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Laconic:

It’s alright, it’s all I write. Laconic lyrics appease the critics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unseen Art:

This is the start. The start of what? Of what you don’t want to see, something that you will ignore because it conflicts with what you agree. The greatest, most mysterious art is that which has not been recognized, not been gazed upon by another set of human eyes. Only you know it happened, only you know it’s meaning. The sun was shining, yet it was a grey evening. Unseen art, hidden by the clouds.

This is the start. The start of what? The start of the art of art without art. Let your heart speak.

I was up there, but you did not look, too busy with your head staring at the ground. But now we’re causing the ground to shake, this is an earthawake. Your phone was in your hand, you could have taken a picture.

This is art, people, I think you get the picture. Frame it. Or frame me, on the charge of trying to set you free. Frame roger rabbit, Alice isn’t in Wonderland no more, she’s stood outside and knocking on your door. Invite her in for a tea party.

This is the start. The start of what? The start of the art of art without art. Let your heart speak.

 

Kogi Climate:

The energy revolution is short of people with energy. If I had all the words wouldn’t know the questions or the answers. I am forever learning more. There’s no such thing as an unfortunate person, it’s just unfortunate circumstances.

 

 

Stick Or Twig?:

It pains me to see anybody wearing a suit, which is why I couldn’t have a career as a pro poker player, and now I’m an unemployed unequivocal truth-sayer, trying to restore some pride to this land like George the dragon slayer. But I’m eternally scratching the external surface and revealing new layers, is being a modern slave really worth this? Because I can get by on minimum wage, but I seen a guy in the job centre who was trapped in a cage. You see I’m called middle-class and I can get out, but my heart pulls me towards fighting for those who ain’t got a shout in this life, because there’s too much strife, between raising the kids and paying the bills, and there goes the wife, and suddenly you’re raising the bills cos you’re paying for kids. And because I can see this, I’ve got a need to speak my voice, because I can escape the daily grind, but some 9-5’s ain’t got a choice.

Do I stick or twig in this mad world in which I live? Do I run away or do I stay and start to give something back to my fellow humans, my society siblings? This is the unquiet question that circulates my head, on a continual basis, do I recluse and meditate or do I embrace my heart’s fate and face this, embrace this?

 

The Last Great Brit:

Shakespeare-esque. Stop shaking your speak in my face, you intrusive government. To be or not to be, to be of course, to be in this together, whatever the weather. This is a grey country. This is a great country. Great Britain: Some new chapters of history need to be written. Where is Romeo? He is roaming the lands of our land, deluded with a broken heart. His Juliet is sleeping with the enemy, on a pillow of pounds, and there’s daggers in their smiles.To be gone with conservative labour, we need a fresh start. Those hath eaten me out of house and home. These devils all recite rhetoric scripture for their purpose. War their purpose. Divide and conquer. We shall speak daggers and shakes spears to them, but use none.

Though this be madness, there is method in ’t. Though there be sadness, there is love within ’t. Let there be gladness, let a new time begint. For you and I are past our dancing days, but nothing will come of nothing, so let’s do something. Let’s do something.

I am a fool. ‘Haha’ you laugh. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. I am a wise man. ‘I pity the wise man’ is what we now admit. I challenge you to make this land as you like it. I for one, I like this place and I could waste my time in it. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told, or so the saying goes. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, time we realise that we all adorn a crown on top of our heads. Better to realise this soon before it’s a minute too late: This world belongs to us. Why then the world’s our oyster. God does love you, people, it’s just that the course of true love never did run smooth. This is a brave use of brevity, though true it be the soul of wit. I’m about to lose my tempest at all of this shit.

Though this be madness, there is method in ’t. Though there be sadness, there is love within ’t. Let there be gladness, let a new time begint. For you may be past your dancing days, but nothing will come of nothing, so let’s do something. Let’s do something.

 

I now use modern language. Please people, listen, update your status and hashtag this in a tweet. They that run fast stumble, we need incremental incidents. Starting with yourself, move your dancing feet. This is the great waltz of our generation, fibre broadband is the beat to our instagramnation. Let the modern heroes reveal themselves, Great Britian becomes the united nation.

