tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38491467266784442142024-03-12T21:09:04.072-07:00Foolonthefootofamountainfoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.comBlogger828125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-11446645985059914952014-11-19T04:19:00.002-08:002014-11-19T04:19:27.664-08:00This is for you.<br />
You are amazing.<br />
Thank you for reading these words.<br />
The screen shines bright.<br />
My fingers tip and tap i press the screen.<br />
Twice, and wink.<br />
Im smiling to the stars.<br />
The pixels<br />
i say hello hello<br />
to the pixels<br />
and wave<br />
im waving at you<br />
and i think<br />
wouldnt it be cool<br />
if you waved back.<br />
<br />
<br />
Hello and yes oh dear i honestly dont know if anyone is reading this. My last comment was years ago. I fear I became less interactive and more mono. Just posting any old thing, what started of as a place of fun, just became a completely different space. I started foolonthefootofamountain, when I brought and built my first ever computer. I eventually sold that computer and bought a bike. I cycled to London with nowhere to live and wrote. I managed to get hold of a laptop and so was still able to post. <br />
<br />
Its been quite a journey, and things certainly have changed since the start. I've been up and down, calm and manic, I even had a whole year pretty much of being in a completely different state, a state where I couldn't write.<br />
<br />
I've decided to move on.<br />
<br />
So if anyone stumbles upon this blog, or is still reading it, id like to say thank you for being here, I really appreciate it, especially anyone that commented in the past, I really enjoyed exchanging words back and forth. I want you all to shine shine bright.<br />
<br />
Much Love,<br />
Fool on the foot of a mountain.<br />
<br />
p.s<br />
<br />
I fell off<br />
<br />
If you would like to continue reading my work, or words.<br />
I have started a new blog.<br />
<br />
You can find it here<br />
<br />
<a href="http://junkyardofcreation.wordpress.com/">Alakazam!</a>foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-82762786686174478442014-11-14T15:04:00.001-08:002014-11-14T15:30:12.706-08:00Flag High.<b>Flag High</b><br />
<br />
Nails scratch<br />
eyes flick<br />
pointing leafs<br />
rectangles on a square<br />
holding hands<br />
balloons<br />
ballons on the lampost<br />
painting the curtains red and green<br />
concertinaed radiator stripes<br />
whispering like fingers<br />
pianists fingers<br />
touch your chest<br />
stop thinking about the box<br />
roll<br />
a two like eyes<br />
a six<br />
twenty six<br />
four years go by<br />
don't know if your coming up<br />
or going down<br />
it feels like your no longer a ghost<br />
another shadow<br />
<br />
The rest of the house is dark<br />
apart from the kitchen<br />
i forgot<br />
a soft light is left<br />
to illuminate a cotton tree<br />
that can be seen from outside<br />
the window<br />
up above<br />
level with the bus line<br />
its branches<br />
grow letters<br />
letters that make words<br />
an almost silent serenade<br />
for the earth<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-27886240325081432152013-06-05T05:33:00.003-07:002013-06-05T05:33:58.418-07:00Clock Work.<b>Clock Work</b><br />
<br />
Trapped in a room of machines<br />
that dont work<br />
boring<br />
i want<br />
busy bussy time<br />
hello time<br />
my name<br />
is Peter<br />
Wendy<br />
friendy<br />
never ending<br />
guts<br />
and<br />
garters<br />
did you say<br />
time<br />
pajamas<br />
no its loud in here<br />
i said dancing<br />
llamasfoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-27978842004864914502013-06-05T05:31:00.004-07:002013-06-05T11:40:36.200-07:00From Somewhere.<b>From Somewhere</b><br />
<br />
In the snuggled down carpet<br />
of love<br />
we like to drink<br />
each others<br />
birthdays<br />
hello camera<br />
click<br />
hey wanda<br />
flick<br />
me<br />
squeeze me<br />
a dollar<br />
made of tooth paste<br />
<br />
<i>In the singles bar at </i><br />
<i>the cafe there was a </i><br />
<i>grown up version of Charlotte.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>She had blonde hair, bleached </i><br />
<i>naturally from the sun, and </i><br />
<i>was basking on the tiles</i><br />
<i>in bliss, at the adventure</i><br />
<i>her mask was having</i>foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-82493307279316670142013-06-05T05:28:00.002-07:002013-06-05T11:41:20.096-07:00Tax Discs & Number Plates.<b>Tax Discs & Number Plates</b><br />
<br />
R2 KLR<br />
by Ribbon Dance Mews<br />
bitte ein bit<br />
Nissan Figaro<br />
H162 DUF<br />
permit holders only<br />
touching<br />
spruce in<br />
the sunlight<br />
Mary Boast Walk<br />
on top of the<br />
Grand Unions<br />
ever moving<br />
pub tables<br />
blue bags<br />
for recycling<br />
the sun on my neck<br />
GB TGT 889<br />
little spotty dog<br />
aw<br />
the butterfly tennis club<br />
bag it and bin it<br />
yellow spray paint<br />
do look down<br />
labyrinths in the streetfoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-90381166996549157962013-06-05T05:22:00.002-07:002013-06-05T05:22:25.525-07:00Materials.<b>Materials</b><br />
<br />
Im the fakest faker here<br />
coz i just want one<br />
hit<br />
on you tube<br />
dont<br />
want a million<br />
and if i got<br />
a million<br />
id spend it<br />
all on clothesfoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-17342668085669762692013-05-28T07:04:00.001-07:002013-06-05T11:43:25.804-07:00E R.<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><b>E R</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">T</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">here is a place where sleeping lions go </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">a place that is the same as swirling white cloth </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">inside the globes of snow. That wait... To land, and where do they land?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Are you talking about mountains? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Lions aren't really in the mountains unless they are mountain lions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I'm talking about children </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">children that become mountains </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">in the sleep of lions on the floor of the carpet </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">where young hearted dreams still dare to tread.