Sometimes I feel small
Small but dangerous
Like a single, radioactive atom
Barry Manilow, the Beatles, They Might be Giants, Harry Cow, Madlib, Thom Yorke, Corey Taylor, Theodore Geisel.
I don't write the best poems.
I wish I at least looked like I was trying.
I have too much to write about, and not enough words to say it.
The damage has already been done.
So I float on through an indeterminate stream
unsettling, yet somehow certain,
more so than a gust of wind
a visible, traceable vector
that expands in the favorable paths of life
or at the very least, the eternal now and present things thing that are
the stars,
the gaps in space
and the rocks moving within
the astrotonic plate,
the rift of the present day that is and is always
right here.
"In You"
What more to be said
or thought, when
poetry flows like water
a never ending tap
of dreams and thoughts
spilling from a full heart
overflowing
onto blank pages
pouring into the mind
of you
the writing stops
eventually
but the stories
continue
in
and through
you
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Open the Floodgates”/ Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/yyq-YwrUJhw
LYRICS/ "Open the Floodgates", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-open-the-floodgates-lyrics
"Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/hw8fWV86Qt0
LYRICS/ "Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-free-in-the-knowledge-lyrics
"Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/YjXN0ViG0jc
LYRICS/ "Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-pana-vision-lyrics
artist/Ben Sack
https://www.bensackart.com/
"The Daily Troubles"
Put on pause -
paws like a dog
begging for
some scraps
that loyalty matters
Dreams wake up
and all the other
broken hearts
laugh
Love is
a two up
making sense
of Scrabble
You offer a
kick start
coffee for
a heart that is tired
Love is
the receiving
battle
Warriors wanting
naked kisses
blue stroked
and kilted
four drawn
and quartered
You
Braveheart
Treading water …
New languages.
Dreams wake up
and all the other
broken hearts
laugh
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Daily Battles" / Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/gFjep-baGuU
"Next Poem, Erased on a Sharp Black Line"
The more I try to erase you
The more you present sharp and present
Oligarchy claps on,
Teeth sharp and tongues bite venomous in numbers
There you are walking
barefoot and blindfolded
on a Sharp Black Line
Daring to dive in
Here I await your presence
In the swim
A shadow drowning
under brittle crystal hours
hooked by lip
silent
Aqua smile shatters a
dry paper kiss
Fingers touch written lines
not the bees stinging
with their
thick
sticky honey
Fingers tracing lips
The tongue spoken
between broken
and bliss
Alive,
not drowning
waving
Something in the story
missed
Absent
Ingenue
Transformation
Tryst
To sleep,
close my eyelids
who's counting on you,
next poem
erased on a sharp black line
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/1TuOT324neg
Thom Yorke/Ingenue
Ingenue/Lyrics, Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/Atoms-for-peace-ingenue-lyrics
"The Watcher"
You said, “Never me...”
I said, “Saltwater stings, when cuts slashed deep are bled”.
Somewhere sharks are circling
Swimming black eyes numb
Do sharks have souls?
The crowd cried, “None”.
You said, “Honey, life’s so sweet”.
I said, “Do you think?”
Somewhere, honesty lives in a place,
It’s called, “Not So Neat”.
Through the shallow tidal pools of
saltwater tears, run cracked lives and bare feet
on the bloody shores of
“Betrayal, Life Incomplete”
You said, “Trust me, I’ll catch you when you fall”
I looked in your eyes and said, “Throw the other monkeys that slippery ball”.
The Watcher signed in to watch
The Warrior signed out to blot
spinning on a wheel
cat watches
mouse
life seen through steely bars invisible
a road unsealed
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Suspirium/Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/BTZl9KMjbrU
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thom-yorke-suspirium-lyrics
"A tear in my brain
Allows the voices in
They wanna push you off the path
With their frequency wires"
The Deep
https://youtu.be/lF8MRSJrDnw
Razzmatazz. A long lost song
From a long lost band, Pulp
Freed from your Orange Juice,
Hailing from Scotland, who’s final king
Was Forest Whittaker, trophy winner
The only one Cleveland’s ever seen (but apparently, it rocks)
With its gray skied eyes and Factory blacked lungs,
A cancer felt but not seen-everything gives you Cancer.
Joe Jackson has a good point, and a good beat
Down this song is on your ears, like a Bullet to the Head
Courtesy of four angry boys raging against the machine
Yes you god damn library printer, lying through your teeth
To frustrated, harried people lying
In the hands of god.
John Lennon didn’t believe in you, why should I?
Why should I care, I’m out of my brain on the Train,
That two hit wonder coming to Cleveland July 9th,
Five days after the fireworks are lit
Indoors by Elvis Costello, with the cigarette
Of Ben Folds, over smoky, deep purple waters
Much prettier than Erie, that eats away the bones--
Well put Thom Yorke, unrelated to the Duke
Who built a city, then built it anew on Amsterdam
Not the kind Chris Martin locked away
With keys of Ebony and Ivory.
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