Monthly Archives: Jun 2017
Be a bad ass
roll around under grey skies — make out the back of a conservative party littering the sky with trials of rhetoric crass.
This is Glastonbury.
Where would you choose to land for a stay in paradise ?
Choose to land in a vessel with a bunch of optimists — no happy clappers — crossing themselves — for having faith in an ecclesial being.
Cause and effect
Late riser — godspeed little Jahew.
The hare won the final battle — drop a batch of cat nip into that speed walker in denial of its ferocity.
Dandelion mascots roar out visions of men staking out fresh empires.
Peach ,Melba , NICE custard, vanilla —the world we live in is an incovenient truth .
Mirror your actions.
Rebel military children — turn left when the governments urge you to turn to the right.
Enfant terribles flash a revolutionary selfie.
Write a summary of your own investigations.
Be the girl that silenced the world for 5 minutes.
Nebulous globules whitewash by contactless autocratic judgment.
Nixon – made jokes about an assassination.
Impeach my derriere in circular tinned seats — rest will fully for the sign cursive —
at what point did we misunderstand that a squelch is a tall order we’ve asked our hyper sensory earthling dwellers to endure.
Lament for nerves of each slow death of crustacean .
Wilful blindness — what degree of spirit level have you leaned into for crucification ?
Modern times call for a no nail nails celebration
Yellow roses indicate a gesture of friendship without the illusion that life can’t be avoided by sudden pricks.
Little but often — tolerance build up mops up all tears of solo inaction.
It’s not just me syndrome – Abandon the anti virus inoculation .
Germ free assholes plugging open mic for their 5 minutes.
colour of bleach – distress call driven to cling to the skirtboards.
Times picked up a pace
where even physics misunderstands sound waves
not even titled planet’s children’s pleas of ‘when will we get there?’ get’s an echo
unless played in reverse.
Influx of Catholics priests leaving trails of 30 year old pubic hairs
Twisted grey – Sexualised souls.
Perhaps a few of those clams had a chance to spit out a pearl.
The walrus put a stop to that .
Mother nurses her brooding loss over a swim in a tank of gin on the rocks.
7 days it took to rise to this state of rant ism effectual verbalism.
Ginger tea dispelled the myth that my expectations were indeed too great for a scorching third degree inquisition.
Latin languages pour waxen lyrics into my ear—honey orgasms.
dada ism and punk causes vertigo to incite a tremour of silence-
Delirium tilts my glasses askance –
I’m living in world of dirty ole bastards spitting out words that rhyme with a shimmy shammy.
Take me to the broadway headline
“she’s back in business now. “
Malefactions disorders under control not by the kaiser state nor the twelve step oracle of fate.
Sobriety comes from a just say no policy.
Hermits don’t need a chorus of you can do it supporters.
matter over what’s on the mind
Mind over what matters.
we are family.
chanting — watch your latest DNA protege win the race to the finish post with that line in mind
Mystic seance offering continental table wine and loafs of bread of support —
the language of OOK. I cannot support.
Soft ware programmes for orang-utans. –
Let words never lose their meaning
Sometimes we think we want to be understood
but remember how much more fun it is to have a few — put in their unoppressive input.
Sincerely lost all three egos to a winter in Calcutta’s harshest snow.
Climate change —
mood change — the moon has landed-
No body saw the side of Trump the media is willing to show
Messing about with a’ little boy’ – innocently having fun..
No king of the castles and dirty rascals
Competition lay in who laughed the loudest.
A couple of dying stars gave birth to a twin set — millions of light years away
Name requests required to ascertain their current deformity.
Theseus and Selene
Godparents put up a banquet on a strip arrested by brazen lights .
Bring your best boulder and limbo moves — Caesers palace requests a baptism of fire breathing adornments.
There she goes- walking in sharp angles
Anorexic nervosa Dion mustard sings-
all by myself —
stop throwing up regurgitated chunks of emotion.
Men don’t understand the biochemistry off set brewing under three layers of endocrine.
Lunatics stain sheets with blood –
Curly sue inphallicaly dismissed for a promotion to children balloon entertainer on grounds of not measuring up to histories greatest.
Still humming to the blues -all I want is my equality.
Mother Earth – in shah Allah
– poke,me ,turn me , burn me, piss on me, spread faeces-
defacate plastic attacks and call it Art.
The magic money tree belongs in the book of Exodus
A club house anthem – dropped by a basket -case , sudden short-lived career change by MC Moses .
Liar liar — some morals get the thumbs up for their choice in cider.
