17/6/92
- after phone call to parents
after completion of The Snow Leopard
after a day by Rose's pool
after news of Bret's death.
I look at your face
through
it's paint I see
but
I'm sure your there
under your hair
I see your eyes
black as balls,
close to sleep,
you tell me
straight
get amongst it,
oh.
it's great.
The road twists
Like the life of the eagle
Your soar
Sometimes float
And will certainly
Dream about another
Like Life
As you pass the farmhouse
As you pass the farmhouse
As you pass the rocky skill
Or the willows weeping
Across the plain
Between the properties
Where the goblins roam
Paddocks sway with hilly glee
As the robin plays
In the eucalypt tree
life Like
It marks it's way
Be it nomadic
Like the eagle
Like the goblin
As the road twists
Through the cemetery
where the skulls
are seen
Life like
Amongst the dirt.
The carpet moves my legs
as i wander through the house
the mind is alive with sight
Which is set within the stage
Through moving from set to set
Whenever.
Now,
I play within the field
With goblins and skulls
As eagles dive
Down
Too
The bottom
To leave this stage
Just in time
Not a hair in it
The piles shift
I quake within
The stomach aches
with an acidic burn
To settle again in another land
where the green fields meander
where the tiles glow
give dimension
essence
and Life
Thank you.
The kitten seems to sum it up:-
It wanders the pavement
Looking
From side to side
Not sure from which direction
It needs to hide
Onwards it journeys
Seeming to be aimless
And now it's gone.
Why it goes there
Is not my concern
Though I do wonder
How it got there.
Be there where.
The man kicks the gas container along the Median's main thoroughfare, it rolls along wakes those in it's way for on it travels, until, wait, an on coming car. Though for some fait of the land the metallic object seems to comprehend the pending danger and rolls to the right enabling the vehicle safe passage, prior to another boot from the owner.
Sunday, I know that, I have headed back in o town, what to do but sit in a cage and spend the hours watching the light fade I do not know but in a city where dead cats lie on the pavement next to trucks where the buses can not move because the doors want close where the touching of skin can offer affection or effect the mind like the ignition of the match of who knows what in the city where people live love hate and animals live love hate like humans as the flies generate the clearing breeze while streets of cars move between the people who sit to watch and comment on the change of the game that takes place on the seats board as the grandstand expands like the city on the continuance of time whist the leaves offer respite for the eyes from the repetition of gray life that melds with the gray attitude that seems to be like the halo that hovers above where ever whilst all as the lights contemplate operation in the fading sunlight's that penetrates all within old and new but not the clean as the dust which was not yesterday is today for the sands from the desert come whichever way the winds blow for the trees have a date with creation like dead lives due to life we will operate and function consider and wander pages of paper with light and thought to get an empty pen with a clear mind as the ball gets kicked from block to boot enabling the wearing of skin to toughen for the body's preparation of the minds as the sun moves through the final phase the stick is obtained to push the top as the body seeps bends and eventually the sun sets to the lamp light.
The funeral was observed on the television by those in the cafe on the boarder within Morocco, they laugh and smile to the Bom Shiver as the Algerians are content that they are closer to an Islamic state, though that will not answer the economic problems that riddle the system. So one man dies, to be replaced by another that within a year will fall to the spell of the systems power that comes from a hierarchy that has established practices that police, military, education departments have constructed, utilised and functioned within since Independence was obtained in 1962, after one and a half million Algerians were killed.
Many desire this dedication, loyalty, spirit for country to spread throughout their world to enable a system to operate independently of others, away from the Western influences of America, England, and France who corrupt the minds bodies and souls of the Islamic nations of Algeria and (there is an order: Iraq Iran Algeria Turkey Tunisia Morocco Java => know) Cuba?
this is possible but a reality that will hopefully not reach fruition because otherwise the world really is divided both religiously and consequently politically due to the Islamic powers being political, and also economically which would lead to the inefficient allocation of resources because efficiency of scale would not exist because there would be no monopolies - electricity - gas/oil/coal/water => natural monopolies, so resources would be wanted in the processes that become duplicated. There would also be wastage because there would be production of some goods that would normally not be viable but are still demanded and Demand & Supply not being dictated by one world market but by two would generate inefficiencies, wastage and social problems due to a comparison of systems (and achievements/chattels).
