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Beauty,
like Truth
with Integrity,
is better seen
than told.
Is healthier discovered
than overstated bold.
I need to discover
communion with trees
as good and faithful Elder neighbors.
I prefer to grow them from hazel nuts
and peach pits
and apple seeds.
To notice these young
until old enough to shade me
and provide nurturing fruit,
to boldly slow down
Earth's too-winded voices.
I want to rediscover
childlike communion,
ancient innocence
of therapeutic mutual insurance,
Discovery
for discovery's cooperative entertainment sake
alone
yet also health discovery
rediscovering together.
Like infants
learning how to see again
because we were too blinded
by birth just yesterday
to understand differences
between cooperative multigenerational beauty
and competing monocultural ugly,
between discovering Truth sight
and healthing sounds,
choice winds and climate voices
and False unhealthy pathologies,
tsunamis,
HisACanes.
Promise of long-term ego adventures
yet without even active hope
for short-term healthing powers
of ecobeauty's entertaining ventures.
Beauty,
like Truth
and CooperativeInvestment Integrity,
told boldly polypathic,
yet also seen healthy
and heart wealthy polyphonic,
both inside ego-climates
and outside Beauty
as Truth-Integrity.
We notice NegativEnergy
with secular grief.
But integrate how it also boldly informs
sacred gratitude
through PositivEnergy Democracy focus
on beautiful nutritious Truths
and truthful healthing Beauties.
Like trees,
and innocent children,
and rainbows.
Beauty greets
true integrity
when outdoors,
like indoors,
not only looks and sounds restorative,
but also smells
and tastes
nutritiously ego-ecotherapeutic.
Like Mother Trees
and DNA nuts and RNA seeds,
octave-fractal rainbows,
double-binding
bleeding-breeding
YangHere with YinNow.
Beauty,
like healthy Truth
with wealthy Integrity,
is better seen
than told,
and self-predicted,
predicated,
propogandized,
propagated.
True integrity
is healthier discovered,
and outside awed,
than overstated boldly
inside voices
gossiping just among ourselves.
What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir
Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite.
Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill,
Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill.
Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame
“We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game”
Lady Bell and I, champion ballroom dance,
After meeting Fred Astaire, purely by chance.
I worked with Crosby, taught him to Croon,
Just as well really, he couldn’t sing in tune.
Rupert went to school with Dame Vera Lynn,
and starred in a war film with Anthony Quinn.
Mortenson served, in old Atlee’s Cabinet,
Roberta was a Barrister when they first met.
Bradman hit this Six, into the members stand,
Luckily, I caught it, stretching out one hand.
I got a hole in one, on the sixth at Upper Plumb,
Sir Monty looked aghast, utterly struck dumb.
Sent my son to Eton, toughen him up a tad,
Hopefully play at Flanker, just like my old Dad.
Got myself a Cadi’, drives like a dream,
Shiny sleek and black, trim of vintage cream.
Gielgud and Guinness, met me at the Royal,
A script for their new play, Rich Man & Toil.
Later with QE2, after receiving my MBE,
She asked my opinion, of the shows on BBC.
I stayed at base camp, nursing a busted leg,
Hilary splinted it up, with rope and spare tent peg.
Spent some time in Burma, till the Japs came in,
Came home to Blighty, temper wearing thin.
I was at the Oval when Hutton hit 364,
England posted 903, a record breaking score.
In service with his lordship, so many stories,
Serving champagne to upper class Tories.
Tales might be true, just a little overstated,
Like the one that got away, typically inflated.
They were rather pompous, but often kind,
Especially the ones, left with half a mind.
Get me a stiff one Walters, Champers is gassy,
Just Lords way, sounding snob and brassy.
Then I won the football pools,
Bought my wife a gem,
So now I am a gentleman,
Just like the rest of them.
He made me float…he made me beam with glee
I was once so sturdy…so robust with reverie
but, now I’m a sunken ship…everything’s gone unfortunately
Sponging in misery that I thought has disappeared into the reckless sea
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
Oooh…I must take a dip
Take a dip into warmer waters
I don’t know what…I don’t know what to think anymore
Without you warming me up like a blanket,
I’m basking with bitter regret
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
I’m a lonesome ghost…(I need you to take things in your own hands...you got the power!)
Hopeless in love…Our love is sour on a very unsettling hour
Trying to find friendship (on another level no doubt),
Overflowing with love…(something to marvel about)
I gottah get a grip someday!
