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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Double Positive
All I could see...
Was a fun and fear-filled...
Fantasy...
I just didn’t see you...
Standing there...
Calm and bare,
But...
When my resolution...
Strengthened,
You gradually, began...
To appear.
And when you...
Both...
Spoke to me...
You told me:
I had a Sister...
And you told me:
I had a Lover...
I just didn’t see...
You...
Standing there
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Sister-In-Arms
When we are called...
When one day we line up side-by-side, again...
When we have to take that stand,
Even when you have my back,
I’ll not have to look in the glass of your eyes,
For I’ll have no qualms,
I’ll always know I can count on you,
My Sister,
For your love spoke to me so true,
In my arms.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Finding Earth
There’s a loveliness, a character, a whole new world I need to explore,
And my firm Earth,
My strong heart,
I’m so sure
She’s calmly waiting there
To give up Her secrets to me.
Open as a question...
Deep to soak up all my static energy,
My peace, my pillow,
My promise,
I’ll wrap Her so warmly,
My Love will warm Her winter care.
Don’t worry,
I’ll give you no further cause for despair...
This time’s for good,
I’ll never let you down
Any more harshly...
I’ll no longer be feeling sorry
At the intensely smooth purity
Of your frown.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
The Gate
I pulled shut the gate behind me
And watched it slowly swing to,
But I tell you:
It will never catch,
And I’m not the last to find it’s ajar...
That strange day,
Despite my wounds, I walked away
Feet cushioned afloat on the air.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Fixed
Oh your fix has fixed me up like none before,
And now I’m through...
The strength in me is growing more and more.
Your cloud has just rained pure silver
And streaked so attractively and delicately through my hair.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
My Sister’s Silver Sixpence
You’ve never tried to take the cowardly compensator’s coin - from the hard-lined face of this stiff and empty palm,
But left me stood to sourly suck and savour - on the silver of the sickness of my slighted slant experience.
Oh, I’ll treasure it, I’ll shine it,
But I’ll never go to spend it,
This forever-to-remind-me of what metal cannot buy,
This token-to-dig-deeper to a gold without a why.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
The Last Card!
Or
Iz It Coz I Iz White?!
I want you...
To call me...
Every white cock-sucking mother-fucking bastard white rat-faced snivelling cunt that ever crawled under this earth's scorching sun!
I want you...
To relieve your lifelong load of p-corrected hatred onto this no-good nigger-loving piece of no-one!
I want you...
To know
That my sole and simple response will then be...
To softly serenely splutter...
"Wrong!"
I want you...
To know
I'm so grateful to you...
When my sorry old head caught afire at your pace...
For deigning to piss on my pathetic pale face!
I want you...
To open the sluice, let the deluge come, let the turbines spin...
Set the light-burning dynamo switch to "on".
I want you...
Never to close those damming gates, never to fill
To the dangerous brim again
And never more spill
Your empowering precious enlightening pain.
I want you...
To know
That I'll not report you to any Authority race-con equality life-suppressing self-serving scum...
And aside from Them...
I'll not even be going a grassing you up...
To dear old Mum!
(Not that she'd give a flying multicultural squeak from Tony Vam-Bliar's Bat's air-tight bum!)
I want you...
To bathe with me...
In the fluctuating flood of passion's pure naturally draining stream.
I want you...
To know
That I've never gained the altitude...
To condescend to your justified...magic...marvellous...mesmerising...
Maniacal Attitude!
I want you...
To know
You've met your match...
That I'm your pair,
That there's no restraining latch...
And absolutely...
No catch!
I want you...
To turn your last card...
It can only be one!...
Because
You've never dared give reason...
For your headstrong chicken-hearted love-repelling run!
I want you...
To feel...
As good as new...
To get the right deal...
And
Guess what?...
I want you!!!
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
What You Got?
Let’s see...what you got...
Don’t care...if it’s not...what I got...
Don’t care...if it’s...the opposite...
Only care...if you got...what it takes...
To argue...
It!
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Am I?
Am I...
A hider...
Or a seeker?
Am I...
A heavy-weight...
Brother...
Or...his pathetic-ly...
Light...little...friend?
Am I...a player...
Or...a game...player?
Am I...
A...contributor...
Or...a...consumer?
Am I...a creator...
Or...a...destroyer?
Am I...using...others...
Or...am I...using...my talents?
Am I...Rosa?...
Am I...worthy...
To pick up...
The glove...
Which she dropped...
And wear it?
Am I...
A good fit?
Or am I...
Just...
A sucker?
Am I...
The one...who sits firm...on a right...
Sets...the right...standard...
Or...am I...
The eternal...walker...
The demons-trator...
The actress...
The empty noise...silenced...
The beggar...of rights?
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Waving
I know in my heart that this wave
Will always travel between our shores
Back-and-forth
Back-and-forth
Back-and-forth
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Mould Yourself
If I’ve ever tried to mould your mind...
Then I’ve been wrong...
But my bad tuning
Never can excuse the
Disharmonic shrillness spoiling sweet-to-sad
In your own song.
Mould yourself...my Darling...
Not something I can do...
And when you’re good and done...
Come...let me tell you
Just...what shape...you’re in...
True...if I could mould myself...complete...correct...
I’d not invade...that sanctity...of your...free space...
But can you...fill it?...
Melt down...accept...the entirety...of your...given face?
No half-half, Baby...whole for one...
Can’t cool in the shade...and worship the sun...
Go ahead...
Craft that mould...alone...
