Physics

Shades of colour
Fade
Through consciousness

Streams of light
Diffracting
Through glass

But I be Snell
Didn’t think
Of thought

When Newton’s
Prism
Light caught

(chorus)
They say today
Will be a gloomy day
If only as
The clouds are all gray

(But) Why go kill
A sunny disposition
For the sake of
A rainy day?


Shatter white
Light
Into pieces

Roy in the forest
G. Biv in
The desert

Confuse me
To no end
And the physicists smirk

So explain it to me…

(bridge?)
The banised
Colours
Fly and fly

‘Til they reach
The rods and cones
In your eyes

The upside-down
Colour-wheel
Shows

What life is
Like when
The world doesn’t glow

It makes me smile ☺

A Song, Untitled (Drunkeness)

Let's have a drink
Make it pretentious
A glass of brandy
Or port wine

When the cheese
And crackers end
We'll go for something
More divine

Let's have a drink
A shot and chase it
Grab that beer and
Come and dance

Few more of the same
And you're far gone
Enough to tell with
Just a glance

This party's going off
I tell ya
All my friends
Were right

I will never have
More fun than
I'm having
Tonight

Let's have a drink
Love you forevermore
Will I remember this
Tomorrow?

Be sure to send a postcard
From the land
Without sorrow

Let's have a drink
Why's the world spinning?
And can we stop the
Floor moving?

I need to walk
My feet won't move
I need to talk
The words, confused
And now I'm drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Just get me on
The porcelain bus home
Before I pass-

Two of you, I know

Do I know you?

Warm
Familiar surrounds
Remind me

Casting back...

Physical
Similarities fade
Different now

Grow with me?

Come
Close still
Whisper

Where to go?

Be still
Here and there
Fly

For Ash

Fly shooting star
Fly

What is a true
false
Representation of thee?

How often do you fly,
How free
is free?

Move dancer
Move

Be the nimble
sturdy
Dancer, I know you to be

Passion, compassion, focus
You know
the key

Cold fire
Cold

What place does
depression
Hold in your being?

Chilled to the bone, thaw
Seek what
you're seeing

Warm fire
Warm

Blaze hot, inspire
passion
Near and afar

Smile, smile, smile
Fly far
shooting star.

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I really like her new tattoos =]

Barclay Blues (I)

Love, hold me close
Fill my daily dose

With a bluesy tune
Dear, make me swoon

Be my today
And blow me away

Go with my flow
Ever so slow

Sweetheart be mine
Let the grape tell the vine

And you, I'll adore
Forever and evermore

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An example of me writing for the sake of writing. My rhyming couplets never seem to flow...

Styx

Curiously enough, the cemetery backs onto a river. The maps call it "Vicar", after the Vicar John Roberts. He led the first expedition out this way in the 1700s. The cemetery was built four years later. Three men died building the Church; the funeral was held in the only other completed building - the Tavern.

Years ago, before I left, I'd come down here on the weekends and sit by dad's grave, right next to the river. Usually I'd read. Fairytales and mythology mostly. When I was old enough to work, I saved and bought a portable radio. Dad used to take me to sporting matches back in the day; I sat by him later and listened to games being called on my radio.

I used to tell dad that the river should be called the Styx. He would have laughed at that. Kids would even build rafts, in the summer. My friends and I did it, one year when we were old enough to know better. We got to the middle of the river and I stood up and proclaimed that I was Charon, ferryman of the dead, and would be taking a cover charge from all who crossed.

There is a bridge, right on the edge of town. No cover charge, but it's one way, so you have to be watchful. Crossing the river takes you to the highway and eventually to the city. The other way takes you out bush. Well, further out bush. Last time I crossed the bridge out of town, I stopped on the other side. Got a picture, had one last look around, and took off. Had my grand adventure; living in the city, studying, drinking, working, partying. Made it through two degrees and a Masters.

I came back; every change I got to escape the big smoke, I took. Stayed with Mum and visited everyone. Guess it's fitting, this time I'm staying by myself and visiting Mum and Dad.

The town hasn't changed much. Aside from all the solar panels, everything's pretty much the way it was. The whole town still turns out to the cemetery for a funeral. We all still wear black. The closest living relatives still get the first handful of dirt; the first to say goodbye. That dirt's still hard to wash off.

And the river still flows.

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Yay for stories! I had an urge to write something vague and quasi-rambling. Oddly enough, I had every intention of going into more detail, but it didn't seem to need it.

Playlist on Shuffle

Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

You pretty tune
Swing me this way and that

Slink
Bassline
Slink

Be pretty cheeky
Tease me here and there

Hurry
Hurry
Hurry

Frantic pretty guitar
Shake me, wake me, take me

Buzz
Buzz
Buzz

Dirty pretty electric
Harmonise me a moonwalk

Bang
Bang
Bang

Strong pretty drum
Pressure me to birth a bassline

Chill
Chill
Chill

My pretty Superhero
Wonder me a world of Love

Dance
Dance
Dance

Pretty Emo kid
At least we have the Music

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I was listening to music whilst thinking of what to write, and behold the result! Pretty much wrote a snapshot feel of a few songs.

Offspring: Why don't you get a job?
Dresden Dolls: Mandy goes to med school
System of a Down: Chop suey
FOB&JM: Beat it
Paramore: Born for this
Matchbox20: Real world
FOB: Dance dance (demo) <= yeah Helenabear, with the subliminal verse.

A day to See

St Barnabas Church Sign:

"Jesus kicks the Hell out of Death."

:)

Pink Hummerzine:

Driven by buff man with platinum blonde hair, wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt and shiny, metallic gray pants.
Not sure if the Audi in front had anything to do with it, but they pulled up at roughly the same time.

