Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Bill My Heated Start
Be Still My Flapping Lips
A noble organ born
From their line perhaps they've wandered
Who know how many lies they've told
How many truths I've squandered
From a place that's never quite inside
Repartee, punning quibbles and quips
To tie in time these spinning lines
Be still my flapping lips
Now quiet they can be compared
With organs more facile and rare
An eye shut well can see tomorrow
With less vocabulary borrowed
This damm'd flood of words and tide
Abides until the arts of skin
Then in touch shall tell this bride
A place of peace, outside of sin
From a silent place abroad I've learned
That the word can earn a man his whips
Ideation spoken brash is burned
Be still my flapping lips
Tick Talk Tick Talk
Conceptual Overlode
Science fiction S.O.S. and current events primer...
Timeships in a field which doesnt kill
Defining the places of safety at will
In arrows born of crop-related code
Lifeboats come to create the roads
Monuments built tell tales of rings
The guarded regions - radiation disease
Force-fields are all sine wave shields
In time the dragon island yields
When space descending modulates
Our world pattern disintegrates
Photos of the circles in order
words are spelt in a lettered border
Nothing matters, not the virus, not the lords
Nor the new creatures, nor the hybrid hordes
Get your genetics in line for the ark
Hurry, cause soon the world is too dark
Cant you see, we've come to warn us
Outside the attention of anthill man
A trip through time, a selective heaven
For an atemporal attention span
Love to a Monkey's World
WHat? I hAvE nO iDeA WhAt HAppeNed
I need this
Three lives away in a bishop's pocket, a little heart-shaped locket...
Her picture was a squint away
From the love that shines as day
Cross legged, prone or on your knees
You aim for nothing, or aim to please
Breathe like a bellows, left and right
Keep your eyes closed til you see the light
Sent the letter hell-bent for leather
Speed grows into a holy tether
Pony express via languaged love
Slave to the starry press above
Deft descent to heaven below
And the word can only grow
From the star she shot to Kings
Electric, now, the song she sings
Skip'd the needle, smok'd the new
It does just what you want it to
Our mothers picture gave it substance
The walls of caves had suffered worse
Mankind leapt from a tree branch stellar
Our monkey world inherits the curse
Adam Chadmon