Maybe...one day...we’ll both...work it well...
Cast-may-touch-to-cast...again...
All I know is...I’ve loved your mould...from the day...
I was born...
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Back To Base
Been away
Been on the wrong page
But in the right story
Been in Anansi’s web
But it broke, but it broke
I peeked into another world
Saw a message
It said: “I am no smily Dr Law”
It said: “Go, go, go...”
So I went to where the answers grow...
And I picked a red flower
Someone crushed it under the pestle
Touched the juice to my lips...and my tongue
And it was strong...strong... strong I say...
Two days I felt calm, almost three,
Four was absurd...
Finally so sick, then so well...
I watch a disabled boy play with earth in the park
We enjoy the warm sunshine of a spring afternoon
His younger brother sits next to me on the bench
He has many questions
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Finding It
I search for it
I feel it
Seems, slips out
From under my finger
I try again
And now I have it...
It becomes easier to find
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Seconds Out
That was a strong one...
It pushed me so deep under...
I thought I was gone...
But I was just out...
Breathe, relax and submit to the pain...
And let the poison drain through...
Admit access to the truth...
Talk, eat...
Sleep, sleep and sleep
And then wake to a summer’s day...
Chilled, calm...
Ready to enjoy life afresh...
Take some seconds out
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
More To You
I may not go...there...where I know you...
I may only go...where...I can only...imagine you...
And the beauty...of your sunrise...
Which I want
To see...
With you
And feel...
On my skin
And hear...
How sweet
The waking bird...
Can sing...
Reality...
Always
Beats...
The Fantasy...
When
You have...
A
Dream
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Different Horoscopes?!
Oh, yes...your private life and relationships...
You’ve always known your way around...
Each one judged by its quality...not its longevity...
Learning, learning all the time...never a doubt...
But me...no idea...permanent private prison...no progress...
Until recently...a little growth in friendship...
From old seeds...fertilized by professional confidence...
As business becomes pleasure...
Oh, no...your public career...what a long dissatisfaction...
Though you’re now...developing ideas...
From long-held kernels...germinated by personal confidence...
As pleasure becomes business...
But me...public life and work...I always knew the way out...
Might look a mess...but I knew when I was stuck...
Freedom from public Authority...the aim...
Job by job...day by day...surer and surer...
Grow what is good...
Grow your own...
Confidence!
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Whose Authority?
Everyday you go to your...Authority...
From a Dearer...authority...
And everyday I’ll question your...Authority...
But I’ll never be your...Authority...
Because my...authority...
Is not your...authority...
Everyday you serve an...Authority...
Which is not a true...authority...
And everyday you risk your life to reach this...Authority...
But this...Authority...
Is a life-consuming...Authority...
Not a life-giving...authority...
When will you take your own...authority?
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
You Always Knew
You knew my fear...
From many a year...
You left me free to choose the way
Which led me further and further astray,
You told me to...“Go and get some experience”...
Watched me labour,
Ached as I dismantled pyramids of common sense...
You let me build a mountain in the air
And climb its high-to-heaven-taxing peak
To find the absolute of nothing there...
You felt my pain when Love’s lost trail
Iced cruelly over in the cold...
You always knew that first I had to fail
And gave libation
With those streaming tears...of Africa...
Discovered why...
The Eye of Ethiopia
Would never dry...
And why...
Its Nile would run forever blue...
You had me so secure...but weak
In darkness in your deepest in your tightest hold
But unprovoked...you granted me the greatest...Human favour
Of them all...the fear...of unenforced...emancipation...
You always knew
What fear of Love would make me do
You always knew
I had to find the field where flowers of peace still grew
You always knew
That Love alone could bring me back to you
You always knew
That real steps are simple...sensed...and short...and few...
You always knew
You had to stand where Love was ever...ever...ever true...
You always knew...
I had to come to you...
You always knew
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Five For Alive
Little hours
Little boys
Little gun
Little pocket
Little fear
Little shame
Little transaction
Little lives
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
In Trouble!
Oh brother, are you in trouble!
Believe me, Baby, when I catch up with you...
You’re gonna be a riding some right real drenching rapids...
All the way down into the old estuary!
And getting into bends like you’ve never imagined!
Oh boy, are you gonna get reimbursement!
Even though me foot’s sore, me spirit drained,
Exhausted in body, mind and emotion,
Soul destroyed...at least times four!
Footed it twice!
Driven to drink and drugs!
And me money spent!
I’m lucky I ain’t been arrested for loitering...
On railway stations and around people’s houses!
I lost me sense of humour a fortnight ago
And let me tell you, it’s gonna take some finding!
Yeah man, there’s gonna be One heap of ripples
Travelling across that old lake!
And the airport express won’t be making no stops!
There’s gonna be Angels crying in heaven, Darling...
When I get a hold of you!
You wanna look into my eyes?
You’ll be lucky, sweetie-pie!
But you’ll be seeing sunrises
And sunsets like never before!
That nursery rhyme you’re sitting on?
Might get a bit bumpy!
Grrrr!
How that brilliant multi-layered-multi-faceted thing!
Has all but destroyed me!
Oh, don’t worry, Baby,
There ain’t gonna be no cross words!
Cos I don’t do’em...not for years upon years, hell!
I figure it like this, one’s got curves,
The other’s straight!
You’re not different?
You’re just wicked!
No-one touches you, no-one comes even close!
You really take the biscuit, Baby!
And you know which brand!
I’m knackered!
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
