| Born again
Posted: 4/2/2008 2:50:15 AM | In a place that harks back
thru the anals of time
this place I call home
is more your home
than mine
The cranes shreik their existance
of course they're man made
without them
you would not
have
what you have got
the rats and****oaches
don't bite
but the flies at the beach are a bother
find another dish to land on
and hover
what will the sea unfold
when the oceans turn red
maybe then people will see
how something tiny, transparent, invisible
can kill you so easily
syndrome Irukandji | |
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| Slaughter of the Jellyfish
Posted: 4/3/2008 3:40:54 AM | now recently I have heard
the seas are running out of room
especially in the dead zones
rising temperatures make them bloom
how beautiful these creatures are
their stingers are quite deadly
no bone, no blood, no brain
they congregate in a medley
the oldest survivors in the sea
I think I am a jellyfish
I am a scorpion
I am really free
I can be anything I want
when I want to be | |
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| continuation of Silvia n Ted
Posted: 4/3/2008 4:07:48 AM | They both had sex with each other
around the age of one
but then things got boring
and they both wanted
some different fun
so Father created Eve
he is a magician
with a trick
up his sleeve
but little did the father know
how his little princess
would bloom and grow
the mother of all creation
then Adam got real jealous
she was the father's
favourite relation
and she was jealous of him
as he pleasured the father
with a tool she lacked
which she thought was rather dim
so she wants
you all to know
SHE don't consider it a sin
no not any more
but you gotta remain faithful
to each other - that's the law | |
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| The Calling - continued...........
Posted: 4/3/2008 4:52:19 AM | She had always been pretty meticulous about her appearance but the last couple of years she had taken opportunites to dress down rather than up. Tonight was a "dress down" night and she wore an old pair of jeans that were wearing thin with constant washing and a gaping hole just below her left knee. She teemed it with a warm woolly jumper (no not a rabbit).........an aqua coloured roll neck, oh and her gold stilitto boots.
When she reached the nightclub where she sang she was greeted by the familiar staff behind the bar as usual and placed her beige puffa jacket around a vacant stool. She appraised the room to see who was there and was suprised to see there were quite a few regulars who usually showed up late already seated. The Old fogeys made a comment about one of her songs being "near the knuckle" and tonight it felt to her as if they were being purposefully awkward with her.
She paid it no heed and continued to appraise one of the other singers who was unknown to her and making obvious mating call behaviour. His voice was enjoyable and he came over and chatted with her. He told her he played the clarinet so she told him to go and get it and was surprised when ten minutes later he appeared, his white sweatshirt glowing along with his clarinet. He was accompanied however by a bevy of blue uniformed police officers and he was their star band player.
She couldn't stop herself joining him with her castanettes as they played out a "duel" of instruments on the danclefloor. It got really hot when she started to dance and the crowd of people round the bar clapped vigorously as she got into the flow of the beat. | |
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| The Gathering
Posted: 4/4/2008 1:43:52 AM | Outside the box
time does'nt exist
it's just an illusion
a big foggy mist
to go outside time
you must take a risk
you can flower and grow
or fry to a crisp
the cat is in a waiting state
inside time
no food on the plate
outside time
grows an incredible line
spirits who come and go
they are gathering, lining up
to watch the coming show | |
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| Stairway to Heaven
Posted: 4/4/2008 1:59:14 AM | Led Zeppelin: Stairway to Heaven.
Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And shes buying a stairway to heaven. | |
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| The Calling - continued...........
Posted: 4/4/2008 2:27:43 AM | She revelled in the limelight and the energy gave her the desire to dance even more but now she wanted some music she could really get to it with. The clarinet player came and asked her if she wanted to go with him for a "good time". She was gobsmacked at this remark and told him she was leaving to go dancing............ she knew he would follow her.
Sure enough he showed up ten minutes after she did at the nearby salsa club. She was now drinking water - as was her custom when she danced. They exchanged a few words and again he asked her to go back to his place with him. Again she was shocked - she felt like a young girl being propositioned without any idea of what he meant by a good time. She told him it was too far away, he left, but before he did - she took a little bite of him. It seemed to drained her of all her strength and she left herself quickly afterwards - proud she hadn't played with his other instrument. Yeh baby you sure can rock without the roll. | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Two
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:04:15 AM | thanks Chamelion - I dedicate this next chapter to you
Well you might be wondering by now who exactly She is. The chamelion one of her favourite creatures whose qualities she imbued on occassion. Generally she had always stood out from the crowd because she was a pleaser. During her time in the Terratorial Army she made sure her boots gleamed all over and not just the toe caps! - she was that kind of girl.
As a child she loved to dress up in an evening gown and play grown up with her older sister and now she was aiming for a career where she could claim tax relief for her show costumes and shoes - aint life just great!
