The ohms have measured out low, low, low,
We cannot operate at this level for long,
Super heat and airflow required, the wraps
Inadequate to ramp-up compared to wattage
Pushed through, high voltage claims needed
For performance close to high octane capacity.
What has been kept secret now comes alive,
Noises too long buried for fabrications
Of pressure and societal requirements, dry
Worlds that wend the spirits of the doubters
Who could ever the world change…
Dreams of single dots, recollection
Broken by the haze of awakening, song
Of the broken man wails within, from
A thousand tiny points, each and every
One poured down lines bled dry and sore.
The many become conjoined, compounded,
Synergy roiling in tumult confounding
To experience, those dreams rare types
That try to the song of agony break
In their wayward mazy motions lazy.
Above^ is a link to the video of me having my head shaved, finally live at long last. I had great fun making the video with my friends and even greater fun during the holiday to Gdansk, Poland that we took afterwards. (:
Thank you to Ol and Liz ^^
That which chains us in this maze
Lies untold, unbared, in the dark,
Secrets shared unspoken and non-
Ultimate as constructs, strict only
Within recognition of no more than
The links that bind, invisible.
To defy, to turn from the hands
That once fed, later held back,
Is the goal confused, subsumed
Slowly in feeling, tactile motions
Moving one from the maze outward
Into the- back -arching spaces beyond.
Close your eyes with quiet joy
For the rabbits have come home
To strut in jackets of leather,
Diamonds on the lapels, sweet
Songs of shared experience ring
Like the bells of bright eyes
Gleaming on the hazy morrow shine.
Assurances on electronic paper
Reassure no-one without backing,
The tenuous chain between two
Holds as per effort expended,
Willingness to bend and to be.
Unfolding to witness cat’s eyes
Within lashes luscious long framing
More than electronic moments make
Suggestible or possible, dreams
Shared and in scents recognised.
Reality obscures fantasy in the now,
Our imaginings bare things in the dark,
Awoken to new life and contentment
In morning murmurs, evening whispers;
A tale told in no audible language.