The Philosopher's Other Stone

let the surf wash over you
bathe in the cooling wave
as it clashes onto the shore

take from the endless ocean
all the calm it will give you
rejoice, live again, be relieved

I need poetry to say what I mean.

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your ipod/phone/itunes/media player and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. (One rule: no skipping)

Tagged by Amy (lovaboxa)

Fine, here we go:

Simon Warner - Wake up the Street
Motörhead - The Claw
The Saw Doctors - N17
Queensryche - Suite Sister Mary
Fiddler’s Green - Irish Airman
In Extremo - Herr Mannelig
Heroes Del Silencio - El Cuadro
Bruce Dickinson - Gypsy Road
Die Ärzte - Unrockbar
Annie Lennox & David Bowie - Under Pressure (live)
Iron Maiden - Run Silent, Run Deep
Rammstein - Reise, Reise
Guano Apes - Close to the Sun
Marillion - Jigsaw
Big Country - Porroh Man
Twisted Sister - The Price
Capercaillie - Coisich A Ruin
Fallout Boy & John Mayer - Beat It
Live - Rattlesnake
The Brandos - Gettysburg

It’s only a tiny bit of the spectrum, but there you have it.

I pick:


today’s a day for
fashionable wet looks

the one way out
of all the heat

and it’s so easy
for all to achieve

just stick your head
under the cold water tap


rinse and repeat

busy bees racing
bustling and rustling

busy bees chasing
bumbling and jostling

busy bees forgetting
what they were going to say

busy bees embracing
the remains of the day

I need poetry to say what I mean.

did you send me the rain
as a sign of good will
dowsing the blistering heat
providing for a cool evening

even if it was only by chance
it worked like a charm
made the weather and all
so much more bearable

give a gift
of kindness
and surprise
the recipient
see dark clouds
go up in thin air
and don’t forget
to return the smile
you’ll receive

sheltered mouths
would like to kiss
if only
they could
they would

but it is not to be

alas! alas!
we’ll never see
sheltered mouths
in reverie

when you’re in the dark
and feel adrift with woe
remember tomorrow
is another day
a day as yet un-made
and un-determined
we never know
what tomorrow brings
it just might be
all for the better
but we need to live
to see it happen
and with friendship
to strengthen us
we can take it on
and face it all
while we listen
to the laughter
of clowns in the sky

the blaze of the summer furnace
evaporated, disappeared

shining sun exchanged
for darkened clouds ubiquitous

temperature drops all the way
summer heat plays dead

instant rain, sudden deluge
all is wet within seconds

and yet, relieved from sweat
dry and inside, we are at ease

land of charcoal

competing skills of broilery
henchmen and -women
at the blazing brazier
where fiery doom impends
upon assorted meats and veg
relished, condimental
mental is as mental does
sparks fly from spice administered
we hunger for these roast enticements
palatable and palpable
from grubby mitts purloined
and sirloin’s for another day
today the barbie’s cue is all
insinceriously, it’s all good fun
this grilling spree we’re on
the beer is chill, and ain’t we all

upheaval in the conifers
shaking, rustling, stirring

the day is down
and night will fall
fluttering wings
and screeching calls

shadowy swarming flyers
ominous and out of grasp

the dusk is come
surrounding all
and darkness is
upon the halls

uncanny and mysterious
race bats at dusk