A field in uniform
Two rows of ten
And two colourful shirts
Casual Commanders
And a whistleblower,
The father we hope is fair
The cliche` says a battle
Advance, retreat, spar
And pray for victory
The cavalry draws near
A trampling of hooves heard
On this grassy knoll
Screaming and screaching
The viewing public is indistinguishable
From the cockatoos overhead
Still the play continues.
A brief rest was not enough
To still pounding hearts
A fast pace set
And stumbled over
Brief ecstasy felt in the air
History is written by victors
Yet these records tell no tale
Save a number and a name
Both camps camped
Winners and losers alike in eloquence
Celebrating a game: The Game
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Blackout
We prepare for it
A quite hope rises
Will it come?
Torches at the ready
Matches ready to be lit
The anticipation builds
The crash that exhilirates a nation's fear
Suddenly, the darkness is here
A quite hope rises
Will it come?
Torches at the ready
Matches ready to be lit
The anticipation builds
The crash that exhilirates a nation's fear
Suddenly, the darkness is here
Not yet titled, but we're getting there :)
The first one is a memory
A shock to the system
In a tasty blast of fire
The night begins
The second goes down easier
As do the next couple
By then the world is happy
And you've lost count
This position is confusing
Who enjoys being here?
In a loss of equilibrium
And shaking from the cold
Do you think the drunken sailor
Remembers the first girl
In the last port?
Or this one?
The sickness is increasing
The euphoria deceasing
The more it comes
The less I want
See the boat swaying
But the sailor's not praying
He is out a-laying
The girls one by one
Through the haze I reach you
Foolishly believing
You'll love the fool
The drink brings out
Come a little closer sailor
I've something to whisper to you
Too bad the ambience is loud
I'll have to shout it anyhow
Come a little closer
I've something you need to hold
It's hiding underneath us
Do you get the feeling?
Come even closer
I've something for you to taste
When love has left the room
And sex is all that's left
A shock to the system
In a tasty blast of fire
The night begins
The second goes down easier
As do the next couple
By then the world is happy
And you've lost count
This position is confusing
Who enjoys being here?
In a loss of equilibrium
And shaking from the cold
Do you think the drunken sailor
Remembers the first girl
In the last port?
Or this one?
The sickness is increasing
The euphoria deceasing
The more it comes
The less I want
See the boat swaying
But the sailor's not praying
He is out a-laying
The girls one by one
Through the haze I reach you
Foolishly believing
You'll love the fool
The drink brings out
Come a little closer sailor
I've something to whisper to you
Too bad the ambience is loud
I'll have to shout it anyhow
Come a little closer
I've something you need to hold
It's hiding underneath us
Do you get the feeling?
Come even closer
I've something for you to taste
When love has left the room
And sex is all that's left
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Chemistry
IS
a description of verse
a suggestion of quality
a notation of quantity
to theorise and define
brief organic nomenclature
or analytical calculation
what IS gives way
to what CAN BE
the unknown found
a structure discovered
ideas thought
pen put to paper
lines, shapes and colours
smile as we read
CAN BE
a description of verse
a suggestion of quality
a notation of quantity
to theorise and define
brief organic nomenclature
or analytical calculation
what IS gives way
to what CAN BE
the unknown found
a structure discovered
ideas thought
pen put to paper
lines, shapes and colours
smile as we read
CAN BE
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