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I didn't get any of that out of that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">oh i just sent it to you </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">i can fax it through again (weird!!!)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;"> .</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">i took all four letters out </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">so the whole of that is out of that : )</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I didn't get anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">yes you did although you might not know it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Nope. Didn't show up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">you got a smile and a wave</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Ah.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">So.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">So, what's up?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I let go of a red helium balloon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Why did you do that?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Because a balloon floating in the sky is a beautiful thing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">It is, but I always want to keep my balloons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Freedom is releasing the string.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">two</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Yeah, but still....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Wouldn't it be sweet if when you let go the balloon somehow stayed with you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">That would be cool</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Would it be sweeter if instead of keeping balloons for themselves </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Everyone! gave them away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">People already do that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I feel better already</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">What do you mean?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">No No No </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">The opposite</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I'm so confused now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Im not now</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Well, as long as you aren't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">I am Long</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Long as I am</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">or Shou </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">My first name is Shou.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Right. Anyways, I've got class soon so I need to get off. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Bye.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;" /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Get off! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Bye.</span>foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-10911363659641147312013-05-08T10:31:00.001-07:002013-05-08T10:31:20.218-07:00Blee.<b>Blee</b><br />
<br />
<br />
There is a place i go to<br />
when i feel kind<br />
of like the sun<br />
light of your charms<br />
oh my babe<br />
you rock on<br />
yeah<br />
i really love to show the lights<br />
the way they move<br />
its all right yeah<br />
you go through to the other side<br />
and bring it back all right<br />
close enough to feel<br />
the edges heal<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-13191748217017278762013-05-08T09:43:00.001-07:002013-06-05T11:44:11.190-07:00Tung Tide.<b>Tung Tide</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Waiting to be allowed<br />
outside<br />
to eat a satsuma<br />
innocence struck blind<br />
by the smell of christmas<br />
standing over the sink<br />
when there is no sink<br />
quick sand<br />
looking out the window<br />
to the dreaming grass<br />
i want to spill the juices of this fruit<br />
all out there<br />
wheres theres<br />
ants<br />
are you naked<br />
was told<br />
never to ask<br />
questions<br />
when writing<br />
poetry<br />
is it time to start following<br />
there advice<br />
trolleys and pills<br />
i guess im not right in<br />
im still on the border<br />
two fingers meeting<br />
magnets and<br />
a horse to ridefoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-20824918270118398592013-05-08T09:39:00.003-07:002013-05-08T09:39:51.018-07:00Mr Smith.<b>Mr Smith</b><br />
<br />
Counting holes in the ceiling<br />
at the Maudsley<br />
water its free<br />
and you get a plassy cup<br />
some times your allowed outside<br />
into the sunshine<br />
<br />
makes me think of<br />
Matty Briggs<br />
Lizi<br />
and everyone<br />
Swimming in ladybower resevoir<br />
like something<br />
out of one flew over the cukoos nest<br />
swimming into the golden<br />
isnt it beautiful<br />
<br />
I love this lady<br />
patti smith<br />
i want to make her a rock shrine<br />
with cherry bottle cola<br />
chewing gum<br />
delve into your photographs<br />
rock n roll art chick model<br />
brave czech anna<br />
breakfast at 350<br />
Dalston Lane<br />
hair your bag<br />
your cloak<br />
smile<br />
at the cross ribbons<br />
your fullness<br />
crosses<br />
ear to neck<br />
the ware house<br />
cuts n squeaks<br />
free n wild trinkets<br />
car framed street<br />
want to send your photographers heart<br />
this book<br />
of photographs<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-14695848608389475762013-05-08T09:32:00.000-07:002013-05-08T09:32:08.237-07:00Strea.<b>Strea</b><br />
<br />
The only stream of consiousness i know is the spirit of garbage world. The war zone multi piled into future suns and moons spinning backwards not forwards change it with the way you burn the candle. Candle born. Born with the glasses. <br />
Easier to do when you are free.<br />
There are pit kiffs made of jam over there shepherds made of wool. Here is arizona, cool pump the gas the giant bellowing gas,<br />
<br />
Hey there heres a soldier<br />
standing upright erect<br />
an electricutioner<br />
furry hat move like a mickey taking<br />
the micheal<br />
bumble bee cyclone<br />
wizard to the tiger lilly<br />
diagonal trails of butter<br />
blipping flying butter<br />
hot tea sips<br />
open door<br />
football people n cool air<br />
breezes in and out<br />
nutmegs<br />
a<br />
clean static true picture<br />
