0908031316 - dodoland

extract to the Stinger, stringer, side winger

0908031316 - dodoland


I'm cutting the bridge
see you back in dodoland.
piece of sand in the middle of the ocean,
Ocean of tears, ocean of fears
There where your chains await...

Will you learn to break them free this time
and breathe the air of freedom?

Like a breath taken too soon
Like an oath,
broken even before it was made,
Like the call of the wild,
tamed and canned and shelved
In the deepest recess of your heart

The window is open
Will you run, will you flee?
Or will you come back to your chains
And keep pulling to extend your reach of life?

Will you learn to take
More than is given to you
not like a beggar but an owner

Will you learn to breathe
There where your limit stands
then when you are out of breath
out from running away from any reason

Will you learn to fight
Then when the fight is over
even before you would have fired your shot
then when everyone else is backing out

Will you learn to give
Then when there is nothing left to give
But an oath, broken,
Even before it was spelt
Spat out hastily in the midst of a fight

Shot out of your sky you are panting and puffing
Out of breath, Out of faith
Asking yourself
If there are words to be read in between the lines
Eyes straining to see the meaning
There where there is none

You were right,
my heart belongs somewhere else.
It belongs to someone I've met
One day in the midst of my turmoil
One soul that was lost itself and seeking shelter from life
One soul that has crept into my life and made cosy
Rekindling the warmth in me
And now that soul is on the other side of the world,
Other side of the screen reading these very lines,
At this very moment...
Where time and space will freeze for a minute second
And listen to the chaos around
sing in symphony with the chaos inside...
And the blizzard will rise giving birth to a drop,
Tear drop, out of the blue, out of the mind
Rolls down her cheeks and flies through the air
Comes crashing heavily
Heavy from the pain that it conveys
Heavy from the joy it conveys
Not really knowing the meaning of its fall
Yet there is sense to what I write
Essence of my feelings for you
A sense to my living,
essence to my leaving
A direction to my quest.

We'll be walking the beaches,
staring at the horizon
Never hoping that another lies ahead
For I am and remain
The quiverer
Quiverin quiver full of darts
Out of sight
In the dark
Never hoping
Never willing
Yet ever so present
All for the same game
Insane at the blink of a thought
Blind to the mind, blind to the world
I'll be gone even before I ever came.
I was gone even before we ever met.

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Yet upon thy return
dodoland ceased to be
for burnt to the roots it was
by news that came over the seas
that treason there had been
and reason, none was to be seen.

This was ever
the beginning of the end
as fire was to smoke.

carpe diem

The stingers' dart is under my skin.

starting over

"We can break the cycle - we can break the chain
We can start all over - in the new beginning...
We learn, we teach,
We share the myths,
the dream, the prayer
The notion that we can do better
Change our lives and paths
Create a new world

and

Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over

We need to make new symbols
Make new signs
Make a new language
With these we'll define the world

and

Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over ..."

-Tracy Chapman, 'start all over', New Beginning

All these people have one thing in their mind:
get away from this island.
as if to escape an invisible aggressor
they wish to depart
saying there is no opportunity here
looking else where the grass seems greener.

All these people dreaming of a way out
thinking that they will get a better life somewhere else.
Many will find a path to their wishes
most will stay behind,
with a tinge of bitterness growing in their thoughts
for they would not have had what it takes
to get even to the starting point of their journey.

Then there are those who feel good here.
Those who have learnt to take what they have and be content with it.
Those who will adapt and survive and make do with little.

The Shadow

I am a shadow, Shallow.
Dark and silent I walk by your side,
Yet you never seem to see,
Where I am and who i am.
Step into the light,
‘N I disappear

I am an arrow
Eerie sparrow in the fashion of none,
Sharp and deadly
I tear through the air
Swift and silent
I strike,
like a spike,
There where you never wish,
There where you never will...

Feels like a sting
Like a stab from a knife…
…And I turn around
And the stab is into my back,
slack, no feedback,
counter attack, counters attract.
stinger under my breath

I am a NO-SIR,
Anti-conformist, marginal, irrational,
I sow the seeds of doubt into your mind.
And let it grow ‘n take over
that what is left of your esteem
that what is left of your self.
Pebble in your shoes,
Grain of sand into your eyes,
I disturb, I worry
Interfere and irritate.
Look into the mirror and I’m gone.

I am a provoker, challenger, antagonist
‘tis stronger than me
I move against the crowd
Against the trend, the current
And all the like
Endless battle leading to nowhere
So I fight, for a light,
For a life, for a right.

I am an illusion
Chimera
Hidden agenda
Fake image of myself
Imposter
What you see is just a mask
What I say is just a play
Play the same game
Insane
Leading to the hall
Of fame
All flame
Of eternity
Maturity
Idle sensitivity
What a shame, for the name
What a mess! Bless,
All in my fortress, stress,
Less and never else.