Live, love – consider the Joshua tree
Crush on Dick in vintage van’s and full Dycke.
supercalafragalistic expealdocious attunes to the one man band who sees the sultry feline in that cat caught on the other side of the brawl – with her weave on AWOL
One painted fingernail cannot make up for not being able to fist with the patriarchy
How low can this weed go?
Look around – inspiration doesn’t fall far from Gayes grapevine .
Are we to trust all we hear via a grapevine or take it as a given that nobody up to any good will walk away unstained –
Indeed feet offend an entire continent predominantly ahead of the pack .
- Stream of consciousness with a few word verifacartion included
Honest and upfront are my greatest assets & flaws. I’ve avoided blogging too much or connecting over the last few months because I’ve been hiding a lot of guilt and shame –
so I’ve been doing some thinking.
No stream of consciousness or poetry in this post…
Are you still with me? haha
I write for myself first and I always will. When I write for an audience I lose my way easily.
Apologies if this is old news to the more evolved spirits reading this. 😁
Daisy has an epiphany.
I’ve been contemplating on the saying ‘dig deep’
if you decide to use this quote to get you through an experience
Do you know why you need to dig deep?
from our conception & birth into this life
From our first breath – we have started to dig our own grave.
We begin to design the layout of where our final resting place or end will be.
It would epic and less stressful if from the moment we are born we knew what we are meant to be doing.
Many people never figure it out or, if they do its too late to ask them if they have for obvious reasons. 😞
Many people decide to choose a saviour either in the form of an icon – a god, a person, goals – money, love, careers, addictions, etc…
We strive to find something to focus all of our seconds, minutes, hours and years blatantly meandering about on this planet.
Be careful who you allow to support you – some people are so busy trying to save everyone else, ( we all do it at some point); we forget our first honour and duty is to save ourselves and know our own purpose.
It’s known in psychobabble terms as the drama triangle.
Most of use tend to flit between three roles -Victim, the dominating in yer face/demanding person or the carer role depending on the situation we are in, people we are around etc.
Many of us go on to have children who rely on us – depend on us to teach them how to navigate their own path – how to create their own resting place – and to be conscious that each action, each decision they make has a hand in determining how they will die.
Teaching others to rely on themselves is a blessing, not a curse.
It is when we are faced with our own reflection, with no other help but to rely on our own resources /skills we collect along our journey in life.
Will we know how we will get to the other side or to our end in this human form.
Some of us end up addicted or come to our end at the hands of illnesses like cancer or dementia, car accidents etc.
Some of us can go out and have a heart attack while having an orgasm. It’s possible
Maybe some of us are unaware that from the moment we are given independent life we are consistently (for better or worse) building our own coffins.
is it fair that we are not told this from our first breathe?
I didn’t make up the rules in life or society.
We -or rather I – can only govern myself and my actions
Choose carefully who you try to help or who you accept help from.
Don’t get mad when people let you down
They are doing what they need to do – following their own purpose.
Some people never find out what their purpose is.
How comfortable and aware of your surrounding do you want to be when you take your last breath in this life.
We create our own Elysium or heaven or utopia even –
sometimes it’s not what we want or expect-
The truth is we won’t know until we are swimming against the tide or even hanging ten and riding the wave.
I do know that I want to be as conscious and aware of my choices, limits when the waves crash.
My personal chosen Gods have always been tangible- in the form of fully crystallised human beings -flawed just like me.
I think I chose human “idols” to put all my faith because I can have a go at someone when “they” 😉 let me down. I want to face my own success and disappointments A-sap .
Patience /Sabili is not a strength of mine.
I need to look at a reflection of myself to determine I exist.
it’s not easy to figure out life- there is probably more evidence for the saying that instead of philosophizing about how to find our purpose i. life- it needs to be lived – consciously and with purpose.
We can live with a purpose not knowing if that purpose is “right “and we can live consciously and not know what our purpose is.
Our Past experiences can help us figure out what tools or resources we need to use if/when we consciously realise
Perhaps I’ve hit the bottom of my pit
How do I bypass this mythical minotaur I’ve read about?
We wonder how we can or even if we can
find strength & savviness to crawl up & out of it to a stable Terre ferme place.
We may wonder if we have the endurance, courage and motivation to get out of coal mine
Whether it’s worth finding a running brook of water to wash the soot from the inside out.
The alternative option is that our final resting place will be exactly where we decide to rest – in this case, the bottom of a pit. State the obvious 😂
It’s our personal responsibility to find (in our finite existence)a place where we feel we have done everything in our power tosit amongst the angels or the gods of Olympus or whatever it is we believe in that will take us through from the beginning to the end. where we can feel at peace with ourselves.
