Verses Dark

Inspired by David and Bathsheba from The Old Testament / Oh…And a nice hot bath… “Bathsheba” is dedicated to all YOU Beautiful Goddesses out there… / As you are, irrespective of age, ability, size, colour, creed, class or gender persuasion… As Wonderful Women, we are all Glorious Gorgeous Goddessses… / As our Marvelous Men are all Glorious Gorgeous Gods…

Venting is a good kind of purge in my opinion!

This is a futuristic allegory, intending to highlight the distinction between artificial intelligence and human consciousness.

To have a Black Dog on your back is Aussie slang for being depressed. / Depression is not an illness it is a natural reaction to the shit of life. If it gets to the point that it is affecting your being and life, see a good doctor. There are better therapies than anti-depresants. The most depressing thing to happen in Victoria after the Kennet government lost to labor, was to have Jeffery (F…ing) Kennet appointed to head Beyond Blue, a Depression awareness organisation … how depressing.. Dedicated to all those on RedBubble who have Black Dog Days.

“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.” / Sigmund Freud This poem was born in the deep silence of my long-suffering heart; not amid joy. Suffering! I owe to it all that is good in me, all that gives value to my life; I owe to it pity, I owe to it courage, I owe to it all the virtues, and I owe to it this poem. / My writing is nothing, my thinking is everything. I am a thinker with writing problems..!!! Inspired by the Music of Ke’s Strange / World and the Music of The Gotan Project’s Mi Confesion

My thoughts on what life could be like if we continue on the way we are going.Part one .

“You save yourself or you remain unsaved” Lucky (Alice Sebold) When I selected Salvation as the title, a memory of the Five Finger Death Punch song Salvation also came to me!

This is, perhaps, a futuristic fairy-tale about endings and beginnings in space and time.

The Philosopher Kings Charms / Lyric: Jon Levine / MusicL Gerald Eaton and Jon Levine sleep, my love / dream warm and hard and true / in pieces, in colors / in a cloud of awkward blue / hold, my hand / I feel the things you tell no man / move through you, so easy / it’s a knife that cuts me through / and you bring me your charms / in the cool of your soft little hands / in the heat of your legs and your arms / you bring me your charms / in, my arms / in the circle of my arms / you’re my baby, my lover / that is warm and hard and true / when you bring me your charms / in the cover of our evening sheets / in the twist of our legs and our arms / you bring me your charms / in, my arms / in the circle of my arms / you’re my baby, my lover / that is warm and hard and true / when you bring me your charms / in the cover of our evening sheets / in the twist of our legs and our arms / you bring me your charms

My thoughts are just my own; not intended to be disrespectful to people in loving and monogamous relationships. In the poem I have linked to another called Doublethinking which George Orwell defined as the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them / _______ / Disillusion And the mirror cracked It came from dismal shadows / Creeping, sudden, from behind. / Fell upon my merry whistle / Darkened me at heart and sight. / Back with me, one again with the memory / Again I behold the ruins / That I left when I was all devoured by wrath. Last night out in the timber / A thousand torrent’s vehemence / Came rushing through my veins / Up my throat and filled the eyes, / And then that I knew / All pain will be undone / When I pack my bags / And depart for lonely roads And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? Merely hours passed / That I had left him to his mountains / His colossal idols – one for every spear in me. / Slopes so steep, / I could not conquer in a lifetime. / Now they’re all but ruins, / Ruins I left behind. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? There is always one waiting for me, my beloved / I shall be with her again so soon. / Craving for her lips, her kiss / Her hair in summer winds / The morning dew dripping down her breasts. Shadows and Flames. / I have been demure / Cries were silent but heart ablaze. / Have been one of his shadows / Condemned to stray an unlit maze. / My feet are numb, soles torn wide open / After endless years of clambering / My path is lit and leads me north. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea?

Wilco – Wishful Thinking Fill up your mind with all it can know / Don’t forget that your body will let it all go / Fill up your mind with all it can know / What would we be without wishful thinking Chambers of chains / With red plastic mouths / The inside of outside / No one has found / How to unring the bell / It’s just as well The turntable sizzles / Casting the spells / The pressure devices / Hell in a nutshell / Is any song worth singing / If it doesn’t help Fill up your mind with all it can know / Don’t forget that your body will let it all go / Fill up your mind with all it can know / ‘Cause what would love be / Without wishful thinking Open your arms as far as they will go / We take off your dress / An embarrassing poem / Was written when I was alone / In love with you I shook down those lines / To shine up the streets / I got up off my hands and knees / To thank my lucky stars that you’re not me What would we be without wishful thinking / What would we be without wishful thinking / What would we be without wishful thinking

THIS MAY NOT BE A COMFORTABLE READ….as many of you are aware christie bravely shared this it really touched me from the other side of the equation and my recovery etc but i put this out there because it may in some unknown way help another….. / namaste, / erich ©MCN:CUQA8-CNP69-W7KPR

Bad Religion How much is enough / Tell me can the hateful chain be broken? / Production and consumption / Define our hollow lives. / Avarice has led us across the ocean, / Toward a land that’s better, / Much more bountiful and wide. / When will mankind finally come to realize / His surfeit has become his demise? / How much is enough to kill yourself? / That quantity is known today, / Awe blow ourselves away. / Tell me is there anything so sure? / Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more! / Like a dog that feeds until he suffers, / The infirmity of man is brought on / By his selfish cure. / When will mankind finally come to realize / His surfeit has become his demise? / How much is enough to kill yourself? / That quantity is known today, / As we blow ourselves away.

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