When all is equal social problems disintegrate because there can be no comparison that leads to a hatred based on anything but emotional jealousy which is an individual inefficiency created from an uneducated mind.
So where there is one system of education equality is created and the individuals achievements are resultant to the efforts placed within the life lived.
This is utopia
one rules their future
one is responsible for their destiny
one has only oneself to blame
=> but due to the species being not of mechanical or computational operation things will either be unjust to start off: - one arm/one leg => need for a social system
and things will constantly need adjustment due to progress of the mental understanding of life's offerings => natural selection
internal failings => adjustment required/systems in place - checks & balances
: the boat from the Mediterranean comes in
so help is required / later / fishermen.
I not aware of too many things
if you know what I mean
if you know what I mean
if you know what I mean
Phil is the talk cer box
Rel put a smile on a dag
Rel put a smile on a dag
Rel put a smile on a dag
S in the should on water
so fore I get to deep
so fore I get to deep
so fore I get to deep
...
if you know what i mean
slow me in the shallow water
before i get to deep
before I get too deep
what I am is what I am
and what you are is what you are
I say
I say
I say
I do ...
village idiot
brain dead
you've got a lot of living to do without
Life
where are you
know
sunshine's at the sky
glisten in the
sparkled
twinkled
eyes all day
air of Dec
sware it reign that way
where are you
where are you now
say it Moon shadow
Be yourself again
Be what you were
what you were
what you were
You'll never be what you were
You'll never be what you were
looks
act
feel the same way
far away place
looks like you
do you wonder where you are
distant country
wheels keeps on turning
nothing distant the way it goes around
thoughst in another bed
sleeping in another
forces
live death
like
wheels
maybe you ride a different wave
catch different rays of sun
just began to question
back & forth
around again
around again
and again
nothing dist the way it goes around
nothing
the wheel keeps on turning &
nothing
banck & ... around again
missed
me I am a body of friends
we notice you don't come around
I think it depends on you
I quit I give up
it seems like nothings good enough
for anybody it seems.
I by myself
by
alone
everything is temporary anyway
that means you & I
I quit
I give up
... nothing
me I'm a body
notice you me many things
way out of this there's
out of this mess
being inside
turn around put each other down
there's a way out of this ...
this mess deep inside
being inside
close the door & open your a ...
mind
she
smiles at her reflection in a spoon
needs
sees herself in ever
you can't judge her for that
she knows where her head is at
she's laughed upon you
laced
shore
better to the sky
bad
look
you
judged
heads
judge
head
da da da lieee....
moves in simple curves
talks simple words
sing love with her
judge/head judge head
you call her home
and you want to move it
home is not a house
not enough
call home
sweet
sweet
home
la ...
Are ya bad
rude
cry
don't you want to talk
about it
but of company
did you ad day
don't tell me nothing I don't want to know
nothing I hate more
nothing
nothing keeps me up at night
nothing can
cause a great big fight
how what the
what rang
don't tell me nothing
there's no ...
toss & turn over
nothing can cause
a great big fight
Hey
talk to me
are you feeling blue
blue
hey
don't
don't
I don't want to know
picturing
your head
picturing
falling down
brown eyes
I want to be with you
know
spiritual
magnetism
breaths
through lonely
trees
quiet breeze
right now you
right now ...
