March 29, 2013
mother. father. always you wrestle inside me
When I was 8 years old
I got a model train set for Christmas
Not a slingshot or BB gun
Instead of going around in circles
I moved it right off the tracks
How it crashed and burned
When I was 12 years old
My father told me "son,
Don't you lose my best rod and reel
Or bend the strings that I strung"
So I jumped in the ocean
Setting these wheels in motion
This could be such a simple song
But how we were wrong
When I hit the big 2-0
I found a delicate flower
In the old junkyard field
I thought I'd give it to momma
But when I brought home that flower
The petals fell off in the shower
Adam's tale ended tragic
And so does this song
When I breathed in the chemicals
And felt so alone
Such a precious regret that they own
That I never had friends in my own home
Life is a horror story
Without a plot twist
My life was a mystery
Where everyone did it
Now were stuck on the precipice
Without a third wish
This could be such a simple song
But how we were wrong
The Wheel
is always turning.
The wheel of consequence —
The wheel of liberation —
The wheel in one’s chest
trying to find its place in the machinery of the world —
It can take you anywhere, this wheel,
all roads are open to it,
the dark roads of consequence —
the bright roads into the spacious sky —
The wheel is always turning,
headed somewhere,
taking the long way,
the short way,
trying to get somewhere,
trying to find its center,
going around in circles trying to get back to the beginning,
the eyes of the spokes turned outward,
looking, searching,
emerging like rays of light
from a point of stillness,
a beginning they cannot see,
the beginning the path will never arrive at
the beginning that was never left behind —
but it is only the path,
only the turning,
that can finally reveal
the one thing that has never changed,
the place where all journeys begin and end.
Dec 27, 2020
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