A lifetime.

There are 12 months a year
30 days a month
7 days a week
24 hours a day
60 minutes an hour

but only one like you in a lifetime.

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Inuit soliloquy

This was the first song of the morning – well it’s not a song. I have no idea how it ended up with my mp3’s but it was a cool way to start the morning none the less. It’s actually a piece from a tv show due south – it’s a show that had a serious amount of cool music in. Ive categorised this as poetry – it has some beautiful imagery – enjoy.

Happy Valentines Day – a love story in reverse

Its valentines day and this poem just popped into my head… I know its not romantic but i figured not being romantic is also a romantic topic for “VD”. Please note – it popped into my head im not digging at anyone.

Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put cunt in Scunthorpe
Put the Pain in Spain
Happy days are gone again
And your the one i blame

You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here… wear this polythene bag.

You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale… Grimm!

People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.

Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race

You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide…
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.

I hear your knock upon my door,
I gotta get out of town, i hit the lights,
I hit the floor, i turn the TV down

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can…
TWAT.

The root of three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Monte Castello

Had to translate this from portuguese – its a very old originally from a poet Luís de Camões – Its a testomony to the fact that over the centuries love has been constant. Im not sure this is the original text.

Even if i spoke the language of the humans
And spoke the language of the angels
I would be nothing without love

It is only love, it is only love
That knows what is true
The love is good, does not want the evil
Does not feel jealous or proud.

Love is fire that burns without showing
Its wound that hurts without feeling
Its an unhappy contentment
Its pain that does not hurt

It is unwanted, more than caring
It is lonely to walk between us
It is not content of contentment
It is care that you win when losing

It is being willingly tied
it is to serve the one who wins, the winner
it is to deal with loyalty with the one who kills us
The same love is so much the contrary of it

I am awake and everybody sleeps
Now i partially see
but then we will see face to face

Its only love, its only love
that knows what is true

Even if i spoke the language of the humans
And spoke the language of the angels
I would be nothing without love

Kubla Khan

 This is my favorite poem in the world; entitled kubla khan it was written by samuel L cooleridge in 1797. I think the imagery is beautiful within it and its said that its his vision of paradise, and that he was going mad as he wrote it. He also wrote rime of the ancient mariner which i believe was made famous by iron maiden!

So heres the poem:

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

… the english is quite hard i know. but i think the imagery is beautiful and whenever i recite it i end up saying it faster and faster as i get caught in the emotion of it.

Its just awesome i think.

Things just popping into my mind

If you work hard and do your best

You’ll get the sack like all the rest

but if you laze and mess about

youll live to see the job right out

the work is hard, the pay is small

so take your time and sod them all

or on your gravestone neatly laquered

these 3 words: Just bleeding knackered.

…. i read that on the wall of a dentists surgery when i was 9. it stuck in my mind and popped back in there this morning. it was on a photocopied sheet of paper. Remember that? when people would photocopy jokes because the internet hadnt been invented yet?

Other signs of growing old include

  • Remembering what a “record player” is.
  • Remembering life before the internet.
  • Remembering telephones with a dial on them
  • Life before mobile phones (remember phone boxes?)
  • Remembering when a fast modem was 9600baud (as opposed to 2400)
  • Remembering when computers only had 20k of memory and hard drives were 20mb.

…there was life before the internet – its just nobody was able to blog about it. Technology has moved at such a pace. i remember reading an article once that said if the car industry moved as fast as the computer industry we would have cars that could fly to the moon.

That also kind of reminded me of teleportation – the fact that the ability to teleport an object from one place to another exists but is not yet feasable because of data storage. To store the atomic layout of an orange would require you to have a pile of cds which was 1km x 1km x 1km in size. when you start to see the progression we are making in sub atomic computing and the way harddrives are scaling down – that may not be too far down the road. Of course they have other issues to solve – i mean if you store a pattern of an atom thats not enough – when your putting it back together you need to know how fast its vibrating, which direction and replicate all of that, and living objects also have minds, electrical impulses etc…. so they wont solve all those problems any time soon. Then of course you have a ethical dillema – something like that could be soo easily abused or applied to other uses… I could use it to make a 3d real time photocopy of a stack of gems or gold….could destroy the world economy overnight. i could invade france with 100 million copies of myself (not that i could ever get one copy of me to listen). Ok, maybe they arent things i would actually do but the potential is endless. Hehehe, sometimes i wish i was evil, i could have so much fun! (joke)

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