Some of us – most of us never get to that point. Sucks to be us.
I don’t fully believe reincarnation but I am aware that it makes sense our essence/ energy will go someplace else.
Society tells us it’s a selfish idea
‘ look after yourself’.
Human beings are wired to reach out but how we do that and to know our boundaries and the boundaries of others is tricky to balance
boundaries are constantly changing with where we are in our lives, emotionally, physically & mentally.
It’s scary to know we are ultimately alone – only we can change our selves – our emotions – our ideas – our path.
It’s hard not to resent others or life for making us so capable and resilient.
Damn you life! How dare you 😂
It can be easier to choose to not see the bigger plan – this idea that, yes we govern ourselves and we must govern our selves and own our actions and our lives.
We must practice being aware that every action /choice/thought we make – has that butterfly effect –
we cause the ripples of life. We are made up of molecules & atoms. Ie energy
Science has come up with terminology -that can help us understand our position in this world, we make up , what and how much we are capable
How much responsibility we all have.
We are tiny specks in the universe however just one body made up of molecules has a direct consequence on those around us, our environment – one choice word or action could help balance our life conversely it can cause it to topple over.
We have nature to compare ourselves to – A crystallised example of what happens when we fuck up different ecosystems – when we put element somewhere and take out element B from somewhere else.
It’s trial and error.
We repeat – the cycle continues.
I think that the fear of being alone is a lot scarier than actually being alone
When I am alone by choice or because People forget me. I decide
I choose to swim and come up for air.
I realised that I have walked the earth with legs , I’ve flown and seen the world from a bird’s eye perspective.
I’ve also stayed a rather unglamourous mammalian unable to grow wings or a tail to adapt to my surroundings.
I choose to live another day. I don’t know if my choices are right or wrong .
Time is what it is.
People in my life , of my life
I love you but I don’t want to need anyone. My desire is I want people because of the love & joy they bring to my life.
Do I decide to fight the battle every day or fall back into walking state of slumber?
So many people watch and talk about those who they under estimate. By all means watch,
Maybe you will learn how to deal with one or two of your own issues
A perfectly flawed Daisy Willows
I let us down?
Shadows betrayed with a mere glimpse of a frown.
No words can express the guilt dictatorship governing me
It’s not a cop out. I know right from wrong – I know this plea
Manipulations-sucked into the vortex
Epileptic fits, child crying for a place where dinosaurs indeed exist in the mix.
Buying time while losing our minds.
Insanity led me to insist this was the shortest cut to a state of perpetual eutrophic times
Heart attack — Jack missed his usual target in sundry extrapolation.
Too much — too much — afraid to not have enough-
once choice I have to have an abortion
…..or an abortion.
The value of life against a three digit number
is not worth the risk of another loosing sanity – Look at that temper!
Fuelled by selfish, ridiculous acts in percussive persuasion.
Sick of hurting the good ones in the pursuit for a place in time where we are not struck down by our own damnation.
Heightened emotions — rouged the face of her grace .
Head rendered poisoned by the one with the latex face
Queer sighs — teary eyed.
Worth all this anvil chorus shrieking out implacable aural instigation
The fear if a god had its grip on me – I would take the whip out on my vice with attempts of self flagellation.
my soul betrays all sense of balance –
5 years of drudgery for something that has less weight than a heart.
Lost in that maze of procrastination — buying time — throwing out another seasonal line.
Fear – it will run out-plans mystify my usual organised self — maturate until all evidence of ejaculation is collected by its DNA component to outsmart.
Happiness leads to an oasis dried up well —
See that camel over there?
she’s my final hope for a sip of redemption
Unusual for a vegan to murder an animal for a quench of innocence-how far I’ve fallen —
two points away from extinction
Madness runs forever in a contortion
Fucked if I know how to talk sense into a cross eyed mass of exhaustion.
Pillage me for I am running low.
All thought out plans left in the bloodied soulless bodies of Russia’s war in winter snow
Front line-I cower-there is no courage in the how I dished out my packable blow
Left in a quiver — screamed by the knock of confrontation at my door
I do. I do I do..
If not for myself but for the one who I look to
I observe it as one would in a zoo
Meaning to be dutiful
This reflection is the antithesis of beautiful.
How long can love last?
when the tokoloshe is cross examined for its denied attempt at buying its time
or trying to convince that biding echoes are indeed in the indefinite past.