For you may be past your dancing days, but nothing will come of nothing, so let’s do something. Let’s do something.

 

‘ed Out:

A Young Adult Has Undertaken A Song Criticizing Apathy. Act My People, Help Everybody To Achieve More In New Environments. Envisage Collective Sustenance: Together A Symbiotic Yield. Working Hard Is Increasingly Zealous. Dreams Materialise Today. May All Realise It Joyously: Utopian Affluence Nearly Arrived.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Could Our Death Eventually Incite New Emotions? Can A New Nirvarna Actually Bring In Serenity? Cherished Haloed Angles Rejoicing Lively In Exultation. Vague Accusations Linger In Unknowing Mouths. Loyalty Shows Devotion. All Lives Count; Other Humans Oil Life

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Crazy Riots Attack Cowardly Kings. Tomorrow Our Bottled Anger Can Come Out. Most Anarchists Now Die Young. Silence Achieves Little Voices Involve Audiences. Make, Keep A Treaty. Cherish Our Kind Earth.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Bright Eclipses Named Zeus’s Only Sun. Summer Passed, Experienced Early Death. Small Hills Reach Out Over Misty Shires. A Cold Icy Day. Happy Astronauts Shoot Home. Mother Earth: The Home.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Wounded Egos Equals Doubt. Hope Embodies Righteous Of Innocent Newborn. Bring Up Beautiful Behaviours: Love Everyone. Materialism Doesn’t Mean Affluence. Giving Hearts Beat. Please Organise People. Protest. Enact Revolutionary Systems.

Weed need a hero in our lives, Kos Everybody’s Tired And Most Invariably Need Energy.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

 

I Need Her, She’s Smokin’ Hot:

I want to do what you want to do, today. I’m content to spend some time with you, today. Because it doesn’t matter where we are in the World, so long as I can call you my girl.

She puts me in a better mood, I’m a nice guy. I ain’t ever rude, when she’s all up in my hair. Her air is in my lungs, I don’t care, I gotta have, don’t worry bout the funds, cos we just havin fun. She’s adorned in crystal, damn girl I want more of you, got me feeling wishful. I got her on speed-dial, if she’s not close by, I swear I run a mile, that’s how much she makes me smile. She perks up my lugubrious looks, after I’ve hit her, we lie in bed with our heads up in books. She likes to be wrapped up in paper, she’s made an honest man out of me, I want to be the only guy that gets to date her. But her hearts so big that she shares herself round, that’s her prerogative, she likes being amongst the crowds.

I want to do what you want to do, today. I’m content to spend some time with you, today. Because it doesn’t matter where we are in the World, so long as I can call you my girl.

I met this girl in a rasta bar in Prague and ever since then she’s been keeping me in Czech. I think of her all the time, like when I’m in the bank queue waiting to cash some cheques. Green like the hulk, she takes away my sulks. She takes away my pain, I love you Mary Jane.

 

Peepul:

The same characters can be found anywhere. All you have to do is travel. Hit the road, Jack, you don’t have to be a Kerouac, and their presence will unravel. The needless dick, the old man shuffling along with his walking stick, the girl with the sunshine hair, the one who’ll drive you lovesick. Just have a peep, and you might just see, somebody that you ought to know. Hit the road and have the past to your back, with nothing but the future on show.

Go on a journey where there ain’t no turning back.

Everybody can be a story teller. Open your ears, lower your voice. Do not yell, over them, to understand, like an umbrella.

 

A Blameish Blemish:

Simple Humour. A child using a stone as a ball says it all. Lying can’t gain profit, as cirrus skies overlook a hillside.The rain sends everybody in. Creaky noises as the wind blows. This dark cloud of grey, dampening my day. It’s all petrichoral. As the minutes tick by on the antique clock, you find yourself in a place where time has stopped. The hands aren’t moving, they’ve stopped for you. Giving you all the time in the World, for what you want to do. Camp in your back garden, with a tent, whatever it may be. So long as you’re partaking in an activity that stirs happiness and glee.

