Gravity is not a force it is an energy with in.
energy with in can be large or small
small and large are concepts
concepts are not explainable
explainable is not an answer
an answer is not an end
an end can not be finished
nothing can be finished
finished is a concept like gravity
gravity can be a situation
So the lockdown is over and you can dance! Ha... abba's mamma mia was played and people got up and danced it was stopped because it was too rowdy. What the white shoe brigade from Cult Canberra is still in control. If you want to dance you will have to join the PINK FOOTBALL DANCE CLUB AND WEAR PINK FOOTBALL JOURSIES.The blokes have to be circumcised to entre the floor. The women must wear rainbow colours in there hair and take steroids. they played non dance music all night and I left because of boredom. It was one song better than New Years Eve, great work by the organisers. Better luck next year when all will be on the dole and work of any description will be banned.
New and forbidding love of a woman in love
the touch of our eyes in a dance of the mind
struck in the moment of illusion created by mind
two in a dance of something of wishes and hopes
drawn along by the moment of crazy yes crazy
moments of now and never of nothing seen or not
Now in embrace the skies of the full moon night
shining with the dark of the nothingness of time and lust
never or now love you and your way to nothingness of death.
Love is wet with rain on a moon of darkness
following the tentacles of the mad man cupid
home with out the love of cloudy skies of life
war of the gods of my mind travelled alone yes
offspring of a moment of craziness of the kiss..
love the elusive emotion of life with the blue
Stars of loneliness stripes of love and the feel red moon
sorry for the endless friendship with out the colour of black
for tomorrow is the night of your love gone bye
you and you mind altering toxic love of my mind
elusive happiness you promise but have never delivered
to hell with love and happiness elusive and grand nothing.
You can not do the things I've done
you have not the knowledge of the fun
killing the germ of stupidity stick it up your bum
I wear my mask with out a strap and the killing of a son
my where my when I do not know the words will never come
so who am I the writers prose the lessons of my mum
to be so kind and lost forever my mind is always numb
to hell with the dooms day race you will never be so dumb
the shinning light of a star filled moon dreams are yet to come
Gleaming and shine the sky filled night it is reality for but one
My english teacher dumb bastard he, crippled me for years someone
They quenched my thirst for learning, and drove me far begone.
The given facts of nothing have streamed upon my soul
given to the world when nothing I behold
The time of yester year removed from the bold
nothing is as real again as nothing that grows cold.
Grieving gods of richidness lapping in the sky
given to the elbow man the blanking of an eye
dawning of a yesterday the flying of a fly
loving of a pound or two the making of a cry
