I read a post on Sleepy Eagle’s site tonight titled A Songwriter, a Monster, and a Myth. Sleepy Eagle wrote, “I never really knew the man, all I had to go by were myths and stories passed down by a family that seemed to hate him. He was abusive, unfaithful, drunk, and stoned on some strange combination [...]
The carnage wreaked its vengeance on those they led into war. The dying and dead lay about them and blood flowed over the land. They eyed each other, swords drawn, knowing for one or both this may be the last few moments of existence. One looked around and saw his comrades no more. He realized he forgot why [...]
I live in the north part of North America. The area which “enjoys” a minimum of four months of snow every year and advertises four distinct seasons. The last few years, since I moved back from the temperate climate of Mexico, has been an eye opener. My garden didn’t survive last year and this year [...]
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Yi-Ching’s waking up new camera strollings :.Something is brewing you can sniff it in the air someone is stirring springs squeak their complaints muffled shuffle of slippered feet ancient hollows blackened alcoves palpable fear replete Something is awaking you can feel it in your bones someone is approaching palpable contraction of intestines pangs like hunger tormented imagination imminent destiny convenes Somewhere it’s happening you can sense it through your glands someone is encroaching unfamiliar footwear on the tiles hushed breath [...]
Once sampled the sweet nectar of lexical love rests on the lips as a kiss would oh temptress is she that I can’t resist her clutches she beckons to the lonely wordsmith helplessly lost in the fading twilight and fosters his spirit hence he may spread his wings in glorious soul flight
When will we be ready then? When we’re all siting quietly, cross-legged on the lawn.. Or in front of the telly.. I can imagine… “This is a CNN ‘Breaking News’ event… we go live to Mount Everest where the lord God is due to make a sensational live public appearance.. stay with us.. after a this message [...]
Archive for Tigercity's Growls »A formless puddle Of energy Rippling, softly Here I float Surrounded by Light I swell In rapturous harmony Existential delight ! Must I go ? Must I choose The trauma And heartache Of this Life ? Darkness descends A bloodied womb My cradle The beating heart My only constancy Oh the pain ! I wince My face distorted Squinting at the brightness Reluctantly I emerge Into the cold
Oh Soul so tender
How You flinch at my touch
A purplish glow
Replaces the light
Revealing the bruises
Inflicted by
Life
Why choose this suffering?
Divine creator
of chaos
I cry…
And I plead
Take me back to the beginning
Oh how I yearn to know!
I am willing
Heart wide open
Listening…
Waiting…
For enlightenment
to unfold
stealthily in search of the key we dip into pockets near and far yet to discover the illusive freedom exists within
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Let it all out
It’s easier that way
Don’t wait upon words
That no-one will say
Wasting my time
Counting my days
Flicking through pages
At blank diary gaze
They say you should turn
Over new leaves
They insist on starting again
If you please
What they don’t mention
Shall stalk your nightmare
That silence ain’t golden
And love is fools’ fare
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so the tiger muses
no shallow ruses
slicing illusions
thin thin fare
all deception left
on the carving table
in the tiger’s lair
sun shine through my lashing rain
douse the senses’ nagging pain
with your golden blaze alight
obstacles in my path tonight
If I dare
gaze into your burning face
beware
I’ve ice inside to freeze hell over
a ray a spark a glint of dawn
all I need to soldier on
cast asunder ragged woes
adorned anew in solar clothes
The Tiger says
Love is fool’s fare
But
The fare of a fool
Is at times
Most enjoyable
For a fool’s laughter
Can chase nightmares
Away
To drown in a sea of pure unbridled joy
Better surely than a limp sailed vessel
Marooned
To splash and thrash the tumbling waves
You’re in over your head and downwards
Doomed
To wake up drenched in perspiration
Pondering the nature of reality
Resistance just futility
Hang head in mock humility
Lay at the feet of liberty
Swooned!
sun plays everywhere
darinng clouds scrambling
loitering wind sings
Sniffing for tiger tracks—oooo what’s the haps here? hmm. cubs?
Have you ever felt that you don’t belong?
In either space or time it’s too long
You’re not afraid they’ll hear you shout
Amongst the madding crowd you’ll stand out
When are you planning on growing up?
You’re like a kid who’s down on his luck
If you look around you’ll soon give up
The grass is green and fresh enough
Well I had a dream last night
And I wrote it all down
My vision was a delight
So I’m going to fake it
Yeah I’m going to make it my own
Cos there’s nobody home
Do you find it’s easy when you’ve no entries?
Nothing to recall that will snare your desires
Living day-by-day you’re fine
On take-aways and Aussie wine
Never again is a recurring theme
The cat has escaped and its dish is licked clean
Strangers come and friends they quit
You won’t conform and they can’t take it
Well I had a dream last night
And I wrote it all down
My vision was a delight
So I’m going to fake it
Yeah I’m going to make it my own
Cos there’s nobody home
above is actually lyrics to a song that I’ve written.. now I’ve only got to learn the guitar so I can play it live!
Love it Tiger City ! Bring on the music. And the reference to Australian wine…a Margaret River Shiraz no doubt ?
Colleen,
Most Brits drink Aussie wine that’s why I put it in even though France is just over the ‘ditch’, believe it’s got something to do with the Commonwealth.. the truth is personally I live in France so to be honest I don’t know much about the Oz varieties although you have decent Chardonay. If only you lived near me, we could have a tasting session.. you’d have to sail up to Marseille or better still moor in St Tropez and sip bubbly in the setting sun.. I miss summer already..
Re the songwriting, if only it were a simple matter to learn the guitar, my friend tells me it takes abt a year to pick it up and needs a lot of practice, even so I don’t really have the voice!
Cheers!
Ahh Tigercity,
Here I sit, sipping a Brown Brothers Cab Sav while I imagine being intoxicated by that setting sun as the strumming of your guitar echoes through the warm breeze…..