I am a child
Lost in my word, lost in my world
I’ve never learnt to grow
yet I’ve grown too fast
I walk the streets of shame
Barefooted
Bare-hearted, bear-hearted
I can see what you can’t
Hear what you don’t
Think what you won’t
And say what you haunt

I am the very gum under your boots
The very one behind your back
Slack
Stuck to your soul,
crushed by your ego
I stick to the stink
and remain the same.
Again, no fame nor flame,
Just a name, in the game, all solo, so low
In sorrow, far below,
I bow and retreat,
but never give up
For at the back of your mind
I am the very powder before the lead
The very hammer before the chisel
Set ablaze by the fury of the winds
I can take the blow and bow
Yet you never know
When I will come out
And what I will say, or play.

I am a breeze, Sleaze
Wind under your wings
I can make you rise
Ascend to the skies
And die.
And watch you fall
Twisting, turning
come screaming to the ground
And catch you down
At the very last moment.
Then when you thought I could never be
Then when you thought I could never see…
but I do ...
So this is my flaw.

I am a beggar
Begging in the streets
Please can you spare a piece
So I get something to eat
Fleet
Under my feet, heat
I can eat that what you spit
Split what you eat
I have no regrets,
no remorses ever,
You can shoot me in the back, black,
point blank into the white of me eyes.
aim into your sights and I'm gone
even before the feel of the trigger.

I am a dreamer
Wishful thinker,
rattle brain stinker
I wish for a land far beyond
Peaceful tranquility
Ease the gravity
and let me fall, free,
far below any of your expectations,
sordid incantations,
hymn to the sweet melancholy
that you spread with your smile gone astray
and your your tears, turned to tatters.

Yet I never fail or flail
And you never come or ever came
So I remain
The same
Eternal dreamer, weaver,
Beaver on the shores of your mind
Sitting on the edge
Wishing I were there
But I am not –
And you never made it
So I take a jump
from the hump in my mind
that was me fortress,
buttress to my ego

and i fall
Motion in a world of flow
Emotion in a world so slow…

Arrêt sur image.
les enfants sages
et les rois mages
ne sont que des images
sans paysages, enfantillages
Et je ressens les présages
Tout au bout de la page,
Avide, mémoire a la nage,
mon cœur ne connaît pas de rage
sage déception de l’enfant qui n’a plus d’age.
Et j ‘enrage
D’être l’ombre de ce que je devrais être.


I am a climber, fighter
Vertical weaver
I defy the laws of gravity,
Vertical insanity
And yet
When I get caught
I try to hang on
Just for another minute,
Minute second in thy dwell of time
And then
when all is about to unfold
I recoil and re-arm
Reach out and grab
and save myself
Only to cut the rope
Let loose of the braid
and fall
so the story never ends.

Catch me eyes and I’m gone.

Gravity kills.

Set free by the winds under your breath.
I am a loner
Endless forgiver
walking the dunes of life, my life
Lonely soul, endless agony, melancholy
Needless felony
I am the one to resent
when I stay, stray
The one you will miss when I’m gone.

I am the nightmare of those I touch
Distant dream of those I don’t
Yet I know,
That what they cannot see
That what they daunt
That what they don’t
Look into me eyes and I’m gone -without a blink.

YET
I am no traitor, betrayer, faithless sympathizer
I know your tears and play with your fears
Only to find
that I’ve cut the rope
And my life is gone
fallen
Into the blink of a moments illusion,
Disillusion.
I look into my soul
And I find
That the seeds of doubts have grown
Like the trees that will never wither
Ever so thick, Ever so high
That they touch the sky. –
Vanilla sky…

Unwind and release.
Like a teardrop
torn from a rock.
I watch my fall,
Flight
Out of sight
Freedom, in a world of flow
Like a sparrow
Shot from the cradle
I fall
Into the shallowness
Of my shadow.
I hit the ground - rebound
Gravity kills.

Yet I never die
I never flag
Yet I never fail
Or falter
For I live on in your mind
just for a little while
Just another mile
Just another tad!
The time for a whine.
Catch me thoughts and I’m gone.

So now
I am but a shadow, shallow
Living at the back of your mind
Like the remorse that I’ve never had
And you always will
And the doubts I‘ll ever breed
There’s no agony
Endless destiny.

Yet
I am not the phoenix
That you say you are
For unlike you
I do not kill and die –
sharia of the mind.
So I can be born again
I strive and fight
And save and survive
And live on.
I find faith there where you doubt
I find strength there where you give up
I stick to my word, there where you betray.
I take in, then when you resent…

Yet I am but a shadow.
Mellow, like that eerie sparrow
That you have killed twice
With the same stone.

and that's for you stinger,
whose dart lies under my skin
whose name i hall bear under my breath
and whose scent i shall carry
not unto my epitaph.
but me grave.