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A Trump and a Tiger

 

Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

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A trump and a tiger

Went down to the water

Playing together

Friends for ever

For ever and ever

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Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

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Trump only likes spikey water

So tiger jumps in first

Orange bubbles up trumps nose

Laughing and splashing

Friends together for ever and ever

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Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

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Trump and a tiger

Get out of the water

Trump blows tigers fur dry

All fluffy and clean

Friends cosy together

For ever and ever

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Deep in a jungle

High up in the clouds

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Posted by on December 23, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Hypnotised

Sailin’ away away far far away
Blown by harmonies
From love songs to loneliness
Mesmerized by the beat on the bow
of the slow march of times tide
The night, hypnotised,
Starry eyed and drugged
The pulse pulse pulse
As we push push push
Into the oncoming wind
Lean
To its change
Capsize and watch the horizon verticalise.

 
 

Protest Song

I wish everyone would just behave
Then I could go back to writing love songs
Like I just don’t care
Instead of protest songs
More protest songs,
To prove I am not complicit
Or whatever it is that compels me
To contribute
In a positive and constructive way
To society.

I wish everyone would just behave
Then I could go crazy in love songs
A riot of emotion
A revolution of the heart
An insurgence of romance
A coup d’état of coo ca choo.

 
 

Increasingly Difficult Dark Clichés

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
Even in this city
To sit in the sun
As it dips
And lowers
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
To sit in the sun
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
This city sets at dawn
Blinded, oblivious
Eyes drawn down
Solitary light like an echo of a distant sound
And other dark clichés

I just want to sit in sun light
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Only vigilant of phosphenes
Solitary, distant
And other increasingly difficult dark clichés.

 
 

For a Life Well Lived

Fill your life with love
Let it seep into all the pores
You have a capacity for more, always.
And for a life well lived, an exploration of these:

The nooks, the crannies
The void, the abyss
Exploration of these
For a life well lived.

Hard-hat, torch, climbing rope, compass, comfortable shoes,
Or on your knees,
With Dogma as a guide to where to step off
And love in your heart you will never be lost.

To roll over or rebel
Consume or expel
Embrace or make haste
Fuck or be damned

For a life well lived
Exploration of these
For a life well lived
Thorough exploration of these.

 
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Posted by on September 13, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Listening to the Stars

Youth, when songs rained like carnival confetti
Reaching to touch as many as on me
To release their concealed joy
Each and every one
Held an answer
Made a promise
Began a journey.

Now I look to one distant constellation
On a cosmic stave
A chorus contorting to the shape of my path
Arpeggio moments
Their light has just reached me
Like hearing for the first time
Like listening.

 
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Posted by on September 1, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Faith

My heart is full
But logic won’t let me entertain
Faith

My heart is bursting
Even though love has been commandeered
And regulated

My heart is blossoming
Regardless of a cabal
And tiny preconceptions

My heart is entire
Infinite, unmappable
Comprehensive

My heart is all –
That catches my eye, that catches my breath,
that fills me with wonder and leaves me agog
My heart is all –
That breaths and gleams, whistles sings chirps and
blows large from the depths to the twinkling, effervescent and radiant
My heart is literally protons neutrons electrons,
and all that happens outside the spectrum,
and the dream, especially the dream.

My heart is full
And even though I know why
I still cannot indulge.