2007-07-24

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 11:40 am
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subdivisions

we see the house go up just down the street
men work with speed nailing with noisy guns
they laugh and chatter in the morning heat
we see the house go up just down the street

neighbours appear the newcomers to greet
they smile because they know the tale that runs
we see the house go up just down the street
men work with speed nailing with noisy guns

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 11:47 am
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reentrance

this instant greeting
one who comes with no fanfare
pronouncing judgment

who marks the moment
when truth and lie overlap
all now becomes real

diverted from hope
we must be patient with pain
none fails to suffer

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 11:59 am
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what's achieved

all that can grow will thrive and then must fade
the meaning of life's not a thing for sale
it never matters if we win or fail
life will require that living be our trade
the world goes by in one great mad parade
we sit beside the road and sip our ale
not one of us but backward knows the tale
there's no exam and we will get no grade
astonish us by dreaming other ways
to get from a to b without much pause
we will applaud all praising a great story
distracting us from normal weary days
when we are governed by the basest laws
and none of us can hope for fame or glory

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 12:49 pm
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the unknown universe

truth vanishes into some deeper hole
we aren't the ones who need to be complete
victory smells a little like defeat

we navigate towards the stellar pole
not a single bug-eyed monster do we meet
truth vanishes into some deeper hole

in exploration we're blind as a mole
all understanding turns into a treat
for we who never can be swift or fleet
truth vanishes into some deeper hole

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 02:05 pm
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closing the book

all stories end leaving the future blank
each reader shapes their thought into the tale
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

who keeps their money in a secure bank
frets not at all about purchase or sale
all stories end leaving the future blank

i hear the apparatus creak and clank
folk seem to hang upon a rusty nail
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

the world we make's not dull dreary or dank
we are the heroes and we shall not fail
all stories end leaving the future blank

when demons fall into the purging tank
people just stand in silence by the rail
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

the millions seem to pass us rank by rank
safe from the heat and sheltered from the gale
all stories end leaving the future blank
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 02:30 pm
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trade or art

all that is learned the pupils soon forget
eyes on a prize that in the end is naught
the future and the road itself are set
all that is learned the pupils soon forget

those new and brighter worlds are never met
each in the usual trap is bound and caught
all that is learned the pupils soon forget
eyes on a prize that in the end is naught

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 03:10 pm
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evidence of the seen

not every message we receive is true
only the ones that bear your stamp and sign
the ones that carry your presence divine

a million worlds in you are brought to view
your heart responds and echoes unto mine
not every message we receive is true

when we arise we find there's not a clue

to show which one's the best and safest line

nor yet which orders we've got to decline

not every message we receive is true

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-07-24 04:09 pm
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romance

a sort of island rising to the heights
visions of bizarre towers and giant walls
heroes and heroines who set to rights
a sort of island rising to the heights

brilliant illuminated against the nights
the handsome and the gallant line the halls
a sort of island rising to the heights
visions of bizarre towers and giant walls

see coming here the masters of the falls
folk not undreamt but never kept in dream
the ladies curtsy and dream of the balls
see coming here the masters of the falls

the ones who answered the dramatic calls
bow to the ones who truthful judgment deem
see coming here the masters of the falls
folk not undreamt but never kept in dream

the rulers of the world province and theme
speak many tongues and dance to a wild tune
we wonder if things are just as they seem
the rulers of the world province and theme

significance becomes a fighting meme
the sane one stays no wiser than the loon
the rulers of the world province and theme
speak many tongues and dance to a wild tune

ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon
we understand that each one's a great queen
their power's not dissipated at the noon
ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon

we read the message in no script nor rune
yet all know full well just what it must mean
ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon
we understand that each one's a great queen

captains appear the bravest men we've seen
all crowd around them in a brilliant whirl
they're dressed for dance in royal blue and green
captains appear the bravest men we've seen

back in the corner showing patient mien
waits all unheeded a young angry girl
captains appear the bravest men we've seen
all crowd around them in a brilliant whirl

not one of them but would ride down a churl
to trap the fox which then they will not eat
great promises and oaths they easy hurl
not one of them but would ride down a churl

still in her corner playing with a curl
the bravest one of all they will not greet
not one of them but would ride down a churl
to trap the fox which then they will not eat

we know the battle comes and they'll be beat
by heathen folk whose anger's on the rise
we'll see far fewer of those nimble feet
we know the battle comes and they'll be beat

the glorious ones will go down to defeat
we'll see the brilliance depart from their eyes
we know the battle comes and they'll be beat
by heathen folk whose anger's on the rise

still in the shadows there lurks one more wise
who sees the lass and well knows her worth
promising that she'll give all a surprise
still in the shadows there lurks one more wise

one final battle comes for the last prize
and then our bravest girl will find her berth
still in the shadows there lurks one more wise
who sees the lass and well knows her worth

so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth
after the arrows brilliant in their flights
chased the usurpers from our native earth
so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth

but she'll set forth down the long silent firth
to find fresh hope and see more gentle sights
so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth
after the arrows brilliant in their flights