About
Your brown eyes are my blue skies
They light up the rivers that the birds fly over
A lot of doctors came to see us but the dancing didn’t end
it’s powder for your nose blowing up your head again
that’s why you wanna sing the blues until your heart beats through your shirt
sometimes we get you while you’re sleeping where it doesn’t really hurt
There’s a limit to your love
like a waterfall in slowmotion
like a map with no ocean
there’s a limit to your love
your love your love your love
there’s a limit to your care
so carelessly there
is it truth or dare?
By no means I have no
choice we’re here to
celebrate do you regret at
first that was always on
the table how are you
going to feel? Do not go
away do you like outer
space? I really did hell
I’m just scared
I’m swimming all the time
I’m swimming for my life
And all I do is swim
…
I’m swimming all the time
I’m swimming for my life
And on some dreary day
I’ll swim my life away
…
Words too short to speak
Words I meant to keep
Don’t know what to be
you’re confusing me
“The highest excellence is like (that of) water. The excellence of water appears in its benefiting all things, and in its occupying, without striving (to the contrary), the low place which all men dislike. Hence (its way) is near to (that of) the Tao… There is nothing in the world more soft and weak than water, and yet for attacking things that are firm and strong there is nothing that can take precedence of it—for there is nothing (so effectual) for which it can be changed.”
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that makes up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are - an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.
- from “dada manifesto on feeble love and bitter love” by Tristan Tzara
(http://www.391.org/manifestos/19201212tristantzara_dmonflabl.htm)
Writing down these words so eloquently sealing my attempt to be fun
All the money’s spent on apathy and bank accounts the western soul is mine
Writing down these words so sentimental
look at my mistake; I’m dreaming
There’s my mother’s bed it’s torn to pieces
by my hands oh please forgive me
Everywhere I go there’s a grave underneath me
every time I sleep there is blood shed for my skin
Everywhere I dance there a people waiting
Everywhere I roam I’m a slave to a system
Everywhere I go there’s a western community
Every time I sleep there is terror inside of me
Everywhere I roam there’s a plan watching over me
you are not alone you’re invented
invented
look love like look like leaving let long look lot listen later let left
speak stay stop slight see shoot sorry something sure sure something
believe believe big bad betrayer be burn betray belongs believe believe
moving much me magic must making murder much
