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"Pearl Diving" (Part 1)
He had wondered where to put his Quill
the ink pots were all dry
he lived in his little world
in the mountains somewhere up near the sky;
he was seeking a new story in the Winter of his life
he was done with making any woman
ever again his wife.
He was adamant now, that all must be “unconditional”,
he was weary,”I’m over it”, he thought with sleep,
“Why must Love always comes with a price?”.
So, he took to taking Chocolat and a book to bed, this was now his keep.
“Better this habit than be dead”, he mused,
underneath his burning sheets.
When a man whispers, “Diamonds”
all the honeybees draw near
but there are jewels far more precious
than what’s shipped in little sharp boxes clear;
he needs to go mining with his Deep Sea Diving gear
and dive into an ocean fathomless
dive deeper, drown all his Winter fears.
The Ocean was his first big love
and it was calling clear.
At the bottom of that ocean
under dark and heavy brine
there lies underneath all the sand somewhere
a clamshell lying tight, sublime;
It’s captured treasure lies in sleep
dreaming in her salty milky mucus purse
she wriggles around occasionally
when she is seeking dirt.
The clamshell spits dirt out when found
and lets the fishes flirt,
but it keeps it’s treasure tight within
safe from all that dirt.
This jewel it keeps, is shiny, luminescent still, is hard, no diamond crystal clear
she’s aging beautifully and keeping herself sub-octave in the blue
for a shark with virtue true.
This is what she misses when she dreams alone so pert -
Sharks if never, are mostly seldom, ever true
and what would they do with a Pearl?
They most probably, wouldn’t have a clue?
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Au Dela", Morcheeba
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LYRICS. Translation
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All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to look at, while the legs stop,
Waterfalls, horse medows, rocks,
Plenty to hear as the mind resets,
Water crashing, Water relaxing,
Breaking the silence of the mountains gaze,
The reward, a look over Bleanrhondda,
Where no doubt the birds have gone,
To join the people and souls in song,
Perfectly lined pine forest, not been touched,
God's home made compost already mulched,
All the trees eerie stand to attention,
One or two fallen, needs to be mentioned,
Further along the roman settlement so high,
The Romans must have thought it was the sky,
As the bikes in the distance come close and raw,
Tearing the path to its core,
All around old man's beard graced the trees,
A mountain that keeps on giving,
Another waterfall so tall, it's having a ball,
Stunning walk back to the car park,
Where the past will always last,
Mining everywhere the spirit is there,
When the spell was cast who thought it would last,
Mountain with a heart beat,
Rhigos you have gave us a treat.
III.
Dan found himself between
the angry mammoth and the cliff.
He had no choice but to retreat,
though the fall his flesh would rip.
Then about six feet down he saw,
a tree growing out of the wall,
at a slanting angle he could catch,
so Trapper Dan let himself fall.
He snagged the trunk and hung,
his legs dangling free in space.
Above the angry mammoth tried,
but could not check’s it pace.
An animal so very large
can’t always halt in a shot spell.
Momentum carried him clear off,
and a hundred feet he fell.
Dan scrambled back upwards,
then looked down upon the stream.
He wanted to skin the giant beast,
but couldn’t move it without a team!
And emerging on the river’s far side,
one hundred long feet below,
Three more mammoths did appear,
and send up a mournful bellow.
Dan just sighed and shook his head,
deciding right then and there,
that he was not going to risk anymore
for a pelt of mammoth hair...
Twas two weeks back without dogs,
and he stopped two days to hunt.
He arrived at Whitehorse exhausted,
consumed by an angry funk.
He walked into the small café
and found Kloatsultshik eating.
Dan said,”I Should’ve listened, my friend,
and saved myself the beating.”
That was the last he ever trapped,
he and Kloatsultshik partnered up to buy
the small café and a mining stake,
running their businesses side-by-side.
And in all the years that followed,
whenever people spoke of trekking west,
Dan warned them off of the small pass,
of The Valley That Trumpets Death.
Pounding at the resonant head
of my chest—he of hunger
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what
was once controlled, fearful sound.
Nameless, shapeless he who
with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage—
but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession,
mining marrow-thoughts clogged in
curse-traversed trachea.
I am a conduit split open—
voice extracted in ligaments,
fibrous and twitching,
stripped from the cords—
myofibrils separatus tendon.
Nameless, shapeless he!
How does he so musically reshape
what I cannot say?
How does he gut syllables
I do not recognize—
yet still, convince me
they are mine?
With his guiding talons,
my breath comes out red,
heavier than blood—
tastes of steel-bitten soul—
boiled vowels
that never knew air
but somehow rise.
His incantation:
Spiritus somni!
Spits into my mouth—
a blessing—not!
a summons—not!
but a shameful dream behind my teeth
like bruises that speak sermons.
Nameless, shapeless he…
He says I was never mute—
only sealed for some latter doomsday…
And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine,
he listens as I blaspheme
my dream.
Blood diamonds
Look translucent against your skin
You delight in the shine of the diamonds
Yet the only shine we see is the shine of a machete
A quick flash
A slicing slash
Slashing into flesh and bone
Suddenly,
A hand is gone
Blood diamonds
You use them to adorn your body and give you prestige and status
We are trapped and oppressed
So that you can look well-dressed
Mining these blood diamonds
Lives lost
Mutilation
A blood diamond miner's life is filled with fear and intimidation
Our minds and thoughts don't belong to us, they are marred
Our bodies are marked, worn, and scarred
Blood diamonds
Our wrists drip crimson red
While your wrists drip with diamonds bright
So, I ask you...