a one legged weather man<br />
squeezing a horn<br />
attatched to a wheelchair<br />
as sirens sound<br />
even more to be found<br />
in the whisky bar<br />
where nearly everyone<br />
drinks pints instead of whisky<br />
blink and you<br />
you<br />
you<br />
love the spirits in the glass<br />
the bottle<br />
yo ho ho<br />
and a factory<br />
distillery<br />
convereyor belting<br />
factory<br />
pallet trucking joy ride<br />
dough nuts<br />
good hot n sugar dipped<br />
on the inside is a wheel chair<br />
a juke box<br />
and a<br />
jack appleby<br />
glass<br />
made for drinking<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-28799704656907031972013-05-08T08:31:00.002-07:002013-05-08T08:31:48.179-07:00Clothes that go missing and you dont know where they are.<b>Clothes that go missing and you dont know where they are</b><br />
<br />
The chicks grow up fast<br />
ducklings<br />
one minute tiny<br />
on the pond<br />
the next they get bigger<br />
on the grass<br />
wonderful<br />
<br />
New clothes<br />
old clothes<br />
fresh clothes<br />
clean clothes<br />
where did that red jacket go<br />
out the window<br />
pigeons<br />
on the doll<br />
your the doll<br />
value<br />
drip drip drips<br />
circles in the puddle<br />
splashes<br />
and bubbles<br />
rain bows<br />
with rocks<br />
under spring<br />
rachel carson<br />
bird song<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-36006302857179252772013-02-17T09:47:00.002-08:002013-06-05T11:46:11.671-07:00Bastard Brag.<b>Bastard Brag</b><br />
<br />
what am i doing in this god forsaken place where they say grace before eating their evening meals. Getting covered in cow and pig shit to help them make and sell cheese. Just so i can eat and sleep. I should be in the city making naked dreams with you instead of running round on my own. Loose. A screw without a home. Im down on luck. Im down on dough. Im down on life. Down in dead end tee pee valley. Someplace somewhere i got find me something other than myself to call my own. <br />
Better start making waves blue eyed kid. Surf the stream to pop the edge. Easy listening aint talking. Speak easy kid. The streets of the ghetto give birth to you. Follow the lamps follow the fox. New age plastic for the white rabbit. Sew them on and sell them rice. Get you through the door. Of the pink invisible squirrel club. Where the old lady says,<br />
"theres only way way to skin a cat"<br />
And you know exactly what to say Mac.<br />
One quick wink is five times as good as a knock.<br />
Put your point on the map and drive drive it all the way. Live young & Die Hard. <br />
You havent long to go.foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-6963686807454838612013-02-10T03:56:00.002-08:002013-02-10T03:56:28.104-08:00Jackpot.<b>Jackpot</b><br />
<br />
Theres a dog looking at me with puppy eyes<br />
baby bedroom eyes<br />
begging me to give to the blind<br />
theres a bar maid baby<br />
a tattooed bar maid baby<br />
laughing hard<br />
who i just ignore shade<br />
and otherwise<br />
i wouldnt ignore<br />
id push the blinds up<br />
on top of my head<br />
engage her with a smile<br />
and slide over a hand written note<br />
ink seeping into the soft pillow of a napkin<br />
spreading dots and lines<br />
a hunter s thompson<br />
back yard baby<br />
baby spanky baby<br />
begging me baby<br />
to give to the blind<br />
i ignore her<br />
and picture us<br />
lighting sandwiches<br />
with a zippo lighter<br />
let the light burn baby<br />
until one foot is on top of the other<br />
squirming in frustration<br />
this bitch isnt used to being ignored<br />
shes a portrait in the gallery<br />
where i write<br />
id rather have a coke with you<br />
so sexy nymphettareetis legs get tight<br />
they press together<br />
with Zeus's touch all over her hand<br />
the punters dont see<br />
shes getting flushed bar room baby<br />
but we do we sniff varnish and fold<br />
the smell of sex<br />
bursting from the pour<br />
ride on time<br />
we blow the joint<br />
as her flop explodes<br />
i flick my sandwich like a movie<br />
archwheeling to a puddle full of gasoline<br />
you flick a coin<br />
like its the moon sailing backwards over your shoulder<br />
into the slot of the fruit machine<br />
three cherrys in a row<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-8745761968571789532013-02-07T06:06:00.000-08:002013-06-05T11:47:15.144-07:00Tea Leaf.<b>Tea Leaf</b><br />
<br />
the beads of light<br />
that you wear as a chain<br />
are made from dreams<br />
<br />
where lines you read<br />
arnt make believe<br />
<br />
<br />
the girl in red<br />
a dress for you<br />
<br />
every word that you type<br />
is a leaf from the tree<br />
<br />
i dove right through<br />
after mixing the drinks<br />
to find the seed<br />
<br />
i gambled away<br />
the day and night<br />
playing cards<br />
till i fell asleep<br />
<br />
the slops of our potion<br />
mixed on the floor<br />
they made a puddle<br />
and in the puddle<br />
was a moving city<br />
<br />
i went back in time<br />
and saw the seed<br />
fall from the table<br />
it didnt float<br />
like a grain of rice<br />
a white boat<br />
it went right through<br />
didnt stop at the floor<br />
till it was gone<br />
from one world<br />
to the next<br />
<br />
i dove right through<br />
to the land of Om<br />
didnt know id meet him<br />
or what would i find<br />
<br />
this world was my dream<br />
<br />
the seed<br />
the seed<br />
the seed<br />
of the tree of life<br />
<br />
He was a puddle maker, he carried a bamboo stick, he made puddles from the rain. His name was Um because no-one knew his name.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-5920725146217771982013-02-04T15:54:00.001-08:002013-02-04T16:02:18.544-08:00Stir fry.<b>Stir fry</b><br />
<br />
<br />
Buddy dropped into my life like a long last lover falling from the stars<br />
i caught him on the sand<br />
bare foot and scraggly<br />
this is me at my most ugly<br />
making mothers behind the window shops of Edinburgh<br />
look in disgust as i pass<br />
and remark what could a women have done<br />
to deserve such a creature for a son<br />
i catch my reflection and am ashamed<br />
to see my face and body have become the picture of Dorian Gray<br />
<br />
I can only think of the glass<br />
i see it flying through the air<br />
and breaking into pieces<br />
as it smashes on the pavement<br />
<br />
This is my body<br />
<br />
I can only think of the glass<br />
i see globules of it dropping<br />
onto two parallel screws<br />
it travels as they rotate <br />
