Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Well been bad on Santa

Is e here
taking numbers
not ebola virus

nor srirra leone
but haes
is santa
starts witn S.

With broken hand cannot break a twig

Like
that
no time to dive without a
crutch
from sky
to ocean.

Zero seconds
and
loss
of space.

blast and all come at same time
inexplicable fun of numbers

ask
walden
who lives
away
far from violence
in the peace of woods.

They blurt of poison
and venom
which
the woods never need.

Gore is that we crave

Lost or found
ages of lies
and made up truth
tested and half tried
Feb is the date
for
who will
front.

The Fold or the old
leaking
half connect
to lost
the
as
loss of numbers
well
I
take
the least
percentage
and
you take rest.

Rest as no need
and fly
to
M
or
S
where
cares
where  you are.


It the fair loss
of
some
not known
soldiers.









Saturday, December 27, 2014

Already told

Is
the idea of new places
so strange
that
you ignore repeated warnings
and say all is well in the open deep.

That
the act is repeated thrice now
and blame music which thumps to floor
is not new
old
told
revisited
gone again.

unknown

will be that way

Numbers

What is the total
or
a joke with numbers only
written off how many.

Have we done it again

Well
done it again
now wait for
confirmation.

The Air is not Asia
nor
Russia
neither
Ocean.

Sky is free land.

Friday, December 26, 2014

The wine seller

Wine or dine
 ask the Judas
who sells what.

Fine wine
from
here to there.

buy and take
or come from
places
and have it.

sold as douch
or money
come wine from
the
bottles.

Malay duck the flies to down

Yuppie,
that was there
fly high
long lost
not asked
and gone.

xmas is no time
to
ask how flew
the
string.

Long ago
and lost
never flew
or
stood
a
lie
clear/

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

And Santa is deaf dumb.....

The weaver knots his way
to
a place called by nonna
at door
to lift up the xmas spirit

the sant is deaf dumb and blind
how
can
the
spirits leave.

one gone long ages ago
want
to
add another dirty nonna.


soul not destructive
heart pumps till spew blood
a name for your sons
gone
still.

x is want you want
as you drink and eat with
yours
and no answer to
rights.

Dirty nan have ur mas
today.

Put in out

The sky is big
small as a grain
do not try to put it in
cause
the pain is dark.

No putting balls of  Golf
or say
happy mas
to state how short you are
or
not putting it in.

lovely lovely lost missing you where can ya be

The bliss or not
the bed of water
lily of wind
a flower
of fragrance
mine.

lost or never found
only searched
forever.

O Bummer

Sorry but not yet
put
sky
as ocean
 and forgive me if you can
still
looking

and fuelling ships

well do not be hard
still
searching
xmas day.

Hard and dry
top or bottom
at this point we know not where it is.

Shake to try
easy to say no.

Who knows

Well believe in you
and lose
if you
can not tell
what
where
how

though I think when
as
approximation.

When
is glory
of a lost hundred
seeped in flying colors.

Let truth fly

So we evasive from  hard answers
and slide and do it again
such that the Ocean blurs with sky.

That's how much we lie.,
2 hundred something gone but stay still
till
tine loses.

Truth is the old dying
and
the older
dead.

Not random
or silly.

Piece of cake.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Shot from the book

The redo

Dho it or not

The big
bat
come dho it.

1 for the course

Birds sing
a
tune of yore
numbers come later.

Should flexing muscles
foolish
bring down
twin of pairs.

One  other
plays  space so short.

The game is played
on lines
and short spaces.





Saturday, December 13, 2014

Lost

The poetry of tradition
whisper of wind
questions off the radar
search the lie.

Slow is the Anthem

Go slow
so slow
that it slides
on the edge
and nudges the cut of throat
go slow.

Leaves of grass
and heaps of pain.


If i look after you

You will not ditto
hurt and pain what you do to me
and jump out loud like;
he is beaten from the arms
can not fight,so
sleep.

Where is who

Ask maps where
that is.

Find who made the genes
and crack the code
to see where you are.

DNA DNA never to be given twice
special
but not
twice recorded,
one from the stars
and the next for here.

Do not ask

Where one particular kite was lost
a whole heap gone
and lost
do not ask who is where
nor lost when.

Taboo because nobody talks since
the takeoff.

No numbers to mind your numb
of
yore.

Stars are far.

The Blood of Rush

Easy never
prongs of war
shadows
of
decay
and tints
of
horror.

Son
of
God
did you lose us.

Or the shards
of
power
cut us away from you.

Star far away

The duck is a bird and
lives in water.

The Kohinoor was a gem from the
stars.

The pull of a lost cause
mapped one area.

No answers yet.

Battered one reason in on;

death by blood rush.

When the veins hold more bold and even more Oxy
then
Arteries lose direction.

Not a presumption
but
an
toast to time.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Obstinate Literature

Never Ceases
or falters
in search
of
word
the construction of thought
and lies.

The thread of Philosophy
and seep of ocean wild
the sky of escape

The image of representation
across
queer
patterns
filing
sheer
non ideas
and failing to design explanations.

A little duel
in
the
beginning
of
Xmas.

A raw
context
or
ultimate
design.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

WST 02:10 pm

The Awards

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Lobbying from Banks and big Institutions on Four Corners....

....Provoke action from Governments...

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....The Cattle trade....

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Standing ovation,Adele Ferguson.... Dead Masters...

...Peter Greste...

Reading
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The best Interview


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Quote,"...Keep the Faith.."

The awards for Journalism in Australia.

The search

A pattern was set
in the panic flight of the kites,
blue followed by yellow
and pink after green.

Nizam and his coterie of splendid
fellows
gasped as they eyed the lost kites
each one flying away.

It was on
once
the fact was locked
the search it was.

On the bed of the bund
as the Ocean
was far from the palace of reverberating
stony fort of Gollakonda.

The waters were mapped
in the din
as bemused folk
looked to the sky.