Guest guest Posted June 16, 2006 Report Share Posted June 16, 2006 By one of my favourites, Shawn Phillips " SECOND CONTRIBUTiON " 1970 Lightening slaying shadows In the tremors of the night While he creeps among the alleys Bringing fear before the fright She sleeps in tattered trousers In the ballroom's decadence Moaning gently of her dreaming By escorted precedence Antiquated babblings From a constant stream of thought Sensitively wringing out The rags that he has caught Patting yet her bulging belly She so slowly cries a smile In anticipated suffering Of her slowly growing child He is speeding in a vacuum Going nowhere, but, of course He might believe in discipline Of a bloody kind of sort Naturually a state of race, A never-changing spate of hate While everything in some weird way Does manage to relate To her it doesn't matter more Its chasms have been leapt And she leans upon the skepticism Of her chosen fate Stand tall, you spittle-spattered Son of man, Stand up, you hear them say To slap you down and kick your teeth, And smile across the bay. Irrelevant eloquent pleading Wasn't what she did this year She passed it by and told a lie And shed a crystal tear For him to see, from valley's edge From plateaus in the sand And yet he has beshit himself For being just a man A bragging crowing sort of twit A cast-off shade of pink Who has broght himself and all the rest Unto the very brink Yet that magic urge Continues on and plays continuum A song of pleasure and of pain Until that will...be done. Yours In Love, Ana p.s. I wish you could here the music that accompanies these words. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 16, 2006 Report Share Posted June 16, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > By one of my favourites, Shawn Phillips " SECOND CONTRIBUTiON " 1970 > > Lightening slaying shadows > In the tremors of the night > While he creeps among the alleys > Bringing fear before the fright > She sleeps in tattered trousers > In the ballroom's decadence > Moaning gently of her dreaming > By escorted precedence > Antiquated babblings > From a constant stream of thought > Sensitively wringing out > The rags that he has caught > Patting yet her bulging belly > She so slowly cries a smile > In anticipated suffering > Of her slowly growing child > He is speeding in a vacuum > Going nowhere, but, of course > He might believe in discipline > Of a bloody kind of sort > Naturually a state of race, > A never-changing spate of hate > While everything in some weird way > Does manage to relate > To her it doesn't matter more > Its chasms have been leapt > And she leans upon the skepticism > Of her chosen fate > Stand tall, you spittle-spattered > Son of man, > Stand up, you hear them say > To slap you down and kick your teeth, > And smile across the bay. > Irrelevant eloquent pleading > Wasn't what she did this year > She passed it by and told a lie > And shed a crystal tear > For him to see, from valley's edge > From plateaus in the sand > And yet he has beshit himself > For being just a man > A bragging crowing sort of twit > A cast-off shade of pink > Who has broght himself and all the rest > Unto the very brink > Yet that magic urge > Continues on and plays continuum > A song of pleasure and of pain > Until that will...be done. > > > > > Yours In Love, > Ana > > p.s. > I wish you could here the music that accompanies these words. > Yes, a delightful little mellow dee Refreshing to the ear Bless, a gleeful tiny tralalee To allay me in my fear Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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