I'm picturing you
now
your heat is mine
with me
want to know
feel
be right
now
do you know how it feels
hard to write the words let alone being the voices
even if it is not the singing of Hassam
be it in the English voice or the chips or the foreign voices and the movement of chairs ...
keep coming back
negative space
motion
follow
who doesn't lead
the way
positively
every thing
do
you
if my heart is with you I can miss you
Bomb Shiver
Beach
Boat
Fish to eat
Veges
To be for days
By the beach
Be there sun
And fun
Wind
Waves
And beach
Run
More sun
Bomb Shiver
To the cafe
Mint
Tea
Bomb Shiver
Where the river flows
Green hats wander dunes
By the mint cafe
Bomb Shiver
Bomb Shiver
Things are getting distant
as in getting, or would more logically be
deep inside
problems behind
where the words
come from
open mind
story or stop
noise of waves
as the glass tingles to the spoon
the whistle speeds
through the air
reflection on the spoons
magazine
read the words for where the head is the getting off when where the should of the latin femme on the T-Shirt of the laughter ioz form of the ancient Sancology of make it believe what who knows is the spoon of the music as wander to parks mountains boom sweet home lalalalalalalala run wander parade for summer to the glow I shiver
comprehension is minimal
not only due to my inability to write
especially when the page is resting on
and my ability to produce a sentence of
nothing can cause a great big fight
so it all just seems to come out until
shiver on the words
of the song comes the request which I have already undertaken
please can you change change what was that I wanted to do
who
godimstupid
I think that today is Friday, maybe ever the 4th of July, American Independence Day, I do believe, birthday of brother David, (be it French), and I'm sure numerous others, as it will be the death of many, but most of this will have no effect in the resort town of Saadia where the Moroccans lie on the beach to take in the sun pass the hours with the ball and look forward to normality when departure is undertaken. The journey is desired as nothing goes on here and what does is not particularly stimulating though to sleep with the fishermen has been interesting, for three nights and now it is time to put Algeria out of sight as it is with out of mind for now the road to Barcelona is near the completion of North Africa must be undertaken properly with play surf and mountains. Skiing! Yet to buy the map, so who knows where.
The music blares on s the muscled me offer their bodies to the sun which blasts down upon the bare earth. Exposure is all the masculine attributes as the females wander under the cloth, hibernate in the house, and shop together
"there's the bus"
As I thought, It's Saturday, the sun has set the pockets are lined the stomach is full the bag is well prepared and on the rail to Marrakech I am after relieved Hassam of his duties with 100 Dhrm. Not too bad.
Over the shoulder come the eyes of an individual that is a particularly interested person of youth that desires to be everywhere that can be all the time to enable knowledge to be at its maximum whilst doing everything all the time cut the door the voices flow of others interested that can't be told of all that should be said but to tell some is worthwhile but to ... bomb shiver
train I would hazard to guess
no it's not
eyes over the shoulder
=>
?
Cascades Omar / friend / Germans
=> locals & lift back
problem in taxi: 10 no 30 - they will always try
hash opium
children fighting
- on the hill in the hay with the prongs on the street crushing legs
- nothing unusual
for the amount of poverty & financial diversity the social seems to operate without too much hatred, ill will; 2.55 to give to the poor - Islam / Koran - so he (watchman) said
the police let everything go
=> drugged society - hash ...
=> happiness - fake reality ...
=> poverty ...
here my life is unfortunate - english allows me to communicate but only just
- so conversation hits the basic level and then their story must be repeated, and the basics are always the same / similar, so conversation is not able to be entertained.
though Omar
NZ girl
the position is taken, the 10pm, the belts in hand, his neighbor has some shirts, conversation is the main occupation as the families that wander past, smallest children in arms, it's holidays, though any difference is a thought, observe but purchase not. The evening ritual is the vision, the entertainment that must be consumed to prepare the mind for a restful sleep, and out of the house it must be because they are not usually stimulating, physically comfortable, or mentally absorbing as the construction & contents are simply adequate.
Such is life in the - tea & biscuits upstairs with the physics / maths - Arabic, French , English
the pride was the French dictionary - no book or tape recorder and few tapes no posters basics