and turns into a sphere<br />
as it cools<br />
<br />
Broken<br />
<br />
I can only think of the glass<br />
as the wind sends a dustbin lid flying<br />
like a piece of wood with an apple on top<br />
attacked with the wax of a melting gamble<br />
to cymbalise gum stuck to the pavement<br />
gum from a gun shooting up at the bus stop<br />
dirty filthy bust up<br />
<br />
Take it<br />
<br />
I can only think of the glass<br />
inside my<br />
Whored out body<br />
my prostituted mind<br />
its sick boy sick<br />
rent boy rent<br />
payed it hard<br />
wasted<br />
this life all slanted like the rain<br />
loser man a loser man<br />
<br />
I can only think of the glass<br />
a jerry clutching flip flops<br />
on top of the lighting storm<br />
redemption in the monson<br />
falling squirrel to laughing duck mountian<br />
the rain falling<br />
hot oil in a pan<br />
invisible birds chirp<br />
were on the ball<br />
and the loud chopped onions<br />
sizzling<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-46527849316305955922013-02-04T15:45:00.004-08:002013-06-05T11:48:08.846-07:00Whyd you do that? or You don't have to write over Bitburg.<b>Whyd you do that? or You don't have to write over Bitburg</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Ive been building sandcastles to smash inside my head<br />
i dont think youve ever understood a single word ive said<br />
you got to pick at the pieces pick at the piecesfoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-72074476231094585082013-01-31T01:36:00.002-08:002013-01-31T01:38:02.556-08:00Pebble.<b>Pebble</b><br />
<br />
Salmon jumping in the water away from the sea driving me to images of you in my dreams we are still not near enough to be togethor seperate feathers on the pillow made of shiny shiny i get up and stand above the heads that rock as a voice in song lets the bullets from a shotgun wash away the scars on my back need to relax sit back in the arms of a dove that is warm fuzzy honey sugar baby runny runny trickles on my skin in the golden light where everything spins is the centre when the moon goes round in a circle were turning and turning into the chains of levels litter layer little layer little layer leves its easy when you sit in the middle stirring your finger with another in a puddle a jar full of liquid with a spoon and hey were blowing bubbles you ever wonder when you see one floating by on the day and think the colours of my team arnt right claret instead of blue and white like the blood of my veins its another tottenham sky just give up and play it outside spin spinner spin spin spin foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-48224291642459621722013-01-27T07:48:00.001-08:002013-01-27T08:05:05.825-08:00Natural reaction.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Natural reaction</b><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">just write inside or outside it doesnt matter</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">it all comes from your mind</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">in between the lines</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">are gaps for you to fill in </span></span><br />
chilling or burning on the hot thoughts<br />
like hot rocks dropping<br />
blood popping<br />
in between the trestles on the vessels<br />
little ships flying to the tips<br />
of my gravity finger kissing blips slipping<br />
and sliding backwards when<br />
im walking sometimes why i dont know<br />
maybe ive not drunk enough water<br />
this light all of a sudden so bright<br />
and everything around you comes to life<br />
all colours shining so much brighter than the bright<br />
emotions cart wheeling pure feeling<br />
into motion no comotion can bring you down<br />
such a sweet sound the town is awake<br />
and when it sleeps it is a nest for you to believe in<br />
keys and piano and drums and guitar<br />
and when im asleep<br />
i like to be a thief<br />
that returns all the dreams<br />
stolen by the rough hands of the mad queens magi<br />
which is why when im in a shop of charity<br />
i rub every lantern wont stop trying to free the genie from the lamp<br />
both of the ends of the candle i burning to relax<br />
so we can melt again into<br />
relaxing chemisty on the table dripping on the table<br />
that turns like a fire on the forest without flood<br />
no dove of peace<br />
to bring me some blessed release<br />
i need to begin again<br />
didnt mean to sell my soul to a enemy<br />
that i thought was my best friend<br />
for a toke on a ciggerette<br />
i need to wipe away<br />
that shamefull past<br />
so that my future from this present<br />
will no longer dance scars<br />
and monkeys all across my back<br />
kicking me in the ribs<br />
and shutting me with cloth<br />
a hard knot tied up at the top of a sack<br />
that is slipping to the bottom of the sea<br />
with my body in the middle<br />
and im waiting to drown<br />
sinking down in the wet sand<br />
all over<br />
game over<br />
until i start again<br />
i wonder with curiousity<br />
am i a cat and is that another life<br />
whos counting<br />
passing by why<br />
i always land back on my feet<br />
dry sand between the toes feels sweet<br />
in the sunlight or at night<br />
just like sparkling grains of sugar<br />
skipping on the tongue<br />
behind your teeth<br />
that likes to lick<br />
and flick<br />
like the surf<br />
rolling on the crest of these green blue waves<br />
full of lazers and lights<br />
and the rotting bodies<br />
of everyone thats died like a tear drop in the ocean<br />
of earth<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-37109437975514097282013-01-08T06:10:00.003-08:002013-03-04T11:54:47.324-08:00Cats Lock.<br />
<b>We all have scars</b><br />
<br />
<br />
Fools cap blown like the grass straw of dogs written in the sand with numbers<br />
more than i could see<br />
feel or hear<br />
dirty patterns of sky<br />
kites dog wheeling<br />
under villages<br />
buried by the surf the sand the<br />
waves<br />
hidden by the voice of truth<br />
can you write in the dark?<br />
<br />
<br />
I wanted to know what she meant<br />
but i dont think i could<br />
i dont even think i know what i mean<br />
when i say that it is what it is anyway<br />
<br />
The tips of my fingers like to dance over the clicks of squares and letters<br />
surrounded by numbers symbols and bars<br />
full of of half cut drinkers talking fat or skinny<br />
or filling the gaps with liquid<br />
beyond them is the dust of skin and dirt<br />
and the occasional hair<br />
a voodoo jackpot<br />
