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Here are four song's told by a fool to a stone....

This one begins

"...hear that child scream..."

A mother begin's.."firework's sing while Dog's Whinge and bark.."

Another.."..There are no demon's in Hell....they are all here...."
The last....:

"HEAR THAT KNOCKING AT THE DOOR!?"....something's stalking YOU...MONSTER....It has come stalking within your chamber and you cannot hide from it....

It can smell the taint of your blood for a million years...

Ant

So tell me

O Great Ones

This is your real world?

A million million lights

tha slave the mind by scientific mesmerism

that dazzlethe eyes of the mind

colours of blue orange brown and  white

any hue you like,any hue you like..

that frid and line and hard steel

the poor

stinking chemist and physicist humour that

poisons the children

and cancers their families..

this is your intelligence...

hollywood lies and  diamonds spinning dazzles...

This is you?

that all's and bricks the land with a lupine howl

randomly...arbitrarily....white on manufactured stone walls..or sand on man-beaten tarmac..

that hunts children.. 

This is you

This is your power?..

that manufactures false glass from false sand...that steals peoples intelligences and then buries them forgotten under stones that lie on salisbury plain or Glastonbury tor

This is you?..

That creates gridlines of unreason....brick and concrete and tarmacadam hells

and creates power from fear stolen from a thousand buried lands...

that neurolinguistically creates slaves by social experiment and manufactured genetics..

This is you?

This is you!

Creepy meme wars Double imagery. Lies Corruption ,Harm Physics used to intimidate and hurt. Modern medievalism , bunch of creepy child burners and monsters. sick. Percy no chins and they're oh so clever science and literary metaphors that rape,burn and maim. Oscillation,vibration,colour spectrum,hollywood camera electrickery. load of wierdoes! oh and the next time some Algernon Nonose tries to look down at me I'll lay down permanently. Oh and memes don't work on me because I'M fucking clever thats why. Ant

....Hidden information so that one kind of man dominates another..

thats nasty..

...call it 'The Nuncio' courtesy of Chairman of the Bored!

SID

Double imagery...perspective(multiple or otherwise)..cubism,yoruban sculpture..Picasso..

...a pair of gloves

grin.

 

 title-'Taliesin and Anubis'..snow and artists  shadow..

Visual poetry.

Hope all are well and studies going well.

Ant

No Puritans..

No Fundamentalists..

Just us!  THIS IS BRITAIN.

hope all are well

Ant.

gotta love the Grail myths.

I've only just got the Fox simile

Anthony..

 

batter my heart,three person'd God....

Hope all are well and studies going well..

Ant.

I dunno why I wrote the heading..its just cos its there...I'm like Dougal from 'Father Ted' see a button,press it(irresistable).

Been reading a lot lately...properly..not just skimming or raiding for images as I normally do.

Love Dickens even more now,at that time during the Industrial revolution,wars etc he must've been seen as some kind of alien..him and his compassion. What a man..

I still don't like metaphors etc its hiding. How are people to learn if meaning is buried so deeply? Ridiculous,mind I suppose stories and poetry would'nt be half as readable

"it was a dark and stormy night adthe wolves were howling and the count said "Sod off Chiltren of zer Night..its freezing and the tea's gone cold....Again!! I'm going in!" end of story.(grin)

 People have it hard,don't they. The world lands on them and they can still come up smiling. Even those who consider themselves the bad guys(too many films) are only bad because of how tough they have it. 

Respect to people Y'all.

Just a riff..

 

The light threads memories

legible in cloud speak.

Songs seeming outlawed in

this place

 a new moon  she has grinned

heartmaker in this sky birth 

breath turned

beauty and light.

Don't know where it was going..but its quite nice is'nt..not my usual dark step.

Thats all your fault OU Genius's..

Ant.

  

 

.Art Y'all...this is an image of my t-Shirt on the bathroom floor...notice the remblance to medieval sculpture

 

 

      Which just goes to show...the whole world's good at art!(grin)

Hope all are well and studies going well.

Ant.

Darkling.

 

In welsh again(my welsh is'nt amazing as I'm self taught so forgive please you Welsh..it is not love that is found lacking but  my stumbling speech)..

 

Again.in the style of

Pre-Raphaelites.Poe,Baudelaire,Lovecraft et al.

 

Darkling.(title)

Darkling

blino o dosturi mor fuan?

Roeddem cynghreiriaid arol

a ydych wedi blino felly o gariad.

 

Ac rydym ffyrdd rhan

yan gwylio am lawenydd daze

y llal yn perthyn i'r nos.

 

A chariad

half(?) breuddwydio,hanner gwallgof

Mae fel mwg do yn ffo

mae'n dissipates

egwyl,

dwy neidr,

unwrithing

dad-ddirwyn

troelli i ffwrd

oddi wrth ei gilydd

dyfflanu...

i gyd wedi torri

gani y anadi

o awyr hanner nos.

(translation)

 

Darkling

weary of pity so soon?

we were allies once

you are tired of love.

 

And we part ways,

one watching for daze delight

the other belonging to the night.

 

and love,

half dreaming,half mad,

is as smoke

becoming fugitive,

dissipates

breaks,

two snakes,

unwrithing,

unwinding,

twisting away from each other,

disappearing..

all broken

by the breath

of midnight air.

 

'So I grew half delirious and quite sick,

And thro' the darkness saw

strange faces grin'

Rossetti,C;

 

I love welsh..its so beautiful and sung is even beautifuller(grin)...therre is nothing like the sound of yn cariad(in love)

Soon I will be in the land of the summer stars(tir o ser haf)

In merlinland(yn cudyll bach tir)

Hope all are well and studies going well

Ant.

I'm Bored!

Mornin' Y'all..hope all are well and studies going well. i'm still studying,still waiting to wander Wales..

Anyway..

meet me by moonlight

and we'll go all of a tale

past old stones and gravestones and cold stones

past the dreamings of walls

and fair near far all under the full moon

and into the gray ones vae.

 

Past the gravestones we'll go

past the strange-sinister secrets they hold

the cracked,the broken,the newly old

Past hawthorn and heather

past the ghosts and the tigers pleasure

into the glimmering dreamtime of the sillery moon we'll go

into phlegethon...past the spectres who bid us back(them burning so cold)

hand in hand we'll go

past the silvery blue trees.we'll go

and down we'll go,winding round and round we'll go

asking the hail mary ones which way to go

into the church pagan places we'll go

and round and down we'll go

past the wyrms we'll go,

past cloacarum,past fox and woldland..and all into

ghostland we'll go..and greet the Elder gods and the newer Gods(Aedis te deum nosco)'

 

And here amongst the stony tribe and always young

We'll dance and drink and sing songs from here on to there

and hiding among gravestonestell of mornings and morningtimes(of greeting them before any other see them)...And we'll speak with the ancient ones and blue ones of times to come,of better times to come....

('and what be her cards you ask?Even these:-

the heart,that doth butcrave more,having fed:

the diamond,Skill'ed to make base seem brave:

the club,for smiting in the dark,

the spade to dig a grave'(Rossetti,D.G)

 

itsa bit rough but hey,i've only just written it9and idea on the way to the library)..what do you think...