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I’m never like this
I keep moving
After one fails
I go to the next
But you’re different
I don’t wanna mess up
Don’t wanna sneak around
Rather be with you than them
Thought you’d be easy
I was completely wrong
Thought I could change you
But you’re changing me
Making me think things over
Got me deep in my feelings for you
Maybe I should stop playing
And focus on you
Cause I can’t explain it
You make me feel something
That I don’t feel with anyone else
Especially when we lock eyes
Everything stopped
Everything was quiet
Everything disappeared
Everything except you
Tired of running away, instead
I wanna start something new with you
Australian Stars are shining
in a southern night,
beating with a heart
streaming with no fright
Visions in a land
that first made up the dream,
all that you can see
is not what it may seem
Mysteries in a place
where no white men pass,
walking in a wilderness
seeping with years past
Emus range along
loping with a stride
kangaroos are bouncing
head held up in pride
Crocodiles our dinosaurs
lurking in the murk
don’t you go a swimming
so you don’t get hurt
Whispers in the rocks
making blood ice cold,
shivers in a night
shaking legs do hold
Eerie are the plains
echoed life imports,
bits of mystical memory
flowing through they sort
Religions of all colours
and faces of all hues,
meeting hand to hand
they fly across the blue
Filling up with culture
from many different lands,
mixing into magic
with the joining of our hands
Filling to the brim
pride does steel our backs,
but helping other lands
our army changes tack
Dancing with the stars
or singing to the moon,
we will always strive
but singing our own tune
“Students make delicious treats for seniors”
What a sacrifice those students are making
It warms the cockles of this old man's heart
Such a sweet and unselfish undertaking
“Teen pregnancies drop off after twenty-five”
Well, I certainly would hope that's the case
That's a dirty big family in any man's language
For the beds, you'd soon run out of space
“Veterinarians take over as panda mating fails”
Okay, now I've got this strange mental picture
It's definitely X-rated if you ask this old guy
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Stiff opposition expected to casket proposal”
It's kind of what you would probably expect
Given the condition of the deceased inside
I mean really, we should show some respect
“Head of African country seeks arms”
Wow! Just a head and a couple of arms
What a weird sight that would turn out to be
Most people would sure be alarmed
“Studies have shown that obesity rubs off”
Well, if that's the case, I'll be a-rubbing
Every day and night till my skin turns raw
Till I get back my happy old zing!
The unlikely alliance
for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..
Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.
I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how I yearn for truth
I am here,
on this bench,
as if the world’s still spinning
but I forgot how to move with it.
The air is thick,
like it’s waiting for me to do something
to lift the weight off my shoulders.
But I just…
sit.
Leaves fall,
but I don’t notice
when they hit the ground,
just that they were once up there,
free,
and I wonder if they ever felt
light.
A man jogs past,
his feet like little promises
on the pavement,
and I envy how his legs keep
the rhythm.
I wonder if he knows
how it feels
to be stuck,
to not have the energy
to move
even when everything around you is moving.
A kid’s laughter stabs through the air,
sharp,
like a sound I don’t remember
ever making.
She runs in circles,
spinning,
and for a moment,
I almost remember what it was like
to be free—
but then the memory slips,
just like the wind,
and I’m back here,
alone
and unremarkable,
on this bench,
waiting for something to change
but knowing it won’t.
In the silence of life, there are many battles to fight,
as we walk through the darkness, searching for the light.
Thoughts, feelings and emotions, a life from the past,
hurt, anger and depression, the shadows that they cast.
Those who face these things, in the truth of their heart,
shall find true life, as they do their part.
There are storms brewing, inside of you and me,
thoughts feelings and emotions, the darkness that they be.
Anger, hurt, and frustration, twirls deep down inside,
as the darkness grows, with us it does abide.
As it builds inside the heart, the pressure rises to,
now, a storm breaks out, makes a wreck of you.
