A chapter of one’s book comes to a close
Arduous and onerous, exigent
Yet relentless and persistent
Epigrammatic, succinct with abrupt terse as well
With swiftly and briskly
I articulate a clear and still muddy matrix
A whimsical capricious chance of luck and fortune
An assortment of vivid brilliance and lacklustre repetitive humdrum
An ode to swept time here’s the last stop
Full speed ahead to anew pastures of mystery.
Time still has its hold on me.
The sun blazed through a maze of cloud
Golden and radiant the light bulb turned on
Glass sparkled and roads melted a black coal heart
The pulse of life in a pattern of pure glory
It was a splendid, English, summer day
May this wealth of prosper last many a fine day.
i went to birmingham botanical gardens in the hols, here are some of the pics i took.
I am bored.
I implore where has ‘it’ gone?
Is it a place I’ve never been?
Or once been?
Have I ceased to be a human being?
To be just filling a space, a place on a shelf
I am on a shelf, and lost my sell by date.
Have I passed the barrier?
Do I look at a milestone and believe I am it?
Have I driven the last mile long ago? And only just woke up?
Am I old youth or new old?
Do I dwell on the crossroad and want to turn back?
What is done is history past.
Does history ‘repeat’ itself?
Or does the new run over the old.
Is the past dead? Or life anew?
What is now, and do I know you?
Are we friend or foe?
I am not sure if I welcome you, but I know your there.
Written in stone? Perhaps so.
But.
A stone can always be broken.
I hope your cast never grips a hold on me
Or did it happen long ago, me oblivious to thee.
The crossroads are near
And I fear it’s already here.
I was bored.
I wish I still was now
‘Hummm’ ensues…
i have been busy this last week so i thought i’d show you a glimpse of what ive been up to.
here’s some graphics work ive being doing for my botanical gardens question. they are all photocopied works , none were photographed , the black background was produced by leaving the photocopiers lid open,
Twelve circular
Discs of speed and light
Pics of bright green in their flight
Beams of horror peruse the night sky
Hunting in their might
They appear as a dab of light
Circular, spinning, menacing
They mark their victims
Afflicted they run and tell
Only to be marked again in stigma labels
Mad crazy goons.
They saw no fakery they aren’t such fools
They saw blooms of two then four six eight…Twelve.
Twelve hovered in place the aurora of light was immense
Upon hence they descended down,
Spikes of white metal protruded towards the forest floor
A type of landing support perhaps they implore,
But then as suddenly as they had appeared
They moved nervously in place feared
Then in a whisper of light soundless they shot up in flight at the sky,
Few seconds later a typical helicopter was seen flying by the area,
Were the twelve scared of the helicopter? They never found out.
In their desperation to spread the truth to all
They got spat at by rational thought and logic walls
Burning away like an acid at there crazy “UFO experience”
Labelled insane they were out casted from the local village,
Living in defiance and spite they approached the wood every night
To look up and wait but nothing came.
Everything was found and lost in that night they whined
Their plight now to endeavour the mystery for all time for another find.
UFO photo taken near Sheffield 1962
I started out trying to write a poem here, instead I flowed into a recount of an event from the past what’s written is what I saw and felt.
Three o’s and a two
Bagel one
Large marquee with spikes for ears
White yellow
Had plenty of junk mile high.
Diamond football shoe studs display, I think is pathetically class centralised epitome of self indulgent snobbery.
There was a ‘calm’ room where people sat and watched colour projections float around the room, the room a large spherical design echoing the emphasis of tranquillity not sound, it was quiet some would say eerie or dull, but okay for a while of time.
Time moved to another section a large scale replica of a human, idiots that would make sheep look more civilised, entered through the mouth and left somewhere else I don’t remember to be truth, I just remember the entrance the heart and that’s about it, it was a bit rubbish and failed to integrate education with art which I believe was its purpose it was too fake, plastic crap anyone?
Anyway My best experience was my bagel one, I remember the stand it was small and outnumbered by everyone around it yet appealed due to its sense of timing and space, the space around was large and commandeering everyone and everything using the space, then there was this one small stall selling bagels, I had my first bagel that day, I feel happy in the knowledge I discovered it there. Otherwise what an expensive rip off of a celebration. World fair great exhibition 1851 would be appalled at the sub standard.
And now you say?, it still there but empty, last I saw on tv there were twits with model aeroplanes flying about it its vast emptiness, that’s not really worth the money it cost to make it, even so it was the three o’s and a two the place had to make something out of the time. Sigh crazy days. Recession eat your heart out, present will always be a present that past will be remembered for the wrong reasons more so.
Three o’s and a two.
bagel
if you haven’t figured out what I’m rambling about yet, ask, I’ll tell you.
the cherry tree by the front yard is blossoming its a breathtaking sight. heres a close up of it.
cherry blossom
also i took a photo of this daffodil from the garden,
Daffodils
tulips should be out soon =D there my favourite flower, along with forget-me-nots.
rarely people know when pain is about to arrive in my case today i probably know , in about 2 hours when this antiseptic wares off, i just had a tooth out went fairly quick considering,
anyways today is monday heres some things that sum up my day
powerade blue
clear sky
passion flower or 'clear sky' flower im doing botanical gardens as an exam project for graphics atm , so i think this sums up the beaaty in flowers dont you think?
dead tree..
red stairs
sunflower
bad monday ? probably .