(Get a grip) x3 Love is so overrated…
God’s love is so underrated
Worldly love is overstated
And I’ve waited for true love…
But my time was wasted
~~~Chorus~~~
I don’t know what to think of this
Might as well…might as well slip into the abyss
Kiss tragedy and wave a farewell
I miss you already…I’m under your wicked spell…
Oh well…I’m a boy and a loner,
Hopeless in love
So hopeless in love
Dealing with so much pain
Dripping continually like acid rain
Dealing with extreme separation anxiety
Ripping apart your ribcage, so I can be set free
So I can crawl out of captivity
Look at me…
Just look at me for a second or two!
Have you any empathy?
I see your eyes, soaking with tears, so blue
Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
You’re a mind-blower! You got the power!
~~~~~~
Give me something I that I can hold on to
If I am to lose you now
My heart will implode from desperate sorrow
We promised to be there though to the end, it was an eternal vow
Can you stay? We know we need each other more than ever
I would have you close to protect and always keep you
But you’re slipping away and changing, that hurts the most
You’re not mine however, so what am I to do
It breaks my spirit to have you not know my heart
I should have told you how I still feel it all
You need to know how this wrecks me endlessly
I put up my guard yet over and over in love, I continue to fall
All the shoulds, coulds and woulds
And the past that I can’t change, that is what I would in a second trade
I trust you most and I think of you incessantly
But I find you fading away, what a mistake I have made
You drift closer to the end of your days to leave me behind
Sadness fills me because I cannot follow and time was wasted
Why was I afraid to put my heart in your hands?
Now I cannot be with you and my despair at that cannot be overstated
You look right through me as you lay resting in your bed
It is you I need the most and you know
You have been all I wanted all this while
And today I cling to your hand, as my love continues to grow
When you are gone, I will remember your smile
I will crave your bright glow
Your aura that is irreplaceable and I will find it in no other
I will think of you forever and for all my days it will show
Now I’m forced to see
repressed memories
friends, enemies
troubles I free
again feeling me,
who I used to be,
finally, finally
I’m breathing as he,
I’m back to being me.
Too much
too fast
and I did perish
Though I hung on
did last
not to my merit.
I’m finally breathing
There’s something beneath me
I’m rising back up
from a beating
couldn't beat me.
And no lie
I now see how I am rated
been through Hell
reputation’s been grated,
it seems overstated
but why should I hate it,
Alone, on my own
and stuck isolated.
As I realise the pile on,
Friends I had no eye on,
Scavengers and vile ones,
I Concentrated one way
while fake friends bummed me.
I guess the simple fact is
when put into practice
loyalty lacks fizz.
When Breakdowns occurred
they labelled me a loon,
I needed help
and that's what they did do,
So now I’m screaming **** you
And I mean it too,
Best friends mate?
no you didn't flipping come through
You need the cannabis
While I go on and handle this
You push it down and press it in,
I let it out like a looney bin,
but I am presuming
as I am human,
I will let it out and
keep on moving,
and the day I’m free of it and back to being me,
You’ll be storing thoughts high on THC,
repeating the same misery of looking for the green,
while I’ll be living a victory, the victory you dream.
It's so hard not to miss you
It's not because there is a little less of me without you
Rather because with every beat of every second,
You resonated me
I never had to be frightful
I could have easily told you all things
Like how our neighbor died just yesterday
And how it made me sad
How I wondered how it will be like for the wife
I was never frightful of your reprimand
There are lot of times I try to imagine what you would say
I imagine your thoughts
I imagine the look on your face at some realizations
It's the thing that makes it hard not to miss you
And you would have answered me already by now
You were always ahead of my feelings
I never had to wait for you
You did be there waiting
And I didn't have to fret about doing too much
Because you were doing it with me
There was never really doubt in my mind
Guess I was a little too excited
Couldn't see it till I lost you
That there was no feelings for me
I did something I told myself never to do
I overstated my value in your life
Even though I didn't exetempt myself from the universe you wanted to massacre
I guess I was a little too conceited
Because we worked so well
According to me, I guess
You will remain my very best
Makes me kind of doubtful of everything else
Because if you and me could fall
What exactly is it, that is supposed to stand
Maybe I never really saw you at all
Ernest working, ethical man..David Bellamy!! not at all overstated
And grand, a speech impediment, did not hold him back
A lecturer at Durham, he taught many to track. The plants
And blossoms; that he knew by heart, a giant of ecology he was
Appreciative of its arts.' O B E awarded also the Dimbleby
Prize; honest to full measure; not disposed to lies.' Born in
That town of London U K, all around the world he would make his way.' Don't ask me was a t v show.' Which He was part
Of..Look it up as it goes.' Ill gather you'll remember this colourful
Man i'll bet my last drachma or dollar or pound.. Or rand, i'll be damned..' For this honest hero, champion of green.' You see
He shot a big hole in the climactic..? Climate.?? Er theme.'
