Living is the poem.... M Safka
These words were sang in a song by a very talented and beautiful soul....I named this site after that song because the words of the song epitomise all that poetry is or can be....experiences in the living word.
Shut Down
Did you forget to dream and save it to disc
Did your wise words seem like chaff
Coming off your lips?
Did your noble senses flitter away
With the money on a roulette table?
Did they bore you half to death
With their talk of USB and cable?
Is your temperament temperamental?
When you don`t know where you stand,
From here nothing is making sense
Like spent elastic bands.
Did the lightening strike where you stood?
And engulf you in your site,
As you did another blind search
On the internet at night!
A booking with the strike of keys
And money into play,
You climbed out through your photo suite
And saw the light of day
But someone stole who you are
It seems of you there`s two
There are far too many technologies
Thoughts on idiologies
And way too many apologies
I`m not sorry
When I shut down.
Did your wise words seem like chaff
Coming off your lips?
Did your noble senses flitter away
With the money on a roulette table?
Did they bore you half to death
With their talk of USB and cable?
Is your temperament temperamental?
When you don`t know where you stand,
From here nothing is making sense
Like spent elastic bands.
Did the lightening strike where you stood?
And engulf you in your site,
As you did another blind search
On the internet at night!
A booking with the strike of keys
And money into play,
You climbed out through your photo suite
And saw the light of day
But someone stole who you are
It seems of you there`s two
There are far too many technologies
Thoughts on idiologies
And way too many apologies
I`m not sorry
When I shut down.
Mary
I remember being in the package
Celophane, neatly folded around me,
I suppose I should have been delighted
When that little girl found me.
Well yes I guess I should be more grateful
I might well be lying there still,
Staring at the ceiling
Making myself ill.
But no I was taken, prodded and shaken
Twisted and squeezed
`Mum can I have one of these?`
Does she know I`m a she
Not a thing, she` s just a baby....
I never ever thought she`d save me
But just maybe, treat me nice.
I was under no illusion
After such a brutal intrusion,
Taken from the wrapping
Nearly discarded along with the packing
Did I find it exhilerating
No I found it all quite scarey
Her mother asked what she`d call her
The little girl answered , `Mary`.
So here I am, a doll named Mary
Living along with a little girl `larie`
All delusional, she thinks I`m a fairy
And talks to me like I`m her friend.
But all I want to be, is left quite alone
Not dragged to grannies and then pulled by the leg back home.
She draws on me now and again
Scribble that`s all
Before she had me
She wrote on the wall.
Oh no here she comes
Grabs me by the hair,
Tells me that she loves me
Cradles me into her stare
Then fixes me in a head lock
And does me a right bit of harm
There`s no match for her gentleness
Sweetness and charm.
I know she`s just a baby
And she knows nothing else
But all this is driving me crazy
I must learn self-defence
I remember being in the package
Celophane, neatly folded around me,
I suppose I should have been delighted
When that little girl found me.
Well yes I guess I should be more grateful
I might well be lying there still,
Staring at the ceiling
Making myself ill.
But no I was taken, prodded and shaken
Twisted and squeezed
`Mum can I have one of these?`
Does she know I`m a she
Not a thing, she` s just a baby....
I never ever thought she`d save me
But just maybe, treat me nice.
I was under no illusion
After such a brutal intrusion,
Taken from the wrapping
Nearly discarded along with the packing
Did I find it exhilerating
No I found it all quite scarey
Her mother asked what she`d call her
The little girl answered , `Mary`.
So here I am, a doll named Mary
Living along with a little girl `larie`
All delusional, she thinks I`m a fairy
And talks to me like I`m her friend.
But all I want to be, is left quite alone
Not dragged to grannies and then pulled by the leg back home.
She draws on me now and again
Scribble that`s all
Before she had me
She wrote on the wall.
Oh no here she comes
Grabs me by the hair,
Tells me that she loves me
Cradles me into her stare
Then fixes me in a head lock
And does me a right bit of harm
There`s no match for her gentleness
Sweetness and charm.
I know she`s just a baby
And she knows nothing else
But all this is driving me crazy
I must learn self-defence