waiting to be sucked up by human vacuums<br />
<br />
the trousered men without feet or upper bodies<br />
point in both directions<br />
sideways victories<br />
corned beef sandwiches and sailors climbing up lampposts<br />
in love covered with bunting for Europe<br />
<br />
On one hand i can write your my enemy on the other your my friend<br />
<br />
Fill a room full of monkeys with keyboards and give them acid<br />
Cynicism told me<br />
the disgust on his face revealing more<br />
leaving me with the feeling that id presented him with what i thought was<br />
a piece of enjoyable cheese<br />
but actually in his mouth turned into a lump of<br />
why not fill your shoes with a load of crunched up glass<br />
walk until your feet bleed<br />
a light goes of in the factory<br />
on the wall its written<br />
words are only a letter away from becoming worlds<br />
bridging the divide between fiction and reality<br />
until the there is no gap between<br />
the souls of the sand singing to our feet<br />
Hush now sweet darling<br />
wash away your weary scars<br />
<br />
<br />
I can remember the diamonds in the car park<br />
cubes of jade that spilled like dreams<br />
over the dark space of tarmac<br />
I can remember in our rush<br />
and fever<br />
that we both thought the same<br />
unless you were pretending all along<br />
that this was ours, our treasure,<br />
a fortune laid bare for us to find<br />
alone in the glittering sunshine<br />
unwatched<br />
we swooped<br />
down and scooped them up<br />
let them spill over our hands and through the gaps between our fingers<br />
threw them over our heads<br />
down the alley behind your house and away<br />
like we were in Aladdin's cave<br />
swimming in a pool full of gold and silver<br />
until our cheeks were cut<br />
and our bleeding palms<br />
were covered in sparkles<br />
that caught the light as we let them candyfloss<br />
through the air dancing streams like<br />
rhinestones sewn into a moon walkers golf glove<br />
and i know at some point our treasure<br />
must have turned to pain <br />
that you must have seen the cuts on my face<br />
and i could see yours<br />
the cut above your left eye and the little trickle<br />
running from the gash in your cheek<br />
I can remember feeling <br />
the stings on my fingers and palms<br />
looking into my hands noticing how white they had become<br />
which made the multitude of nicks and cuts show up stronger <br />
as i extended my legs<br />
some pieces of jade that had been pressed into my bare knees<br />
fell, some remained<br />
mixed with the dirt and blood on my skin making my kneecaps<br />
a pair of dirty pretty ovals<br />
for maybe a little too long we <br />
managed to half pretend the little cubes of jade were still our fortune<br />
until Aladdin's cave vanished down on the tarmac<br />
beside the car with a smashed window<br />
at the back of the car park<br />
and our treasure turned to broken glass.<br />
<br />
She kept a baby cube of green like emerald<br />
in a little box with hinges that like an island<br />
split in two was closed more then when ever it was open<br />
by her own hands<br />
her used fingers dirt laced traced the scar where i had been cut<br />
from her belly ripe and full <br />
a drop of fat in the cream<br />
those hands that gripped the sides<br />
as she tore chunks off with her teeth<br />
eating the block of cheese like it was the holy bible<br />
late at night when she thought no one was looking<br />
id find her sat looking up at the stars from the top step<br />
outside the front door<br />
with the little box open on her lap<br />
and on a soft cushion that looked like it had been blessed<br />
with the rub of the lips of queen mab and all the fairies<br />
themselfs so much so that i wanted to walk into it<br />
and be swallowed by its depths<br />
that to me were the journey<br />
to the city through the wetness of your eyes<br />
into the oceans of sweet blood that harden<br />
as heart shapes scabs on my knees<br />
if id have known it<br />
i would have called it mecca<br />
mecca on a cushion blessed by fairies<br />
it shone so<br />
illuminating all around like emerald city<br />
and her lips broke<br />
open<br />
sweet love of love<br />
i thought what would<br />
it be like to put a crumb of white bread there<br />
soft in the middle of the red<br />
a nurse for all the scratches of her bottom lip<br />
if i was sleeping by the window<br />
then<br />
i dont know if they were meant for me<br />
as her breath became a stroke upon the air<br />
tracing a finger over her skin<br />
imprisoned in the glass<br />
before she closed the lid on the box<br />
with the words<br />
this and the scars on my legs<br />
are all i have to remind me of your father<br />
<br />
<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-38854383057179016982012-08-17T09:56:00.001-07:002012-09-10T08:10:57.720-07:00Natural Depression.<br />
<br />
<b>Natural Depression</b><br />
<br />
I dont know if I can help you, but id like to try.<br />
<br />
Its good to talk about it. Especially if you can talk to a professional like a mentor/teacher or even a health care worker. These are people who have experience and that you can trust to keep everything you share confidential. It would be nice to be able to trust friends and family, and more often or not you can, but there's nothing to stop a friend or family, sharing what you tell them by accident, (or not being able to understand or be particular helpful to you) which is why chatting to a professional can be really good. Sometimes just chatting to a stranger can help too.<br />
<br />
I think one of the first things to say is you don't have to beat yourself up about being depressed or suicidal, these thoughts, feelings, emotions, or mind set are a perfectly natural part of being human.<br />
<br />
Id also like to share that I have been through life with periods of major depression, have often had suicidal thoughts (I still do) and have attempted to commit suicide.<br />
<br />
Were not the same so I cant really suggest what would work for you but I can share what worked or helped me out, for starters when I was depressed about life and living on or in this world, something that would make me more depressed would be looking around and comparing my situation with other peoples, and then deciding i had no right to be feeling depressed, i would also think it was wrong to be feeling depressed which would add to my depression, when i came to the conclusion that being depressed actually meant im a human being with a the ability to feel, and think and have emotions and that depression is a totally natural part of the experience of life, i stopped seeing my depression as something that was wrong with me, or a negative thing, i saw it as positive,<br />
