dester 'lovelost' brown

Let the heavens fall down,

let god play the clown,

i stand here,i frown.

for in love did i drown!

And now i wear a crown

as the king of Fools town,

Dester 'love lost' Brown !!


:-(

 

Memory is Life

Memory is life. It is always carried by groups of living people,and therefore it is in permanent evolution. It is subject to the dialectics of remembering and forgetting,unaware of it's successive deformations,open to all kinds of use and manipulation. Sometimes it remains latent for long periods,then suddenly revives. History is the always incomplete and problematic reconstruction of what is no longer there. Memory always belongs to our time and forms a lived bond with the eternal present;history is a representation of the past.

-Pierre Nora,Les lieux de la memoire. 1984

? random jottings in season

there is rain and there is the cold,

it all strikes as a warm deal to me,

that i wake today with cold feet,

and fully clad for a change!

i've to feel good today feel right,

half-way through this journey,

tired like a sloth after a marathon,

with feet aching and a heart not willing.

there is an urgency to be a name,

a fight might ensue to do someone's billing,

the odds are not good,but they never were,

everybody loves a dark horse,wish i was one.

Vera Lynn

Vera Lynn,do you remember me?

Remember how i wept,by the aisle?

Left with a note of love,n a heart so lost,

And the tears of waiting all this while,

and ever,have all but bled this life away.

Vera Lynn,do you remember love?

Remember how the spring flowered us?

Realised did you before i, all is lost?

If a heart so vagabond was yours,why?

Did it suit your fancy to break a man?

Vera all i have is a song of love,

Vera all i made is money and how?

Vera your song has me fame,

Vera but tell me what will i do,

Now that you are in tune with another?



-might be,just might be incomplete! and Vera Lynn the name is and just the name is from the floyd song Vera Lynn!

bird 'o

my rose of eternal arab perfume magic,

one dreams of ecstasy filled purple rage,

as long the night so is the flame o' wick,

fight me,tender as suede i feel the rave,

this love in my time is as midnight ticks.

let the blindness come,let there be a fall..

there is no winter,there is eternal spring,

listen to the stream,are we on the edge?

endless is the flight,to the stars tell ye,

i ask what potion did i drink from ye?

as i walk in fields of crimson heaven!

on a tree,by a forest

she smells of pure english lavender,

she's a woman above all to a man

the birds you see,'em all flock to her,

the flowers they carpet her land

her virgin dance her love song,

her golden hair her lapiz lazulli eyes

brought the mighty to their knees,

brought the princes to the woods

none who saw her,saw the plains again,

none who fell in love,spoke a word again

it's a secret garden,it's a forest open,

it's been a century,we last heard of the men!

torment.

further my soul,further my whims!

gather my lust,gather my chains,

father my dreams,father my children,

rubber my piston,rubber my reputation!

later my love,later my demons,

lesser my desire,lesser my libido,

forever my name,forever my shame!

sooner my war,sooner my death,

longer my pain,longer my lineage,

never my bow,never my servitude!

honour my wish,honour my ash.