Art understands how sadness and remorse can give you depth and character.
Thomas Moore
Monday, June 27, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
Self-induced Crises
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Marianna. A poem by Beck and Zoe
Oh Marianna, she has gone away.
Zoe and Beck, they have had to stay.
Oh it wasn't such a fun game meiow meiow meiow
Waving goodbye to the aeroplane meiow meiow meiow
Saying goodbye to Marianna.
Zoe and Beck, they can get pretty sad.
Visitors have come and that made them glad.
But no one does the dishes meiow meiow meiow
Or clean up little spillages meiow meiow meiow
Or makes them coffee in the morning.
Oh Ollie, he has come to visit.
He joins Beck for a hot chocolate.
But his visits are all too brief meiow meiow meiow
And soon he has to leave meiow meiow meiow
Leaving Zoe and Beck alone.
They are counting down the days to go.
Being so lonely only makes it slow.
Oh they hope she bring them pressies meiow meiow meiow
For being such a meanie meiow meiow meiow
And going away for such a long time.
Life goes on, and Marianna is having fun.
Tripping round Europe, visiting everyone.
Practicing Swedish to her 'family' meiow meiow meiow
Visiting friends in the 'Switzy' meiow meiow meiow
But please come back to us Marianna!
Zoe and Beck, they have had to stay.
Oh it wasn't such a fun game meiow meiow meiow
Waving goodbye to the aeroplane meiow meiow meiow
Saying goodbye to Marianna.
Zoe and Beck, they can get pretty sad.
Visitors have come and that made them glad.
But no one does the dishes meiow meiow meiow
Or clean up little spillages meiow meiow meiow
Or makes them coffee in the morning.
Oh Ollie, he has come to visit.
He joins Beck for a hot chocolate.
But his visits are all too brief meiow meiow meiow
And soon he has to leave meiow meiow meiow
Leaving Zoe and Beck alone.
They are counting down the days to go.
Being so lonely only makes it slow.
Oh they hope she bring them pressies meiow meiow meiow
For being such a meanie meiow meiow meiow
And going away for such a long time.
Life goes on, and Marianna is having fun.
Tripping round Europe, visiting everyone.
Practicing Swedish to her 'family' meiow meiow meiow
Visiting friends in the 'Switzy' meiow meiow meiow
But please come back to us Marianna!
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Isn't that just life?
I sit now at the beach.
Delirious with the sea air.
The sound of the waves roaring in my ears, forcing me to concentrate while trying to pry thoughts out of my consciousness.
My eyes sting from the cold salty air but the breeze is gentle and forgiving. The waves, however, are relentless.
The light is fading as I fruitlessly search out any sign of the South Island.
Nothing.
The clouds are becoming pink as I am suddenly all too aware of the smell of dog shit that now resides on the bottom of my shoe.
Delirious with the sea air.
The sound of the waves roaring in my ears, forcing me to concentrate while trying to pry thoughts out of my consciousness.
My eyes sting from the cold salty air but the breeze is gentle and forgiving. The waves, however, are relentless.
The light is fading as I fruitlessly search out any sign of the South Island.
Nothing.
The clouds are becoming pink as I am suddenly all too aware of the smell of dog shit that now resides on the bottom of my shoe.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Caterpillar Girl
Flicka flicka flicka
Here you are
Cata cata cata
Caterpillar girl
Flowing in
And filling up my hopeless heart
Oh never never go
Dust my lemon lies
With powder pink and sweet
The day I stop
Is the day you change
And fly away from me
You flicker
And you're beautiful
You glow inside my head
You hold me hynotized
I'm mesmerized
Your flames
The flames that kiss me dead
Here you are
Cata cata cata
Caterpillar girl
Flowing in
And filling up my hopeless heart
Oh never never go
Dust my lemon lies
With powder pink and sweet
The day I stop
Is the day you change
And fly away from me
You flicker
And you're beautiful
You glow inside my head
You hold me hynotized
I'm mesmerized
Your flames
The flames that kiss me dead
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