doodlebug

The bear and the beast
In the black and white borderland
Brace themselves for civilized contact
Rapt and trapped in neutral
Sizey spiky snickering stars
Share laugh enhancing looks
On the bench of expert books
While half-forgotten white explosions
Light a languid rainbow state

play

Finneaston,
St Germain,
Icy margarita,
In the pouring rain.
OKGo,
With the glowstick flow,
Flickerstick,
Marmalade,
Geometric show.
Starlight shadowboxing,
Tigers eyes.
Whirpool wisdom,
Surfing with light lies.
Farside, hotride,
Night sky, high life.
Lumberjack, aces low,
Limerick, glimmerslow.
Shuttle bus.
Tentacle.
Time.

weekinout

sometimes geckos know the way
to truth and light and play
on belligerent Monday
oh yay

every womble's leaving town
turn your frown upside down
it's Tudor Tuesday
oh yay

don't go stamping your hind feet
just because you missed the meet
on hill-top Wednesday
oh yay

evil eyes flashed all around
startle six feet underground
for zany Thursday
oh yay

fuck-you very much my friend
go clog up a clean u-bend
any forlorn Friday
oh yay

dapper dependents draw you over
fill your gaping mouth with moldy clover
by blue Saturday
oh yay

sanguine sleepless slave driver
telepathic rough rider
no Sunday
oh yay

Insomnia, Insomnia

hollowteeth ripple-jaw
crossed-ankle eyelid sore
crack-knuckle crick-neck
trip-toes stumbly deck
insomnia, insomnia
i lovehate, lovehate you so
insomnia, insomnia
dont ever, please let me go
no slow morning glide
groggy foggy waking
sharp life quick tide
day breaks for the taking
jumble words on clarity toast
darkling crystal clear
letters tumbling thoughtlessly
breezey keys beloved most

Pancakes

something is burning
what have i forgotten?
nobody is learning
anything anymore
panic and jumping
falling and crawling
feet being found
beep-beep all around
alarum a-ringing
laughter and singing
smoke and charcoal
no-worries now
basically
seriously
literally
idiotically
pancakes

Light Night

Late nights and light nights,
Seem to last a lifetime.
Gotta love the silent realm,
It's all, all mine.
Ticking boxes on the list,
Music in the palm.
Cocky catching stick spins,
Do a wrist some harm.
Nothing on the telly,
Nothing in the belly.
Hungry and bored,
But loving green cord.
Gossip in my ears,
Gossipless outside.
Fat Beth sounds good,
I'll sail on this tide.
Ho - oh - no - yo.
See - be - free - key.
Philiharmonicovivididdy.
Yeah!

Making Tracks

Tyre tracks on soaking ground,
Silence breaks thrumming sound.
Streaking through miserable weather,
Faster, faster, hell-for-leather.
Gamble life and love on a tyre,
Sparks and metal, fuel and wire.
One mistake and we're spinning,
Stunned, forgot the race we're winning.
Flips and rolls and crash and crack,
How easy would it be to look back,
Desperate, distraught,
But most of all alone.
In the back of my mind this fear's a grower,
I know you love speed,
But please drive a little slower.

A Quick Ending

Kisses settle on my face,
Distracting me from a silent place.
Looking for some words to show,
Quite how happy this space feels.
Tricky buttons keep her fumbling,
Trailing kises send me tumbling,
Typos wipe an I an M,
Demands, demands, call finish now.

Freshening

Looking for a way to say hello,
To say goodbye. To feel a glow,
To feel a freedom half forgotten.
Lost on a lake's weedy bottom,
'Mongst cobwebs of radom and rant.

Groping softly, fulla tender care.
Following whimsy here'n'there,
Everywhere it settles squarely.
Never nearly finishing fairly.
Whimsy guts the guide.

Recent words spring up and on,
Tickles a recoil, make it gone.
Cosy up in secluded hut,
That floats serene over gluey rut.
Breath the clean air in now.

Ride the current on an even keel,
Grant the instant power to heal,
Stoke the fire of slumbering zeal,
Facilitate all that you feel,
And write, write, forever write.

Standing Up To Be Counted

I do not aim with my hand.
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my Eye.

I do not shoot with my hand.
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my Mind.

I do not kill with my hand.
He who kills with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my Heart.
--The Gunslinger's Catechism, by Stephen King

Ka is a wheel and everything must turn with it.

I, Cloudscaper, am an author.
I am young and striving to improve my words.
Youth fades but this striving shall not.

Ka is a wheel and everything comes back around.

I, Cloudscaper had a blog that I let die.
I lost the joy of crafting things there.
I felt constrained by my own expectations.
But now I am ready to cloudscape again.

This is my seventy-seventh entry, but really it is my first.
I made two entries to open this blog, my way of testing the water was fine.
Track 1: Intro
Beach of Lots on a Love
And then I moved in.
I brought a lot of cloudscapes with me, particulars I've become somewhat attached to.
Seventy-four. More than I was expecting.

I unpacked in reverse order, posting my newest scapes first and moving backwards in time.
Most are from the last four years, some a little older.
The order's muddled in places.
Dates don't really matter.

They're fragments of being.
Ways that I was.
Moments I just had to scape.

Having them here gives me a great sense of self.
Where I've come from. How I am. What I'll want.

This is a new blog, for a new year.
Say 'Happy New Year'.

Whispers

A square. A seat. A leaping swan.
To fly. My Blood. From swansong's meet.
Dead meat. My love. En echo's hare.
Stay seared. Above. Liberated throng.
Sharp heels. Bright lights. Via angel's wing.
Wee toke. Young blood. From angels spring.
Perch high. Square crown. From a needle prick.
Dark love. Fly high. Take your crown of gold.