<br />
Being depressed shows that im not a robot, im a living breathing person with a heart mind and feelings.<br />
<br />
I think you probably should tell your mentor when you go back to school. I really believe these thoughts that people have should be shared and brought out into the open. Its amazing to find that a lot of people have similar problems and thoughts and this sharing of an experience can be comforting, it can also lead to further understanding about ourselves and the human condition. <br />
<br />
I have only ever self harmed my body by stubbing out cig<br />
<br />
on my skin<br />
<br />
again I dont know your situation, or what is best for you, but i do see self harm like an addiction, or a drug, the way i look at life most people need something in order to get through the day feeling good about themselves or about the world and life in general,<br />
<br />
For example if i was to stay in my room, not working, not hanging out with anyone but myself, not moving about much, not really eating well, and just thinking then going to sleep, and repeating this, i would probably end up thinking more and more negatively, and eventually start thinking more and more about suicide, i dont know how many people there are that can go through life without something, most people need something,<br />
<br />
For some people that something is t.v,<br />
for others it might be something creative like painting or writing,<br />
for some it might be their work, others have a sport they like to play, or a book group, or reading, or listening to music or playing music, i class all these things as drugs,<br />
<br />
If someone winds down or gets enjoyment from life by playing golf and seeing there golf buddies, then golf is their drug (it might not be the only drug they do) which is fair enough i dont play golf myself, but i can see that playing golf isn't going to be particular harmful to the body or mind, in fact maybe beneficial.<br />
<br />
on the other hand someones drug of choice might be something like crack cocaine or heroin, again fair enough, but these drugs have a downside in that they can hurt the body physically and mentaly and also have negative impacts on friends and family<br />
<br />
<br />
I sort of think self harms the same, it can be just addictive as any drug, (golf included) with ciggerete burns i enjoyed the different levels of pain, what i call waves as i pushed the stub further into my skin, the sound the smell, all apart of the experience then the feeling when i removed it, clear, a lot of people i chat to about this, don't seem to get, the sense of regret that i describe when the pain plateaus then subsides, they seem to think that the pain would be the most horrible thing and it going the best, but i always felt that the pain was the best part and when it left i was left with regret, a bit like the intense sting in the middle of a Chinese burn being the most exiting part with the most energy and then when it fades and finally is gone... oh...<br />
<br />
then of course there is the beauty in a blister bubble, or scab or whatever, and the eventual mark, and the way the mark changes over time, there were lots of things i liked about my hobby (or drug) of stubbing out ciggies on myself,<br />
<br />
but one day i realized it was like a drug, and one that was hurting my body, i could see it hurting my body, so i stopped, <br />
<br />
Im lucky ive not got an addictive personality, i dabble in things, and when i feel there getting a hold over me or im dependent on them (or become addicted to them) i stop and change<br />
<br />
You might have an addictive personality or you might not<br />
but if you do want to or end up stopping self harming yourself, you may find it helps to be aware that you'll probably going to have to find something else to do instead, because they'll be a gap of time and also a gap in feelings to fill,<br />
<br />
its up to you to decide if you want to stop self harming and if so what it is you replace it with, and whether the thing you replace it with is good or bad for your health,<br />
<br />
Its a shame when our minds turn us into slaves or constantly fill our heads with negative thoughts about living and the world in general. It can be a tricky process to get out off. Dont worry, you can get out of it.<br />
<br />
There are many ways. Some of them might work for you, some of them might not. It might take a little bit of experementing and a little bit of effort. <br />
<br />
A great first step is sharing, talking about your thoughts with others, and seeing if they have been through something similar or have any thoughts of their own, or a different perspective. <br />
<br />
I remember chatting to a friend, and asking so how often do you think about suicide or killing yourself, he replied that he had or does but very very rarely, like maybe once or twice in the last five years, to be honest i was a bit shocked and told him whoa, i think about it a lot, or a least i think about death a lot, and maybe killing myself like well definitely a lot more than that. But that was totally ok. It just showed how our minds worked a bit differently, and although he might not have been able to understand the way my mind worked, it was reassuring to tell him about it, and i think it was also beneficial to put him in the picture.<br />
<br />
I definitely believe its healthier to be open about these sorts of things rather than hiding them away or keeping them a secret.<br />
<br />
Some practical things that have worked for me, especially with depression, was getting slowly and surely more active, i began this with taking a walk to the local park everyday and sitting on a bench, i would sit until someone came and sat on the bench or a bench nearby, (this was actually hard - as i was scarred to go out of my front door, into the world, let alone interact with people, whether i knew them or not, or even more so with people i know) but i knew it was a step i had to take,<br />
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Just going for a walk and changing your environment, one place from another can help get out of depression, chatting to a person on a bench only for a minute or so also helped me alot.<br />
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I then started to go swimming once a week. Physical exercise really helps, (especially with shutting the mind off - and getting the mind to stop with its negative thoughts is a big help in getting out of depression) <br />