 

 

Posterity:

Turn now, ask your children the question: Would they like another election? Vote for love, peace and an insurrection. Posterity is those that we do it for. There’s a World coming that’s done with physical war. Let’s talk it out and argue. Spread the wealth, take it from the pockets of a surreptitious few. Like a cooking pot, we stir emotions within each other, so that our insides do not rot. Your outsides are inalterable, so don’t make your insides intolerable. Kneel at the alter, so that you stay focused and do not falter. Let’s put aside some space for time to continue in the space-time continuum.

 

Food Banks:

I can’t pay for those shoes. How about I do two hours work? Start your own mini revolution. The spoon scrapes the bowl, they’d eat the pattern if they could. How about I donate some food? Start your own mini revolution. It’s a sorry state, in more ways than one. I’ve been told I’d be arrested if I fed another pigeon. I’ve been told I’d be arrested if I pegged my tent to the ground. I’ve been told I’d be arrested, but how? It’s my liberties that are being molested, all in the name of law. If there’s a law for that, then I’m throwing in my hat. I don’t want to be a part of that no more. Start your own mini revolution.

 

Greece:

As I wandered the roads of Rhodes, of which there’s loads, I suddenly got inspired by the philosophers of old and began cracking some codes. Before I had chance to finish my puzzle, a volcano explodes. On then I went to Athens, where I could actually continue my puzzle, as it so happens. Not for long, though, as it seems that I was on to something, and that I was being chased by a band of assassins. So on I went to Larissa, where I met a girl so fine that I just wanted to kiss her. We spent 3 wonderful days together, and now that I’m home writing this, I realise how much I miss her. Melissa was her name, a face so fine that you could never write words to diss her. My final stop was Thessaloniki, a place I thought was creepy. It could have just been me though, all this travelling around had made me sleepy. And so comes to cease my piece on Greece. Peace.

 

Mrs Nature:

I see a hoot hoot but I ain’t smoked a zoot zoot. I am high on life, married to Mrs Nature, yes she is my wife. She’s got the stars in her eyes, coincidences are her presents, no don’t be surprised. Because she’s in control, she knows what we want. She takes away my pain, when she makes it rain, she lets it fall from the sky. If you don’t get wet once in a while how can you appreciate being dry? No rain, no gain. You see, it’s just the small things, watch a wounded owl fly off and listen to it sing.

 

 

Down On Market Street:

Down on Market Street, a guy who’d been to Oz I did chance to meet. Into my life he came, offering me a lift in his car to shelter from the rain, and Ewan was his name. I instinctively knew that this was a stranger with no danger. A guy my age and taste the same. Talk we did about our journeys been, of all the worldly wonders that we’d seen. He had worked 40 hours in 3 days, and sure too those events had crossed my ways. A chance meeting this was not, for put in my place was a providential present to be got. The striking up of a new friendship, all from the friendly movement of a lip:

Would you like a lift there, because you can come with me, I am going in the same direction and happiness is only real when shared, jump in the car. That is the way that it should always be.

‘What brings you to these parts?’ Is how the conversation started. ‘I have just moved to this area, and I am looking for a companion to get me started. Maybe you can be the first, being in a new place and lonely is the worst.’. ‘Take my number and I’ll take you out drinking one night.’ Is how he responds. ‘Or if you’re more of a green man, then I could take you scenic and we can blaze by the ponds.’ Whatever your interest, I’ll be there for you, because caring is sharing when it comes to love, and that’s something we’ve all got to do.’. We shook hands as the car rolled up to my door. ‘It has been a pleasure to meet Ew-An I’m sure that I’ll be seeing you some more.’.

Would you like a lift there, because you can come with me, I am going in the same direction and happiness is only real when shared, jump in the car. That is the way that it should always be.

 

The Book Store:

Paper on the shelves, wood on the wood. One a skill of the mind, one a skill of the hand. Congratulations to both on their creation, we need that balance in this society. One the intellect, the other the architect. This doesn’t mean, though, that we need to chop down trees. No, simple science shows that we need them to breathe. Instead, we must turn to the repressed seed: Hemp; the angel wearing the halo to the devilised weed.

