Again I write in my book of pearls
I write a garden on the page,
Birds, butterflies, and suddenly an orchard!
And next a blood red sun.
I didn't write the orchard, or the blood red sun.
If I did not write them. Who did?
Quickly I write a fluffy white cloud, behind it is?
A black creepy shape. Well come on creepy black thing,
I'm ready for you.
The Cast Chant
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Creepy, creepy black thing,
Swish, swish and away with you.
Creepy, creepy black thing,
Swish, swish and away with you!
Damn and blast!! Away with you!!
Tushie 1995
(From my play)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
BENEATH THE COVERS
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| 'Doodle Pondering the Problems' By Trish |
Behind them as well.
If I were to let my mind wander, where would it go?
But there it is, I can't bear to do that, ah, if only I could.
What is it that lurks in the shadows?
Sometimes, when I've dared to lift the edge of the,
Black curtain, it has not been a matter of,
What, I saw, but rather, of what I felt.
There was a strange hot-icy-cold sense of?
Its touch, made me pull away,
It touched me a second time, again I pulled away.
The hot ice heat was so fierce,
I became drenched with sweat.
The drops trembled upon my skin,
Then rolled, fell and spread,
Into a mighty flood, that washed me out to sea.
I floundered amidst boiling giant waves,
Then was drawn into, a whirlpool,
That sucked me down, down under the sea.
Down, down I went, and down further again.
Madness looms large in these hurricane of emotions.
What else can account for all that I feel and see?
When I dare to lift the corner of the dusty black curtain,
That lurks in the shadows. Those under my eyes,
And behind them as well.
Tushie 1991
What else can
Monday, May 7, 2012
THE MIRROR
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| Distraught Woman' by Trish 1995 |
And stared into my face for a long time.
I said to my image, 'Right or wrong?, left or right?
That's when the other face, crept up over my right shoulder,
Then up over my left shoulder,
Hissed into my ears 'You are crazy, and always will be.'
The words dissolved in my blood, flowed in its life stream,
Pulsed day and night. Finally, it became my mantra.
The Chant
You're a crazy person,
Your a crazy person,
You're a crazy person .
You always will be ,
You always will be,
You always will be.
Sometimes my incantation was a loud chant,
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| 'Dismal Honey' by Trish 1995 |
But it never varied in in its constancy,
It never left me alone.
Although I prayed it would.
One dream night, I heard a weird sort of cry, it cried out,
'You have to make your way,
Through the devotee spirits,
They have very poor eyesight,
But make up for the lack with exquisite hearing.'
Tushie 1994
THE WHISPER
With a mighty heave, she threw the mask out to sea,
Watched it bob a jerky journey, to the depths of
The green water world.
Just before the mask disappeared, she heard the whisper,
'I love you.'
Watched it bob a jerky journey, to the depths of
The green water world.
Just before the mask disappeared, she heard the whisper,
'I love you.'
A CHANGE OF MIND
Glad to hear you're successful, wish you all the best,
How am I doing? weeeell, I just couldn't stand the test.
The needs of so many people, and their important affairs,
To tell you the truth in the end, I just didn't care.
Whether attending a function fit for a king or a queen,
In all honesty, I may as well have been seated in a public latrine.
It's something in the mind or emotions, so I heard them say,
To put it simply, a few nuts and bolts seem to have gone astray.
Things no longer function, just the way they once would,
What I wonder is, with so much so wrong, why I feel so bloody good!
Tushie 1980
How am I doing? weeeell, I just couldn't stand the test.
The needs of so many people, and their important affairs,
To tell you the truth in the end, I just didn't care.
Whether attending a function fit for a king or a queen,
In all honesty, I may as well have been seated in a public latrine.
It's something in the mind or emotions, so I heard them say,
To put it simply, a few nuts and bolts seem to have gone astray.
Things no longer function, just the way they once would,
What I wonder is, with so much so wrong, why I feel so bloody good!
Tushie 1980
SHE SAID
She said,
'In one night I received the gift of a brand new world.
The gift was handed to me, wrapped in a mist of silken cloth.
Letters whispered across the white sound of silk, they said, 'This is yours to keep,
Guard it well'.
I ran from one place to another, to show what has fallen into my hand's.'
Said, 'Look at what I have been given, I can't believe my luck.
They stared at me as if I were mad. And as I looked into their cold, hard eyes,
I feared perhaps I was. But then, my gift gleamed and vibrated such wonderful mystery,
Such marvelous color, and I decided, I simply would never doubt, the wonder of my gift,'
Tushie 1985
'In one night I received the gift of a brand new world.
The gift was handed to me, wrapped in a mist of silken cloth.
Letters whispered across the white sound of silk, they said, 'This is yours to keep,
Guard it well'.
I ran from one place to another, to show what has fallen into my hand's.'
Said, 'Look at what I have been given, I can't believe my luck.
They stared at me as if I were mad. And as I looked into their cold, hard eyes,
I feared perhaps I was. But then, my gift gleamed and vibrated such wonderful mystery,
Such marvelous color, and I decided, I simply would never doubt, the wonder of my gift,'
Tushie 1985
FRIENDS OF MINE
There's a little band of folk, I often go to see,
They make me feel special, sort of proud of me.
There's Dave, delicate as a fairy's web,
And, Rex, fierce in his Indian head dress.
There's Eddy, who touches the earth so lightly, when he can,
He bubbles with secrets of mirth, he's a natural child man.
There's beautiful Jane, Zoe, and Micheal the angel boy,
These are the people I call, my precious band of joy.
Tushie 1992
They make me feel special, sort of proud of me.
There's Dave, delicate as a fairy's web,
And, Rex, fierce in his Indian head dress.
There's Eddy, who touches the earth so lightly, when he can,
He bubbles with secrets of mirth, he's a natural child man.
There's beautiful Jane, Zoe, and Micheal the angel boy,
These are the people I call, my precious band of joy.
Tushie 1992
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