jikan myshkin
07-07-2008, 07:10 AM
Oh the wind! The wind! Tearing apart these heavenly clouds and dousing our saintly heads with rain and sleet and snow! In this wasteland of land and sea and sea and land and sea while angels of birds fall and dance on their strings, chained to the skies of grey oh!
Crossing this desolate land, hostile and angry but warm and inviting, the smile stretching from one side of the horizon to the other. The clouds so low that they oppress the sky and force it into the sea! Engulfed and extinguished the sun no longer shines.
‘CRASSSSSSSSsSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH’ hollers the young, impatient waves as they bully the shore in a game of life and death while ‘shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ whispers old mother sea for the fishes are nestled snugly sleeping in their beds as the gulls take up the cry in unison with the howling wind that drives the bullet like frozen rain into my numb cold face, staggering on this beach where seaweed lies like lost octopus tentacles hoping for someone to wrap in their arms. The odd car shoots past with faces looking in bemusement at the lonely figure cutting a man sized silhouette on this shore line, deserted and barren, a desert of space and time and time and space and space and time colliding and coming apart to reveal this world that I can see! Every second isolated and precious as the next and as the previous. The last second was good, the next may be better. This second was wasted thinking about the last and next. Cameras mark eternity in plastic and metal, framed to show what is worth seeing and what is not. Look past the edge of the frame and all you can see is yourself and do you look as pretty as this surf tormented shore?
A single red flag marks out the warning DANGER, DANGER, DANGER oh DANGER! It will come from the sea, the waves are just playing but the game is deadly. It’s what’s underneath that counts after all. It’s just a friendly warning, to avoid a lawsuit.
The sea can tell us our moods as mother, the female of the species knows all despite the poets who invented such absurdities as love and emotion mostly being male. The sea tells me how happy I am right now. Water is all. From water springs life and all is anew. From water springs death, the old beginning of the new. Life cannot mean anything without death looking over its shoulder and death cannot mean anything without life fighting to be born
And if you now turn to me with bewilderment in your eyes and ask me, ‘what is this all about? What is the point?’ then it is clear to see you have completely missed the point.
Crossing this desolate land, hostile and angry but warm and inviting, the smile stretching from one side of the horizon to the other. The clouds so low that they oppress the sky and force it into the sea! Engulfed and extinguished the sun no longer shines.
‘CRASSSSSSSSsSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH’ hollers the young, impatient waves as they bully the shore in a game of life and death while ‘shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ whispers old mother sea for the fishes are nestled snugly sleeping in their beds as the gulls take up the cry in unison with the howling wind that drives the bullet like frozen rain into my numb cold face, staggering on this beach where seaweed lies like lost octopus tentacles hoping for someone to wrap in their arms. The odd car shoots past with faces looking in bemusement at the lonely figure cutting a man sized silhouette on this shore line, deserted and barren, a desert of space and time and time and space and space and time colliding and coming apart to reveal this world that I can see! Every second isolated and precious as the next and as the previous. The last second was good, the next may be better. This second was wasted thinking about the last and next. Cameras mark eternity in plastic and metal, framed to show what is worth seeing and what is not. Look past the edge of the frame and all you can see is yourself and do you look as pretty as this surf tormented shore?
A single red flag marks out the warning DANGER, DANGER, DANGER oh DANGER! It will come from the sea, the waves are just playing but the game is deadly. It’s what’s underneath that counts after all. It’s just a friendly warning, to avoid a lawsuit.
The sea can tell us our moods as mother, the female of the species knows all despite the poets who invented such absurdities as love and emotion mostly being male. The sea tells me how happy I am right now. Water is all. From water springs life and all is anew. From water springs death, the old beginning of the new. Life cannot mean anything without death looking over its shoulder and death cannot mean anything without life fighting to be born
And if you now turn to me with bewilderment in your eyes and ask me, ‘what is this all about? What is the point?’ then it is clear to see you have completely missed the point.