He reckoned he got sidelined, due to views he'd aired; in
Clearing the proverbial.' He was put-ched off the very same air.!
2019 was his year of demise, yet he's not been forgotten'
Despite some foul devise.' Deception and smokescreens
Its well.?? Not been very nice.' Yet now Bellamys back! Here if you need
Sound advice.) come on all you soupers., should you feel the
Need? to sound Out' what this powerfull prescence
Expounds indeed.! Also upon reflection, I'm minded to say; lets mark the18th
Of January as ( David Bellamy day!!)
Living in a time when time stands still,
society is mentally ill for the dollar bill.
This pension state of mind; contract extension
state of mind,
so afraid of being left behind,
so afraid of being left behind.
Social security; unprecedented
insecurities.
Slow, Jesus, come before me today,
I hope you’re on your way.
Slow Jesus, come before me today,
please come show me the way.
Fight for a cause misunderstood;
try and spend a cold night in the hood.
It’s a real sad story, a real-life
unhappy ending.
Mothers and fathers have so much to say,
mothers and fathers need so much today.
Food stamps and welfare checks, corporate laundry and
cost-cutting specs.
Slow, Jesus, come before me today,
I hope you’re on your way.
Slow Jesus, come before me today,
please come show me the way.
Looking for the sixth dimension
you soon find that hate is overstated; take a look around
you soon find that hate is over rated.
Perform soul-search and you’ll see you’ve made it;
high above a world so jaded, high above a
love loss faded.
A feeling that cannot be imitated, when you take your hate and
desecrate it.
Slow, Jesus, let’s talk more tomorrow,
I’ve found the love you asked to borrow.
Slow Jesus, let’s talk more tomorrow,
no longer will the world breed sorrow.
He threw away…he threw away my friendship
I’m as sad as a lonesome goldfish in the bowl
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
I don’t know what…I don’t know what to think anymore
Without you opening me up, I’m a locked door
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
I’m a lonesome ghost…(I need to get a grip)
Hopeless in love…
Trying to find friendship (on another level no doubt),
Overflowing with love…(something to marvel about)
I gottah get a grip one day!
(Get a grip) x3 Love is so overrated…
God’s love is so underrated
Worldly love is overstated
And I’ve waited for true love…
But my time was wasted
~~~Chorus~~~
I don’t know what to think of this
Might as well…might as well slip into the abyss
Kiss tragedy and wave a farewell
I miss you already…I’m under your wicked spell…
Oh well…I’m a boy and a loner,
Hopeless in love
So hopeless in love
Dealing with so much pain
Dripping continually like acid rain
Dealing with extreme separation anxiety
Ripping apart your ribcage, so I can be set free
So I can crawl out of captivity
Look at me…
Just look at me for a second or two!
Have you any empathy?
I see your eyes, soaking with tears of rue
~~~~~~
They said that love was for creepers.
People who spend too much on booze
and praise saxophone blues.
Bodies aching for a warm touch-
waltzing alone in a room filled with people.
And love impairs your senses
makes you see the best in people.
It makes assholes look like heroes.
And love lessens your concentration
or intensifies it.
She only noticed his limp
after their fifth date.
And he was infatuated by her lisp
from the first day they met.
And I'm not a poet, when it comes to expressing myself.
So these words have stacked themselves
to the ceiling of my mouth
and I want to kiss you-
gently and sweetly
before they all burst out.
I'm love drunk.
and I slur and er at all the witnesses in this bar.
And they said that love was overrated-
and those three words were overstated.
But here I am serenading you,
my tears are bubbling in my champagne glass
this New Year's eve.
I now wear my heart on my sleeve
A new cuff-link that beats
and aches
and bleeds
whenever our hands meet.
I've forgotten the burden of being alone
and the pain of being stoned at home
when it's two in the morning and no one calls.
These words are all I can give you
so kiss me slow and kiss me smooth
before these words find a way to elude
this crazy mind of mine.