Priest:

On the platform at Town Hall station. Wearing long black robes, complete with collar. Late 20s-30s? Short reddish/brownish hair and glasses. Backpack.

Nokia Ad:

Featuring Lady GaGa with a black lightning bolt on her right cheek.
(Helenabear, Lady GaGa opening for the Pussycat Dolls this May.)

Tara Close:

Street sign between Yennora and Fairfield stations, near an electrical substation. Not the first time I've seen it.
Conjures images of Buffy characters and fanfiction.

Mandy Goes to Med School:

Could you imagine doing a slow rhythm to this song?

Scooter:

Young guy smoking whilst on a (foot-powered) scooter. Wtf?

Manning, level 1

Today I find myself at Manning. Nothing unusual about that; Manning houses my peeps. The class schedules of all of my other friends dictate that I have no one to hang out with at these times, so I find people. People from Sutekh.

Not that this is a great time or place to expound on the virtues of Sutekh (many though they are). That I save for another day, another time, poetically.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm bored. I brought my laptop to uni so I could check my emails without having to deal with uni computer labs and the likelihood that there will be no computers available for use. So I'm here, blogging and applying for jobs on seek, doing my darndest not to go read fanfiction, mainly because TwoBeard next to me will laugh himself to pieces if he finds out.

Helena, how do you find me all of these jobs??? The nine or so that you linked me to last week I had to abandon in the face of cataclysmic internet stuff-ups, and now I can't find any worth applying for. I have actually applied for a couple of desk jobs, which is better than I was doing before. Perhaps a look through Woolies again? We'll see...

Maybe I will get onto the fanfction when we move up to the bar area.

Ballroom

March on.

Step,
A step,
And a step.

A group in pose
Awaiting
The first Note.

Keep time for me.

Beat,
A beat,
And a beat.

Lose me in
The Music
Take me there.

Opponents watching.

Look,
A look,
And a look.

Duplicity rife
Tell me more
Tell me Lies.

Move me

Feel,
A feeling,
And a feeling.

Swell music
Taper
Rest in stasis.

March off.

Competitive Dance

Dances
And Dancers
Take to the floor.

Dancing
And Prancing
A few beats more.

Formal
Gaudy Attire
Quick change and change.

First
Second Place
Dancers engage.

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This I wrote at a competition a few weeks ago. I seem to enjoy writing about sport...

The Seat

There's a seat on this train. Mid-way along the carriage it sits. Alone. The only unoccupied seat left, yet still alone. Why does no-one take this seat?

Might it be deformed, dismembered, disfigured in some way? A great long gash in it's side, innards flowing out. Deflated, dying, dust.

Might there be a foreign body perched atop it? A piece of trash, yesterday's news, a discarded piece of nothing. Devastating, isolating, intimidating.

Might it host an unmovable guest? A drink, a meal, or remnants thereof. Disgusting, disturbing, depraved.

Sit tight little seat. Have hope. Perchance next station, you'll be lonely not?

Musings@Manning (I)

Friend,
Be my friend.

Fiend,
To the end.

Soft,
Speak so now.

Friend,
Ask me how.

You,
One to hold.

Me,
I be bold.

For friend,
Be my friend.

From now,
To the end.

An Extract from my Pretty Recycled Paper Notebook

14th Feb 2008
10:45am

Dearest Jonas,

I feel almost completely at peace. 2008 was a better year than I could have hoped for. The one downside was that too many of the oldest generation left us.

Now, the first of the next generation has gone.

Yesterday we buried Francis Johnson. He was a cousin by marriage and a jovial addition to the DiCello family. Everyone knew him, or at least knew of him.

He died of a heart attack last week, four hours after a stress test told him his heart was doing fine, better than ever even.

I didn't really know him. Mum said it would be really nice if I went to his funeral and I agreed. So yesterday found me at a Forest Lawn Cemetery Chapel, listening to people speak about him. The effect he had on the family was too great for words. I cried, simply because a man who brought great joy to so many people has been lost. His eldest niece read a poem she'd written (there wasn't much age difference between the two). I cried hardest then.

One of his friends said, "Logically, we are born to die."

Logically, we are born to live. We live to die. Are we born to die?

Existentially, yes, I suppose that is true.

Realistically?

Francis has shown that life isn't measured by death. The memories of him are memories of life.

Logically, we are born to live.

Happy Valentine's Jonas.

All my love,
Saricella

11am

Dive

To Helena,

An insight into my mindset at some point during yr12. I hope you find it interesting :)

Much love,
Saricella

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In an ocean of possibility,
Thirty, Forty, Fifty
Swim relentless
Against the tide
or with it
Flailing drown
or Stroke Perfection.

And in this ocean
Shallow clear
Deep potential,
I float.

Others dive into the deep,
The highest honour awaits them there.

Whilst I am stuck
Paralysis my house guest,
Never diving deeply,
My puppet strings pulling me to the surface
Then forcing me under.

And as I drown I do not sink,
Yet float,
Remaining forever my shallow self.

The North Tower (a Wzrd Rock song)

Tall and
Dark and
Lean
You stand

The scene
Of Dark
Horrible
Acts

You hold
A secret
In your
Depths

The likes
Of which
No one
Has met

(Chorus)
Tower over us
Forevermore
Let no one let you go
Or let you fall
Tower over us
Our North-most
Sentinel

I still remember your
Dark dark halls
Spiral staircases aplenty
Concave walls

Divination: Tea leaves
Orbs and stifling heat
How many true Seers
Did you meet?

The stairs go higher
Higher and higher
The stairs go higher
Higher and higher
(blah, etc)
Til I stand and watch
The sunrise from
Your turrets

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Yeah, so delving into Wizard Rock here. I wrote this on Boxing Day last year, before the Monster Trucks started :)