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Swimming also helped because i was in an environment with other people, but there was no chatting or interaction really, if i just wanted to swim up and down i could swim up and down without even saying hello to anyone, which is what must people do, and is exactly what i wanted to do, it also helped because i was in a place where a lot more of my body was on show, then would normally be on show, the more and more i went swimming the more and more comfortable i became with my own body, and this had a positive effect on my mind and my thinking,<br />
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Eating a regular three meals a day, breakfast lunch and dinner, and doing exercise, and staying up during the day and sleeping at night, going to bed a bit earlier and waking up earlier, and getting into a routine also helped me to get out of a depressive state, i was then able to use my time becoming more and more involved with things that got me out of my own comfort zone, which was good because i find if im not stimulated somehow then it is easier for me to become depressed,<br />
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I found volunteering really helped, there's quite a lot of things you can volunteer to do, from looking after animals to working in a charity shop to working on an organic farm, or at a festival, just four hours a week can make a big difference, again i think this is because it changes your environment, gets you out of the same old ways of thinking into something new<br />
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There have been cases in the past where i would volunteer for something when i have been in a good healthy way of thinking, only to find when i was meant to go - i was suddenly anxious, scarred, or just in a depressive non-interactive with people and the world way of thinking - nowadays id just go anyway because i know this is a bit like getting butterflies in the stomach before going on stage and that when i get there actually it'll be all right or if its not, well i can see what happens and deal with it when it happens,<br />
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but in the past they'd be times when id miss appointments or wouldn't go, (this would happen with social engagements too, meeting up with friends or going out or whatever) and this is ok, some times id lie or make up an excuse, and people would be ok with that,<br />
<br />
volunteer places might get annoyed or put out - especially if i didn't tell them the real reason was because i was in the middle of a major depressive episode - but that's ok too,<br />
<br />
so don't worry if you attempt to do something new and it goes a bit wrong or you end up not making it due to whatever reason<br />
<br />
there's always the opportunity to try again or try something different<br />
and you'll find in life that some people are very understanding<br />
in fact ive found experiencing depression, and being suicidal, has opened up a lot of doors for me and has enabled me to meet a lot of really great people, that i might otherwise not have had the opportunity to meet,<br />
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Some people will tell you to just stop feeling down, enjoy life, or to man up, or quit being such a pussy,<br />
and for some people it is as easy as that, but for a lot of people its not that easy, and hearing responses like this doesn't really help,<br />
unless someone else has experienced your type of depression its quite a hard thing to understand,<br />
<br />
but there is help and support groups out there, and it is something that is really worth getting out in the open and talking to people about, and it is something that you can with little steps (or big steps if your feeling courageous change.)<br />
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Good Luck.<br />
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Of course its an experience<br />
and there is a rumor in the air<br />
that the bad trips are the best<br />
its something ive said before<br />
although really there is no good or bad<br />
if depression is a part of us you me and everything<br />
it just is<br />
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hamusandoichi@gmail.com<br />
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<br />foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-42266380228695252192012-08-08T16:22:00.001-07:002012-08-08T16:22:23.179-07:00Gunpowder Tea.<b>Gunpowder Tea</b><br />
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Nirvana is swallowing<br />
your mobile phonefoolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-55870599719741748422012-07-12T14:06:00.000-07:002012-07-18T10:14:15.809-07:00Playing with candles.<b>Playing with candles</b><br />
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For the first time in my life i had the feeling i met someone real, but did i throw it all away for her good looks and superficiality. Please say no. Its not too late. Because i got the sense that you thought i was real too. Only, i showed myself to you to be just as fake if not more make beilieve, than everyone else, but i am real, and i think your real too, and if only you could give that me you saw on the dance floor in the light of a candles flame as you spun head over heels cart wheeling again and again another chance, well maybe we both could be in reality. </div>foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-70829125776617879472012-07-12T12:51:00.000-07:002012-07-12T13:40:07.954-07:00Crooked Reflection.<b>Crooked Reflection</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">What about if i want to be two</span><br />
what about if i want to be blue<br />
what about if i dont want to be you<br />
<br />
and what happens if someone tells yah - do you know what youve been a wolf all your life but for just one moment please be a little sheep for me is that really too hard for you to do and look now how hop scotch Pow! the little sheep has become a sheperd and your right, you are actually completely right -<br />
right on brother right right right!<br />
<br />
Then suppose someones singing if your the right eye im the left and they dont even stop to draw breath before chatting about opening up this third eye like sat back on a black leather chair in the parlour and on one hand ill tattoo your my enemy on the other my friend,<br />
<br />
for life isnt short its long just like the end of time has no end for there is no end to time unless the end of time is me, wait... the end of time is me, so what does that make you, is you the beginning of something new, and when oh Wen Wen Wen Wen Wen<br />
