There was an owl I heard as a child
It’s “hoo”s were that of water colors
It lived in our village where we began growing into being
Any more simple or deep magick I know of not
Before we were mangled by the machine
The summer night air was alone and darkened
Except for two who only just noticed
Inspired by the absence of prosecutorial eyes
We indulged in ourselves
She did not restrict
In fact, her advances were heavily unto me
She was not starved though, her lips indicated
Only sharing the angst that had brewed since our introduction
Under dark eyes my fingers ran through black hair
A non verbal smile
I might as well have been thrown in the river
And it did not bother me for any ounce
Today I don't feel quite as lame
Sitting drinking aspartame
Put on my yellow shirt and favorite jeans
Made my coffee with regular flavored beans
And spring is hovering in the air
It's been nearly a year since I made this place home
Before the hop plants had fully grown
Grey sky and deep green trees
Songs and incense and broken lavatories
Night comes creeping
Over violet sky
Soft orange orbs glow their way for no one
Bare and thin trees grip one another with quiet care
And their ever green siblings line the fringe
Over which night falls heavier
And emerging from the distant scene
A towering steel mammoth stands dormant
It’s red beacons watch us
But it too becomes drenched in silhouette
And all has melded into a black abyss
Now night has crept
Over violet sky
I bother not understand
But I accept it
And I don’t bother understand them
But endearment is seeded
Simply the natural and often cruel function
Perhaps I merely see the fertility in her eyes?
This curious hypnotism
And I surrender all hope to clarify
Underneath the time swept shelter
Sitting on the brow of a two wheeled trailer
Surrounds a garden of broken glass and eaten fences
Starring at the desolate, molded tracks
They feed to the trussel that knew many wandering strangers
I know a place of rusting behemoths,
A white wooden spire’s backdrop,
A peak and fringe of beauty and shrillness
The haunts of a perturbed drifter
Inside thoughts of perpetual youth
Bursting for the excitable clan
Red faced, sullen, and yet delighted
Four walls illuminated, though a pale vail
Gate of escape, the haven awaited
Raw and wild, this psyche unleashed
Not even here is charity unconditional
Yet to the flame, to the flame, stand not drifting
Dreams of youth continue reaching
In the distance I peered what I didn’t know were miles
Far away under a sign stitched with bullets
Contemplating why I was there
It’s quiet now
Cuz the bottles have all been broken
Mind the farmers, try not to look like the state
And the trains are most active at night, so watch out so you don’t get eaten
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Ok, I'm bored. I don't have any poems to share (it's not that I don't write poems, coz I actually do, I sure don't know if anyone would want to read them for starts), anyway, I'm wanting to take up a hobby (preferably one that's social rather than a solo thing) but the problem is that I really don't see what people my age do with their lives (other than facebook, which I really don't like and being online). I'm not really the surfing type (which too bad, coz I live in one of the best places in the world for surfing) and I'm at that point in life, where high school friends and even uni (college) friends are moving on (and so am I) with careers, education, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc. Sure, I do like clubbing but have struggled getting friends along for the ride (even on my 21st, it was hard. Two thirds of my guests didn't even get on the dance floor at all during the night and then, left with friends of theirs who happened to be junkies).
So I really just need a new outlet that's fun and can meet people (not creepy people of course). I have tried latin dancing in the past, and it wasn't successful. The class was full of couples, more women than men and mostly older, like in their 30s minimum. Let me also clarify, that I'm not looking to play the field exactly, so this isn't about dating or loneliness or whatever.
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Been down both roads. I did art classes when I was lot younger (outside of school) and the problem there was the age group. A lot of older women (as in 50s and up) tend to take those classes and sadly, theatre's very similar (plus the egos of people who never got anywhere, but think they're brilliant nevertheless). I think it's the place I live more than anything else. Late teens and early 20's are just not proactive unless they're part of a religious youth group or they club. Maybe things are different in the US. At least, it seemed to be when I was there.
I'm a volunteer and now a year member of Rubberoom- Australian Screen Industry Network. I'm the raffle girl (and yes, I did win a prize last networking night, but it was because the owners' knew my 21st was coming up). Rubberoom's on bimonthly so it's what you do between now and then, that becomes the thing. However, I am looking forward to the masquerade ball in October, so I'm hoping I might be able to help out with that.
As for work, well, unfortunately, I've been made redundant because the business I was working for lost contracts and coz I was a casual, I was ousted, though my bosses really weren't happy about it- they really wanted me to stay, coz I was actually good at my job. They promised that as soon as work would pick up, I would be the first back in the job. At least 10 others (full timers even) got the boot or jumped ship early. So now, I'm between jobs, with some opportunities I'm waiting on hearing back from (some industry stuff, some regular stuff). The recession is certainly a buzzkill for a graduate.
Thank God there's such thing as the dole in Australia. At least, it will help with the car issue and to pay the bills.
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A poem I wrote a little while ago. "Frustrations of an Artist".
As if the frustrations of an artist
Aren't enough to exorcise,
I am constantly patronised
for choosing to follow my heart
Instead of counting numbers
Like tilling drought dry soil like farmers
In some giant global sudoku puzzle.
Accountants & clauses have got me
fizzled fuzzled.
If it weren't for stupid corporate
political sinful lustful sefish greeed,
No one would be in this position, now
& if only people remembered when their first employer gave a chance
The first glowing ember,
To the fire that now burns within,
Known as their career.
Please Fate, Providence, the Almighty God?
Please, don't dim my embers of passion.
Next door that I knock on
Let someone please, please answer!
It seems no matter what I do,
I'm going to be stuck here forever
so maybe I should
get used to the fact that
I will be a corporate slave forever.
Only just so I can live,
But I must question:
Is that any way to live??
