*how to kill time*

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[If I understand what kind of stuff one gets to post here, I think I'll go post happy with some of my poetry. If not tell me, but for now, I'll post each one under this thread. I've written and posted a lot of this stuff on the David Bowie fansite, bowiezone.co.uk, and so as not to clutter up this forum, they'll all go under this thread. Enjoy (if you have the patience!)

edit - If you feel up to it, do tell me what you think. I'm thinking of publishing some of this stuff on lulu.com, so I'd love to know ]

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Glass Planet

In its malicious history
Dying numb with his story
Couple of households
For the tower
Sky is quiet again
'neath a blood red light
No more heroes in this town
Fate wears a frown

98th Tyne getting all the laughs
Shedding new light on an age of consent
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Hypocritical, disease-ridden, anaemic
Blunt, psychic blades unsheathed

Money is time behind the counter
Breath is so cold in the car
In a spherical cage
It is silence again
Epoc walks down the street
Talks about the weather
They who care to care
Turn toward

Red curtains come apart
When a false dawn sets
Rustle of cloth in the back seats
And a day tears itself open
No room for chips from any shoulder

Darkness spent in a locked cupboard
Screams in the silence
Of a newer wave
This time around
One more time for the copy
So scared of the zeitgeist
And it comes with a groan, a cough
A sickly voice from the murky aisle

Two lovers repent under a morning sun
Never again saying never no more
And without eyes to see and lips to read
They know they'll meet again
Outside the glass planet

[SM72 - 27/9/06]

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Hiberna Pectus Pectoris (Winter's Heart)

Without a thought we walked into the forest
Down a withered track amidst tall, ancient trees of pine
And nailed to a limb at the nub of creation was a scrap of paper
Written on it were words blurred by the driving, relentless rainfall
Words telling us to shy from the vengeance of God
Words telling us to fear the passage of Gautama, for he will never return
Words of hunger, of greed, of hate, of love
Words that once struck and clapped as the thunder in that winter's sky
And as the grass swayed in the biting breeze
We followed an illuminated path back to our cosy fireplace
And with the lyrical fragments of a forgotten age plastered in our thoughts
We walked back home having memorised that ambient piano-line and soothing croon all the way
But somehow as the spaces thickened and the heavens cleared
Those words were lost, vanishing upon entry into a sun-kissed meadow
As the turning of motors and burning of rubber sounded under our very noses
As evolution flew from petal to petal without a care
As pounding basslines boomed through the air for seconds on end
As the kids in the playground shrieked in immature ecstasy
In town we bought ourselves a new car and a new house
We bought ourselves a boisterous golden retriever
We bought ourselves a few drinks in the welcoming warmth of the local
And night fell, so we stumbled home, dead to the world
Dead to the shimmering delights of a clear astral plain
Dead to the millions of beady, glowering eyes staring right at us
And when we got home, the lights went out
The red curtains closed and then we went to sleep
And in the darkness the stars refused to sparkle
The sun refused to burn and the moon refused to shine
In our dreams that night we saw the dark pine forest at winter's heart
And in the nub of creation, a demon's hand, fist clenched tightly around that forlorn scrap of paper
Amidst the lonely, pitch-dark of the day's fall our golden retriever wailed and barked
Something like that ambient piano-line, that soothing croon
And as the lightening struck and the rain pelted there was a whispering from the trees;
"Shy from the vengeance of God" it said, "fear the passage of Gautama
"For neither shall show face in the light of the sun, neither shall tread the terra firma
"Neither shall ever return"

[SM72 - 22/10/06]

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[I know this lifts a line from my EC title song, but I couldn't resist it!]

People Like Us

Now that you have come to light our way
What are you going to show us today?
How to be a good boy and how to tell the time?
Or how to stand still as we wait in the line?
I was never a big fan of that haunted mansion ride
The hands of the clock move so precisely
Refrains the guy on my shoulder who's just hit ninety
Tolling its bell like some unforgivable liar
But I never thought of myself as some young livewire

Here is the crime of a man in his prime
Who can't help but kick up a fuss
When he finally finds out that he can't point the finger for people like us

A young man is waiting in the underground
Telling himself that he's going to be found
Looking through everything in the lost and found skip
Giving that poor old man some ruthless lip
Who's brought an old Chevy to the tip
Why must we go out tonight wearing tight blue jeans?
Why must we go to the place you've already been?
All we want is to search for a leaf in an old book to find
I hope you don't mind

[SM72/AP - 20/11/06]