Will Wen meet time?<br />
<br />
Dream on Terry and find out...<br />
<br />
So then what happens if we do start to dwell on the good that weve done, and then we all start focusing on the bad that well do<br />
and what is good or bad anyway - perhaps i should ask santa - he does the list -<br />
<br />
while hes checking it twice<br />
<br />
i keep on thinking about ying and yang and bing and bong and you and me an me an you an you an me an me an you and you are me and i am you and you are me and i am you as you are me and i as you and he is she as she is he and we, we are all togethor and chemistry<br />
isnt that the way everything works without us having to stop and think about it anyway,<br />
like when things get hot they change like when things get cold they change, like when we breathe in and out we change the universe and things that are so tiny we cant even see what change our breathing is actually having but surely this is true i dont know im guessing our very being must change atoms and molecules or whatever ever the tiniest little bits of everythihng that we cant see all around us are in so many ways that well never know but it goes on anyway without us thinking about it - it all works or happens or whatever - is that chemistry<br />
<br />
and ok i aint much of an activist or a pacifist, im one of those roll with it everythings cool so why change it no need to protest lets ride it all out anyways, so yeah im not really a humanatarian at all am i, humans what a bunch of holes<br />
and whats with this reflection anyway well its just the last line of the mirror really -<br />
so lets all make peace, unite and be one -<br />
<br />
i dont think i like it<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">i mean either we are all ready united and one in an universal sense you know cosmic dancing balance harmony allah wooshtah whey hey!</span><br />
or we are not united and not one -<br />
but then what would being united and being one mean<br />
sounds pretty totalitarian to me<br />
maybe thats how stonehenge got built and the pyramids<br />
unless we all suddenly became one<br />
would that be like worker ants<br />
but this planet when it comes to humans<br />
seems to be a mish mash of a lot of things, types, people<br />
collectives and individuals,<br />
im all for a world of total oneness and a world of total peace<br />
<br />
i mean for me that would be a place covered in hair and the people if people is what they is<br />
would just get off on touch and smells and music and theyd live off of air, and totally just feel warm and fuzzy all the time, and it would be the feeling inside would be like a proper rush the most lovely orgasm that just gets better and better going on and on and on for millienia and millenia yes yes yes getting better an better until finally the most beautifull climax ever and then pop why not, that world gone and boom incomes another, - or it could just keep going on forever and ever and ever getting better and better and better<br />
<br />
but on the planet earth ive never been able to get my head round what being united and being one would mean, how would it work and what would it be like,<br />
<br />
then again we are one right - trans global collective -<br />
<br />
like even if you know someone that only plays psy-trance then someone else who only plays drum and bass and then someone whos a buddhist in tibet and someone else whos a marine and someone else whos a saint and someone else who likes to rape like someone in the KKK and someone whos a slave like someone who kicks a dog and someone whos kind to rats like someone who works and like someone who hasnt got a job and someone whos homeless in north korea and someone who lives in a mansion in france we are all one<br />
and do you ever think what if only really actually two people exist in this whole entire universe and thats me and you and yeah hi, you and me...<br />
but then in another sense of one-ness<br />
what if someone says i dont want to be one<br />
i like being free<br />
i dont want to change<br />
like i look around<br />
especially at elderly people gardening or having a tea or coffee or going to the supermarket, or wathching telly, and i think, theyre not that fussed about us all being one, or this collective conciousness thing, and then theres some people that like working a nine to five, going to the gym, and others who are happiest when out in the woods or making something, and it makes me think just let the whole thing be, roll with it, either were all ready one, or it doesnt matter wheter were one or not, and maybe life as amazing as it is isnt the best thing of all, maybe death is totally awesome too, and maybe peace isnt all its cracked up to be, i mean what would happen if i started throwing petrol bombs through the windows of estate agents,<br />
<br />
i think we should all throw petrol bombs through the windows of estate agents, when theyre shut of course, im not a complete barbarian,<br />
<br />
<br />
john lennon got shot<br />
on a planet that has prisons<br />
and where violence is allowed out on the street but making love is suppodesly supposed to be kept behind closed doors (so no-one can see)<br />
so really we are all blind<br />
unless you stop lying about not having any change<br />
i dont want to unite<br />
i dont want to be one<br />
i want to fly far far away<br />
and never come back<br />
i want to travel every world and universe and galaxy<br />
and love them all<br />
no matter where or<br />
what they are<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Let them be.</span>foolonthefootofamountainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793334560738915591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849146726678444214.post-51071515809291400912012-06-28T06:12:00.001-07:002012-06-28T08:23:29.575-07:00With the lights out.<b>With the lights out</b><br />
<br />
Planting seeds inside your heads<br />
somethings growing<br />
feel the outside of your body<br />
have you changed<br />
every smoke<br />
thats ends up stubbed out in an ashtray<br />
is a smoke<br />
that could have been stubbed out<br />
on your leg<br />
when im with you<br />
i can really feel it growing<br />
take a look<br />
you can see the change<br />
someone is speaking<br />
but your not listening<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">here we are now</span><br />
with all the time in the world<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">left to play</span><br />
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