She also happened to be the hottest thing in Malta since the Spanish Inquisition. | |
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| You are what you hate
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:40:14 AM | If you are what you hate
then I'm the pig in the middle
I used to hate it before
now it's part of love's riddle | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Two
Posted: 4/6/2008 1:44:56 AM | She had suffered all the usual blows of life. Three marriages - three divorces, and she had vowed to herself never to marry again until she was thrown a total curveball which sent her dizzy and had her spinning off in a totally new direction. She had fallen in love.......... real love.......... the kind you never put down but carry with you always.
She describes her transformation like this - "the egg has a fragile shell which is easily broken allowing the contents to spill but rising temperature transformed the contents into a flexible knock resistant substance that tastes great between two pieces of bread". It is her attempt at being original............ she loves originality and love has so many cliches. | |
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| Fragile as China
Posted: 4/6/2008 10:53:37 AM | Think of China as the egg
all that political unrest
now mixing with
the eternal flame
they shouldn't be mixed
someone said on the news
I think it should
it's a crying shame
1o,ooo factories
they have had to close
because now the workers
have been given their rights
and they cannot afford to pay
most of the workers women
what does that tell you
I pray | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Two
Posted: 4/6/2008 11:39:22 AM | She would dress provocatively just for the hell of it and next thing you know she's walking around dressed like a nun. Sometimes she would show up in an outfit from another time zone but she was happiest when she could get totally naked before God, her name................... maybe you have already guessed? ........... Eve.
Oh boy!! she can stun you with just one look and you feel like you never want to take your eyes away again. Imagine Kylie Minogue with bigger breasts and you would be close to her figure. She got a lot of attention and not the kind she always liked which sometimes got a little overwhelming but she handled most situations without losing any self-respect - apart from him, the guy she loves - she puts him first. He puts her first to but they really need to just get together. | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Two
Posted: 4/7/2008 7:51:26 AM | And who am I? I am the spirit of her dead twin brother and I am writing this with her permission. She lets me take her over once in a while cos she is really great at sharing but she only discovered me recently during some intense meditation.
I have to tell you tho I am running a losing battle with this other guy who has taken up residence too. Elvis.............. her grandmother's favourite singer. He is always sticking his oar in - amongst other things........... yeh he has even got her doing squats but I have to admit it certainly spices up her performance. | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Three
Posted: 4/8/2008 3:12:26 AM | Eve had spent the last five years of her life working in IT. It kept her mind active as she had to test software using various operating systems but she knew it was'nt really the job for her. She was a very social animal and she worked in an area where she could sing on occassion while music blasted away through her earphones but she never got a round of applause.
When she was made redundant she started designing her own website and with more time on her hands she spent a lot of it videoing her performance and then using digital software to enhance the stills. At this time - for her singing was just a fantasy as she didn't think her voice was good enough, until she heard it herself.
After her divorce of eighteen years of marriage (most of it happy)........ she left the UK to live 0n the Island of the sun - Malta. Her children were pretty much grown up and for the first time in her life she was financially independant and in a position to follow her dreams.
She spent the first year there looking for a property to buy and she eventually settled on an old town house in the poorer part of the island. She knew the first time she saw it that it was the house for her. The first room on entrance had a tiny door which only just cleared her head and led into another smaller room which contained the white limestone steps leading to the other floors. This room also housed a small well which she thought would be ideal for watering her plants.
On further inspections she decided it was just perfect for her with room for extra accommodation if she needed it. She had three bedrooms uptairs, one of which she turned into her office. This room had a balcony which overlooked the narrow stone cobbled street and gave her a lot of natural light. Here she could paint, write, dance, sing and practice her castannettes.
A five minute walk led her to the marina with it's beautiful yachts and trendy cafes and the history surrounding the place made her love it even more. It is in the youngest of the three cities. The Three Cities is a collective description of the three fortified cities of Cospicua, Vittoriosa, and Senglea on the Island, which are enclosed by the massive line of fortification created by the Knights of St John and it's the original home of the order.
The surrounding dockyard was similar to her original birth place in the North East of England....... Jarrow. The place where the marches started. It was a very different community from the one she had left behind, she had a hard time keeping track of all her new neighbours but she struck up a friendship with the family next door who didn't seem to mind her singing all hours. | |
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| Rage
Posted: 4/10/2008 10:19:15 AM | She couldn't contain it
no she could not
when the male clan
just next door
ignored the fact
the danger
of a pregnant woman
climbing steep stairs
to bring them their
afternoon coffees
whilst they see
to their own affairs
she told them they
would be shot
back in the UK
"We had Maggie Thatcher"
was all she further had to say
then left to buy some tarps
to block her neighbours from sight
their little boy chased her down the street
"are you off to the beach?"
she ignored him allright!
then next morning
she needed no warning
he wanted the tarps bringing down
I am entitled to my privacy
"I am sorry they are staying"
she really wasn't playing
don't you dare try to threaten me
and if thats the way you treat your wives
then frankly I don't want to see
then when she saw they had
taken one down
she put it back up again
and tied them all down
"Why are you so angry"
was all he could say
your face is not the same
her reply "I am Hot"
his - "dont be that way"
now all they have is a sea of blue
instead of a blue view of me
they don't deserve the light
not in my book
and this book is yours
for free
she tied down the tarps | |
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| Rage
Posted: 4/11/2008 12:35:23 AM | U r such a Qt !