Would you continue wearing blood diamonds
If you knew the truth and story behind our struggle and plight?
An ancient salamander
swam the ocean deep,
scarlet toes,
upon his feet.
Frilly gills were,
floating free;
down into the brine’s
darkest keep.
Stiff finned ridges
upon his back
helped him keep
away attacks.
Undulated through
the waters black,
he was the last one
living of his pack.
Salamander’s getting old;
ancient amphibian with face half black.
Mining crustaceans for his meal,
though his stamina is slack.
Caecillian knows one day, he will die,
but, for now, he’ll swim back,
to the land, to his nest,
with tail, obliterating his paw tracks.
Nature can teaches us
So much if we take the time
To stop, look and listen to your heart
And what She is saying
At times, if we care to hear Her
We can do so many ways:
Protect Her where protection is needed
Replant trees where reforestation is urgent
Human progress should nature progress also
Do less mining with precautions
Government should care the aquifer
Strict enforcement of Air, Land and Water Act
Refill, reuse and recycle canned and plastic product
Don't throw garbage to nature
She is the source of life, of treasure, of beauty
Therefore, we owe her everything
Therefore, as form of gratitude
We'll love and protect Her till the end
We are in such a hurry at times
That nature predicament now is in danger
It's getting worsen, irreplaceable and irreparable
Damage conditions of our nature
Hope Leaders of the World awaken
Global warming is real
Nature is unleashing its fury everyday
People will realized it's not too late to heal Her
Yes, we live in an incredible World Of Nature
It's time true love for nature is exemplified
Let us reciprocate where reciprocation is due.
MAESTRO
He knew all along that it would be pressure
Not just to conduct but bring out the best
This brass band from a mining community
Trying to keep it alive, almost their duty
An almost forgotten tradition, going west
But not just their talent by any measure
The leader, hailing from a nearby village
Himself originally a bass trombone player
Remembering their fight for a living wage
Now to stand there proud upon the stage
A few years older now, and much greyer
To win the contest, something to pillage
It’s a complicated arrangement, this piece
This year’s selection appears almost cursed
Skills needed for this critical interpretation
And far too early to plan any celebration
Summoning the best, avoiding the worst
His steely stare reminiscent of a cockatrice
It starts well, with all in time and in tune
The melody soars, and the audience gasps
He even smiles at the perfect performance
This band a fine example of transformance
And such distinctive play the judge grasps
One last movement and it’ll be over soon
It ends on that tearjerk of a major chord
And then sudden silence from the crowd
Slowly waking with thunderous applause
Being on top form today, the main cause
The band’s supporters, cheering out loud
A maestro’s contribution can’t be ignored
Proposal
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By: Muchov Nuttin
Ababstract
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To introduce vast amounts of sodium to rough raw sand aka silca.
Objective
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To create sodium crystals that extract gold coloring from sand.
To extract iron from sad to create an ironized crystal.
Overall objective
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To extract pure gold in large qualities.
Idea
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Using desert sand and beach sand
Injecting hot malta like sodium into
Both raw and rough( sand) materials.
To inspire an ironish state of matter
There red crystals can be visible known
Rubato odvious
to the visible eye as ironized silca.
There the extraction of gold can occur.
"Rubato Odvious" a state were the reds
indicate the presence of gold.
Profet Objective
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To make this way of gold mining
the most profitable way of doing
So.
wickedness? under the sun
is obvious that one man's meat
is another man's poison
have you been in a gold mine
before
it is a horror what is happening
in a mining field
you could see clearly what
the greed of men could do
is a shame that humans
can turn vampire
for the sake of money
is a big disgrace to see
men women even kids
working so hard
Searching relentlessly
sweating under a hot sun
just to dig a gold out
just for a greedy man
to make a fortune
wickedness? under the sun
have you been to a cocoa? farm
before
i know you will not be blind
to see how hard the people
are suffering just to help
a greedy man rich
is painful when majority
of the victims work so hard
under the hot sun are
young teenage African youth
whose parents are a victim of
poverty under the rules of
African great corrupt leaders
who don't care about the prosperity
of his people
is too ugly down there in this
farm of greedy cocoa export
so when you sit and enjoy
your sweet chocolate and
coffee
remember it was made out
from the grife of another man
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever visit a diamond mine
i bet you
you will shade tears if you really
got a soul
in this mine you can see clearly
what animals humans can be
in a quest to get wealthy?
in this mine everyday under
the hot sun in Africa
my people are turn to mining slaves
right in their country
they are been enslave
they are been striped naked
they are used just like ordinary
materials
where no pity or mercy
lies not in the eyes of the
cheap minds officials that works
for the western world benefits
to exploit Africa resources
just for money sake
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever been out there
in the streets of the third world countries
have you noticed how much
this people strive just to live
have you noticed the look
in their faces? don't look
so happy
have you been there in the zone
called ghetto
have you noticed how
this peoples life's are
not important to their leaders
is obvious they are the rejected
stone
despite the factories can't do
with out the Labour of this
poor people
despite under the sun
this people works so hard
just to earn a coin
yet they feeds the greedy mans
needs all the time