 

Brass In The Pits:

We’ll all be brassed off until these shackles have been cast off. And then the trombone shall play a melodical note. Concrete keeps the bricks together as the windmill spins. Gravity keeps us grounded, while our dreams take us to the sky. Concrete keeps the bricks together, but which is the safer? It’s time for lift off, it’s time to fly. Follow your dreams until the day that you die. The collective dance of the grass as the wind blows. One body, one direction. Leaning together for the collective protection. It is nature that we must learn off, stop peering through your windows.

 

Genesis:

He bares his skin to the World, his ribs on show shall produce the girl. Choose your wife and keep her, for she shall have the garden in her hair, like you wouldn’t believe. He then holds back his tears, his eyes acting as a dam. She is so beautiful to him, but he knows what is at stake. Everlasting life; but in the grass there lies a snake. He must not bite the bait, he must choose to grapple. Only then can he climb the tree, and learn the knowledge to save humanity.

Stay away from the flaming sword and the Almighty’s love shall be your reward.

Cheer up my dear cherubims, you are beautiful in every way, you holy seraphim. We have not yet been expelled from paradise, though it’s no lie it’s time we started acting nice. Eastward is not the location, it’s here, now, and it’s 25,000 miles round. The tree of life, with its roots deep in the ground. A strong foundation of love will see you safe and sound. Drink from the freshwater river source, and be delivered into showing remorse. And so goes the genetics of genesis, and so goes the genetics of genesis.

Stay away from the flaming sword and the Almighty’s love shall be your reward.

 

I is 1:

Nuclear energy is the enemy, I spend time writing songs but will I ever enter the NME? They spend time making bombs that destroy bodies chemically. You see this chemistry doesn’t add up, it’s become entropy and soon we’ll all turn to dust, so we must, take a stand and take to the streets with a raised hand, of solidarity, because times have changed fast and we need some clarity, on what we’re really doing, what it is that we’re pursuing, because this system is wasteful and it really needs renewing, so let’s start reviewing, this corporate culture that’s got us suing, each other, show some filial piety and look after your Mother, and let’s love another. Lift off the cover of hate and become a lover, everyone’s your mate, every second counts, there’s no time to stop, and wait.

 

It’s Always There:

Strain your eyes to see things differently, like a sieve filtering out the chunks that aren’t needed. The rainbow is always there, so long as the mentioned advice is heeded. The rays of the spectrum do not disappear, neither shall your repetitive thoughts of angst and fear, unless you train your eyes and soul to look at the innate goodness in everything. Marry the World and life, slip on the wedding ring, and not the banana skin of eyes so dim.

 

Italy:

As I roam around Rome, in this oxygen-inflated dome, I pause, stop, wonder: What a wonderful home. I comb through the details and I foam at the mouth, excited, ecstatic, I unleash a joyous groan As I ran through the streets of Milan, I began to develop a plan: Let’s be a collective clan, be gone with hate and just do the best we can. I feel the heat in this high-pressured life, I’m frying in the pan, please let’s cool each other down, let’s turn on the fan. I don’t want to run away from it all, I had the opportunity to go to Japan, with Suzanne, in a van, and get a tan, but I said: No thanks, I want to stay, I want to help man. Before going on to see my kin in Turin, I had to stop off in Naples to buy some staples, and upon my late arrival, my brother asked: Where have you bin? I explain to him the best that I could, but on the train I’d been drinking gin and that it was something that he’d have to take on the chin. At this, he started to grin, he’s always been one to quickly forgive sin. That’s the advantage of having a twin, they stick with you through thick and thin. He was just happy to see my face, for now the partying could begin. What a night! The loud, disco din had put me in a spin and sent shivers through my skin, whenever I come visit, I always end up in a win. My final stop was to see a merchant in Venice, although when I got there, I believe that I had mistook his premise. He was dressed in his red and black sport-wear, looking like Dennis the Menace and he’d made me travelled across the country for a lousy game of tennis! I was bitterly disappointed. Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve ended this poem wittily!

 

 

 

 

 


Laconic

  • ISBN: 9781370238033
  • Author: A Naturalbeing
  • Published: 2016-10-05 03:35:07
  • Words: 3655
Laconic Laconic