;) , on 1 hand . .
she tied down the tarps
there is never enough insulation,
on the other . . . | |
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| Rage
Posted: 4/11/2008 3:41:37 AM | | Thanks chamelion2 - I see you are not one of the quiet ones! | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Three
Posted: 4/11/2008 4:31:50 AM | Eve was the same age as Madonna. She didn't have the trappings of great wealth behind her but she sure had what counted. She had always taken great care of herself and because, unlike other creatures she did not frequent the beauty parlours, spas, hairdressers etc - she was a mystery to everyone.
She did her own hair, make-up, manicures, pedicures and lavished lots of attention on her skin. She had six wardrobes overflowing with beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories and all purchased with her new career in mind - hey it's pointless having all that stuff with no-where to go to show it off right!! A lot of her gear she bought from charity shops which balanced any guilt she felt about being excessive with shopping.
In fact most of her clothes since a teenager had been purchased from charity shops and they usually seemed to have just what she was looking for. For a while she got away with dressing her kids from the same shops but eventually they only wanted new clothes which was bad news for her. Now and then she treated herself to something new too and she had to admit she did feel better in it. She was not prepared however to lavish huge sums on an item of clothing which can be easily ruined so she still loved to rummage in her favourite shops and she could easily customise stuff as she was a wiz with a sowing machine - one of her other many talents. | |
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| Under her Skin
Posted: 4/14/2008 6:56:54 AM | She thought to herself
as she walked back from the loo
what if I see you
what will we do?
and just as the thought ran through her head
there you were - and no I'm not dead
as she searched his features for recognition
fleeting seconds was all it took
we just looked into each other's eyes
not one word was spoken
then she carried on walking
no turning back for a second look
those seconds said everything
and nothing
he wants to be seen
but he won't give me his heart
cos he loves just being mean
so she left without further ado
but she started to cry when she got home
and again most of the next day
he is really under her skin
in a real and very big way | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Three
Posted: 4/14/2008 7:23:22 AM | She practiced magic when she sang, especially if she had some cleavage on show. She had worked solidly on her singing at home and like the girl with the red dancing shoes she found she couldn't stop, indeed she was unstoppable. Her powers seemed to have increased dramatically as she was assigned security pretty much anywhere that sold booze. She was happy but miserable without the guy who had taken her heart and she couldn't get it back
He is the reason she became a singer as a way of trying to push thoughts of him out of her head, so she fills her head with songs instead and here is the latest addition to the playlist
I figured it out
I was high and low and everything in
Between
I was wicked and wild, baby, you know
What I mean
Till there was you, yeah, you
Something went wrong
I made a deal with the devil for an
Empty i.o.u.
Been to hell and back, but an angel was
Looking through
It was you, yeah, you
Its all because of you
You are the reason
You are the reason I wake up every day
And sleep through the night
You are the reason, the reason
In the middle of the night
Im going down cause I adore you
I want to floor you
Im giving it up
No more running around spinning my
Wheel
You came out of my dream and made it
Real
I know what I feel
Its you
Its all because of you
You are the reason
You are the reason I wake up every day
And sleep through the night
You are the reason, the reason
In the middle of the night
Im going down cause I want you
I want to touch you
I want to floor you
You are the reason, baby
You are the reason
You are the reason I wake up every day
And sleep through the night
You are the reason, the reason | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Three
Posted: 4/15/2008 1:23:32 AM | | In fact virtually every song on her playlist is specifically for him but my good friend Elvis has been helping her out - picking some good stuff that will appeal to a wider audience. She now wants to learn "I will survive" but in Spanish. She is also considering learning how to read music but her head is so full of stuff at the moment we don't want to overload her too much, bless her little cotton white socks. | |
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| The Calling - Chapter Three
Posted: 4/15/2008 12:22:19 PM | | ......... and speaking of white cotton, she is on the lookout for a white catsuit - preferably one covered in rhinestones!!! | |
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| Broken
Posted: 4/19/2008 11:58:28 AM | I dont feel like I am broken
or that I need to be on the mend
I feel that I have improved
by going round the bend
social exclusion
can drive you nuts
but too much information
kicks your neurons butts
and as a point to make
I had to break my voice
to find a lower depth
that enabled a greater range
so I didn't just "fix" my voice
I made it even better
it took pure hard work and dedication
my choice | |
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| Working in miracles
Posted: 4/21/2008 4:35:51 AM | Sunday was a marvellous day
soaking up the sun
the beach attendant
went to great lengths
just to see my bum
working in miracles
saw a friend from high
he asked me where you were
"I don't know", said I
then he tried to pinch my hat
"leave it alone, you are drunk"
I am not having that
then later he asked
if I would like to suck it
"no I wouldn't", said I
I knew he didn't
have a lollipop
and he sure as hell
ain't shy | |
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