Those thoughts, feelings, and emotions, how they fill the air,
how they affect you, makes you not to care.
Out it comes like darkness,
destruction is it’s path,
those thoughts, feelings, and emotions, how they’re filled with wrath.
With our words of judgment, we speak then from the heart,
as our world starts crumbling, falling all apart.
To face those thing’s with the truth, it’s easier said than done,
and you’ll find it’s to late, once the storms begun.
When the storm is over, the regrets start pouring in,
as we set in depression, will we ever win.
And as we cast our judgments, we open up our door,
where the storms are fueled, as we’re making more.
I'm the gentle lover,
I'm a real delight;
I play this game until it'll be over...
again I lead.
When I can't doubt you,
when I face each truth,
when I run into you;
when she hides from you...
when you look back.
Some things remain so unchanged,
their beat is slow,
if all emotions are not felt.
I'm the gentle, lover...
very lucky me;
don't ask for a thing,
when love is here.
I'm hooked on
this long fixation;
feeling strong inside...
not thinking of you.
I'm never
happy, or complete;
I state my saddest feelings,
I have to insist..
I think of myself,
I give for myself,
should I make believe
I'm so sincere?
You ought to know!
I'm the gentle lover,
selfish and untrue;
always looking sad...
when you refuse
to lead me on.
Holding close, sounds sweet;
hugs are great...
yes, with one one thought I'd go back!
I realize, I can't
be who I was then;
giving up chances...
making sacrifices,
dreaming of love;
seeing happy faces
that had more than you needed,
to be always loved...
............................
............................
that had more than you needed,
to be always loved.
Entered in John's Heck Sondheim on Sondheim. The song, " Sorry- Grateful " from the
musical, Company.
Joy and I make a cake for you
Ingredients we use just a few
100 ml oil, 300 g flour and I bet
Joy has a white mustache, yet!
300 g cherries –do not eat all:
Well, I said not alone, my soul.
Joy has earrings of cherries, yet!
We eat them. No trace of regret!
200 g Greek yogurt 10% fat
That is certainly not for the cat!
200 g sugar have a lot of fun
"Stranger, please take just one."
Aha! I know why Joy is so sweet.
10 g baking powder, just a bit!
4 eggs: now, I think one is done
The cherries battle's lost or won.
And humbled by this presence
1 tablespoon of vanilla essence
Peel a lemon: a kiss is the price
And little salt to listen Joy advice.
Who ever ate curry with custard
And a little a bit of mustard ?
Just a little as our daily faith
All is true the great God saith;
A good cake with kitchen mate
There was no need to separate
The eggs and beat them or pun
While making this ”pandispane”.
This is kind of civil disobedience:
We simply mix all the ingredients.
We put the sweet and sour cherries.
There are two kind of good fairies:
Let alone the mustard, even a bit -
Where daddy will probably sit.
Then, we are made with flour
Indeed, in less than an hour;
We tidy up, then eat.Come on!
All around, seems well done
But Kings of Disorder at home
Must clean before mother come.
EXPECTATIONS
enjoying
compromises
mildly
invigoratin
&
fizzing
the heady
brevity
to replicate
feeling
without
intense
resistance
riotous
explosiveness
midst
the
relentless
contemplative
focus
atmosphere
is all
ambiance
unceasing
unsurprising
in
moments
of tranquillity
albeit
of a somewhat
incoherent
hue
a
living
etching
obscured
by shading
so
precise
&
poignant
subtle
&searching
is strangely
inanimate
among
the variegated
exaggerations
pleasing
freedoms
nevertheless
&
with
prolific
energy
against
all the odds
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
VAINGLORIOUS
arranged within
a sanctuary
sparkles
fragmentary
tactile
original
&bespoke
alongside a replica
of significance
perhaps
motifs
upend & reflect
the tensions
emblazoned
in swirling
decoration
interlacing
flowing
contemporary
imagery
evoking
a marble
commemoration
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived