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D.E.L.L.

Drastic Ending Loser’s Lament

As I stared through windows gray,
Thoughts went wild with sheer dismay.
All keys I tried so cruelly mocked;
The doors were clearly staying locked.

Hair pulled cleanly by the root
Frustration blooms with each reboot-
Shameless threats remaining moot
With every failed three flange salute.

How I wished I’d listened closely!
Should’ve learned what mattered mostly…
Should’ve driven hard to C:
My own infallibility.

What to do?

Life’s interrupted.

My hobby crushed, collapsed,
***corrupted***

Grab a hammer? Smash to vapour?

Start afresh with pen and paper!

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Kinky!

I found this painting I did years ago when I got a brand new set of oils.  It’s a bit shite, I know that, but I found it gas analysing it, what with the flames licking up the side of the bed and that.   I must have been going through a Bewick phase.

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Nice Arse!

Now you know what The Accidental Terrorist looks like.

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Taoism versus Blogging

Bear with me for a minute.

Blogging is a form of expressing the mind, right?  Taoists would argue that point.  They might tell you that you are trying to express your inner experience with a medium that is far too limited to mirror the exact emotions and complex spirit of our mind.  There are simply just not enough words.

Thom Yorke of Radiohead fame put it quite simply in Street Spirit:

“This machine will, will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I am under…”

To conquer this gap in understanding, Taoists invented these clever little allegories and verses named ‘Koans‘.  The purpose of the Koan is to bamboozle a person into thinking far outside normal rational thought, possibly to make you forget the difficult question you just asked, or to confuse you into a state of awareness.

For instance, “Without anxious thought, doing comes from being.”

EH?!?! You might ask… well see, this means that when one’s mind is full of complicated irrelevant thought, one tends to take a long time assessing the actual situation and coming to a conclusion as to how to solve a problem.  There is the risk that too many detailed steps will be taken in order to make that problem go away.  If one meditates and is able to clear the mind, it is easier to find the right path, clear as day.

AHHH!  You might say… well see, this is called Enlightenment.  The ‘ping’ noise that a penny makes when it drops.

Or perhaps in more familiar terms, I might berate the Accidental Terrorist over being too irate with a playstation game.

“Why aren’t you enjoying the game?” I might ask.

“I’m trying to master it but it’s too fucking hard!” He would say.

“There exists a state in which you will not attempt to master the game, and the game will not attempt to master you.”

“What is this state?!”  He might ask.

“Give me the game and I will show you.” 

At which point I would jump up and down repeatedly on the playstation until it is smashed to bits, and the Accidental Terrorist becomes enlightened.

See? You get the gist.  I’ll leave you with one more itty bitty thought:

Two monks were arguing about a flag. One said: `The flag is moving.’The other said: `The wind is moving.’

The sixth patriach happened to be passing by. He told them: `Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving.’

 

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Fidelity rules ok…

Desensitise yourself because
Graffiti’s always there.
You walk past it everyday
Blinkered in ignorance
Until you dream about it
And wake in panic.

You’ll meet someone perhaps
Boldly balancing on rubble,
Unsure of how he got there.
Lost for words;
Scared of misplaced phrases.
You try to wash away the dust
To find it only makes things worse.

Face your wall
Look for beauty in concrete.
See that it defines your space.
For when it crumbles
And you miss its stains,
You’ll come to see that
Graffiti doesn’t have to rhyme.

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Ode to Sandy

This is a poem for Sandy, Grandad’s faithful mutt.

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I brought a puppy home one day.
Bring it back!  No hope! No way!
These words were spoken far too often;
Pup in arms, his heart did soften.

She chewed it all, she peed on floors,
Molted hairs and scratched the doors.
Forgotten now is naughty Rover;
Fluffy puppy love took over.

Parting now would be disaster.
Bearded buddies, dog and master.
Tennis balls contented sighs,
Collie fur devoted eyes.
Best of friends for ever more
Grandad, Sandy, chair and floor.

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Ode to Wouldye

My woof Wouldye

Loyal doggy dog
Wet nose dig dig woof woof.
Pure affection in black fluff.

Manic eyes window canine soul
Abundant love and a water bowl.
Back paw thumping scratch scratch scratch
Distinguished looking grey-ing patch.

Wolf-like gait protect my home
Bark and growling face of foam.
This is but an act you see
To guard his loving family.

Rescued from a drowning fate
Gets me thinking more of late;
How life is short my canine friend
Unspoken love shall never end.

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