#422 - Tchaikovsky’s life, by the critics blighted

 

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Tchaikovsky’s life, by the critics blighted

or

those who do things differently

 

are naturally

puffed at the hilltop

now careering

 

mocked, but what of?

 

those who go down in the dark alone

have found the lovelier light

 

those live the dream

some puff

is theirs the same as weather?

 

here’s the train

who knew

one day would live in this building beside?

someone converted the sea’s roar

and weightless in orbit

up to us

 

so many wish to wipe a smile

come quickly in

trill frippery in the city of bling

 

the remarkable are rarely

kings or queens, tycoons

generals, saints or much medallioned

 

go down forgotten too

ideas all stolen

but someone first felt

they ache like the others in a floruit

 

and brush the tar for feathers yet

sit the night in stocks

 

maligned, the antidote of spite

 

the wordsters, self made of course

those who can imagine themselves

they for the sunshine and sorrows

do they go more deeply down?

 

will they get to choose where they’re stuck?

unaccountable

muck of the regiment

end of a bayonet for the murkwits

 

require the odd and coloured socks

they are the charm keeps off all harm

we are gilding the age as we go 

#421 - come into my pages

 

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come into my pages

 

friends

come into the book

(it is still being written)

 

no need to open

you’re already in

 

we sweat up the work here

we’re working from scratch

 

come into the dream and brightly

it’s all born here

 

take a line by sniff

and follow

fall through

 

am who am

all are

 

and some so hope

remembered to be

 

a kind of music makes me

reminds of a mother’s madness

 

come into my head just now

make Luna Park mouth

and you missed it

 

take in a stray

no, it has you along

gender at a guess

 

in perfect

the round and round head

its avowals

 

operatic and in dirges done

dare I call it a world?

come in

 

my word rots under a tree

it’s actually all decomposition

 

some scared off

still back later

 

from which a mighty pile

 

aliens land, things bubble up

 

just some of these monsters

whom I create

 

a few minute past myself again

come into my whim

and why not (?)

 

window to the heart

stop in my sleep for this

 

so many called and more unbidden

 

all mine the characters

 

a whisper too

lift leg

toodle pip

 

never come too close

they bite

or we have so much hoped

 

punchline, snippet

tricks of light

 

throw pepper to the fire

 

come under my weather

here in the garden

and you’ll be jungle too

 

little radio voices

a zoo of

 

find your own way

here and home

find your own way through

 

beware of where you wish 

#420 - omnipotence

 

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omnipotence

a way of life

 

 

make the weather here

there everywhere

 

day night make

all creatures too

 

everything I say is true

or comes around some day

 

people will do as they’re told

words say what I mean

… intended, hint

have an inkling hunch

 

we go on from there

 

won the jackpot in the pub

I decided to win the world cup

one lottery after another

… such were my prodigious acts of will

I was the greatest rocknroll band in the world

(best voice, licks, most fans… whatever measure I liked)

… to say I was a force of nature was really underegging

 

was Cloud 9 trickster, had monkey magic

cudgeled a couple of

 

words as I have said are gospel

I mean just mine

 

having all the time in the world

living forever’s a piece of cake

 

owning that and the rest besides

sitting on top, you could say

being beside myself, omnipresent they call it

knowing all too

seeing through things

delving over and under and on

as you may imagine

no cup of hemlock for me

(though I have experimented

… with everything of course

… more on the way)

 

I decided all sorts, if I could be bothered --

conjure a breeze, make pace

to be invisible at times

otherwise larger than life

 

I have decided

to move the city

it was in the road

… planets likewise -- my Jupiter view

 

I own everything

you’ll notice this if you check your accounts

(this wasn’t a gradual process)

 

I have decided bigger than my boots

eyes more than my meal

to fly where others crawl

to soar

to have a little paradise

and get above myself

where, what else but…

 

took some celestials off their courses

just for a try-out, you understand

 

like having a watch apart

and anyone can bring it all back
let hours be a day

divided the light

did dark for dreaming

 

decided to call it a kingdom

all my own work, mind you

 

I have decided to think only pleasant thoughts

reform myself

cast all sorts of spell

 

a certain amount of wrath, spite, brimstone

I had some good guesses and now they are facts

 

… if the whole thing were a joke

trick up a punchline

break the news

 

decided to hit a home run

hooped it and potted the black

 

I can make the train come

these days without a ziggurat either

say it was a good sleep and it was

 

everyone wants what I have to offer

 

after a while come to take it for granted

omnipotence - it’s a bloke thing

my way the highway

 

shoosh the room

and hear a pin drop

I just float up the stairs

 

equanani-man-or-mouse - I make up my mind

strike balances

all’s calm

 

today is just one of my birthdays

get always out the right side of the bed

fall on my feet like the cat

 

I - on my own recognizance

(crept from the fine print, changes your tune)

 

they said I’d be trouble

I don’t disappoint -

decided to stop the world

hop on some other whizz-by

I decided - why not -

a comet and icy behind

 

played possum

turned tail

ran rings around

 

earbuds upnose

I flaunted

 

never humble enough

no one is up here

 

I have decided that you will agree

and every day degrade myself

just so you may see

low divinity in action

 

call myself god of it

to be loved

then they will love me

 

but

o is it you’re my reader?

couldn’t shift your stubborn heart

and I never quite got your attention

that just wasn’t in my power

 

#419 - just because

 

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just  because

scherzo, roughing in

 

a fish swam through me

bright hinged and scaled in winks

grim under thunder, roughly tuned

… it was a just and all because

home safe in a house

where none can be heard

and bliss me, who’s the dinner?

I let the light call day

do this in ancients stays and smalls

I lay like an egg, pyjamas, best socks

lion of the golden main here reared

this bird flew through me

made windows wide an elephantery

and castle with my king, not telling

o country matters to us too

come flag a fit for that

you possum up the pole

take a tide with which to lap

and salt it rudely as you may

I had the remote

 turned the town down

because a fish swam through