Pretty Dante

Darkness coils over butterfly dreams.
Soundless art. Look at my Queens.
Where demons fall, angels fear to tread,
For a dark red woman holds court.
In a sparrow’s thought find starlight.
In a lynx’s scheme find death.

Sweating Bricks

I am at home is a world which howls at the moon.
If the door isn't working then it will be soon.
Why wait? Why hate? Blue skies bring tears.
Don't hate. Please wait. It's the moon I fear.
I throw sweating bricks at an ancient gloom.
Fast cars. Everlasting love my dear.
That warm fuzzy glow is impending doom.

Don't Fuck With Me

weather battered
weather scorned
this book is my one true first born
in evolution find third sight
in darkness only dream of light
for in a wish
and on a wing
my love's true tongue will daybreak bring
this is my writ
my decree
i swear by that which you aren't me
to tools
down arms
for peace is a drug
to strike
on war
for saviour's thugs
go under ground if fear is not your friend
an eye for an eye says righteous shall not bend
there are those that will
and those that wont
those that kill
and those that don't
for those that wont and dont i say
sweep your backpath at the break of day
if you don't jest
and are truly scared
lay on the stairs
head back
throat bared
third sight
break night's
evolutionary fight
take fright
douse white
evolutionary flares

Gig Poem

churning
diving
swooping
skiving
for a bliss
sweet music’s kiss
an ache’s a beat your heart has won
from fiendish jabs
from worthless scum
this pit
this hole
it took your mind
your every will
to fight to find
so don’t be sad
don’t be in pain
please don’t be glum
don’t break your chain
that rattle and creak is fully earned
through foes left floored
and faces burned.

The Soldier People

They live on hunger.
Making the 'no's yes.
They live by night.
Creeping through dim light.
They live in warrens.
Deep holes of cramped stress.
They live for hate.
Loving the dark of fate.

Unsettled

Queens and Kings come out to play,
The Jockey Club fly home.
On a very different day,
There was a very different Rome.
There was a sheep, a flock, a boy,
Who could not sleep for want of new,
Adventures in a foreign land;
Unplanned he'd reprimand his view.

Burnt Pencil

Gettin' over it.
Movin' on an' on.
Scatchin' heels on burning ground.
Down the drowning clown.
Green shots down,
Tubular bells.
While Nemesis sleeps,
Caveman dwells.
Limited, in time and space.
A crushing, gasping, choke,
Of Breath from newborn lungs, it was,
Took while silence spoke.
For every bullet in the gun,
There's two birds in the bush.
And every bird that's in the hand,
Puts bullets into man.
A twisted core of,
Fire-wire can,
In looking see,
Far more than men,
From ages past,
Could pray to Hogs,
To dream again.
Run you dogs.

Thin Blue Man

Kick this can,
Very, very, far,
Tall thin blue man,
From the black car.
Can you kick this can?
Can you kick it far?
You tall thin strange blue man,
From the scary, big black car.
I'm asking if you can kick it, son?
Tell me can you kick it very far?
'Cos when the tall man, from the black car,
Can kick this shit, we won't get all that far.

Shitting Razorblades

With a whispered air there's a broken stream,
Which the mutant man gives an awesome scorn.
An emboldened mind breathes a noble dream,
But a filthy, blackened, creature's born.
Feelings reverberate amongst the pledges,
To Quest of Quests stopping red scorn dead.
Creatures gather 'round Quest's ragged edges,
With flames of passion burning dead ahead.
A million ants clash red and black and silent,
Battles as per angels perched way up high.
On the ground it's deep and dark and violent,
As creatures and pledges scream, bleed and die.
To whit we come to the moral of our story,
Quests for noble causes bring death, not glory.

Six Days

As cloak draws shut and startled diamonds fly,
While silent kisses soften whispered love,
A million couples gazing at the sky,
Do wish on wishes dancing up above.
A fluttering of colour bathes white walls,
And faces deep in staring take reprieve.
Some way to reassure the truth still calls,
So lovers wrap arms tight and never leave.
The music plays it's soft and soulful part,
Red lantern shines on scribbling writer's hand,
Thoughts of beauty soothe a lonely heart,
Whose twin is in a distant frightful land.
No more a suiting gift could I then find,
Than I for you thrice, body, heart, and mind.

Introduction To Programming

Though dazed he yawns,
Through crazy days,
And phased-in dawning,
Or intolerable praise.
Blue suns in fading skies,
Help blue jays reach dizzy highs.
Precise, defined, a variable display,
A geometric pattern of decay.
Mesmeric and spherical,
Ticket-tape (incredible!)
Every dog will have it's God-damn day.

Introduction To An Exit

The white man sings a siren's song.
Dry palms urge for orange's black.
Mannequin's stare ahead, solid rapt.
The grass is greener outside the crack.

Life Cycles

Watching shit move
Hearing these tunes
Feeling this groove
Some good shit fumes
Send over this smile
Dispute breaks out
Walk the long mile
Cannot prove nowt
Reboot your mind
Feed us the need
Sellout your kind
Plead us to bleed
Pontificate
Or Replicate

Contrast High

Illuminate in crystal light those blades,
Trunks, and bodies, so perfectly formed.
True. Spotlight in memory,
Stoney King's gaping jaw.
The bobble if the ball's across the lawn.
Companionship, a heady bliss.
A lethal high. The rebel's first,
Gentle kiss. Monsters bright in garish red,
Hounding children.
Black and small.
Friends are here. Now worries now.

Like A Wind

Three nobodies, all bristling with pride,
In Robertstown, suburban hell, repose,
With for their lives naught but an unsaid chide,
As fate's slick shards bring common to a close.
These men feel destiny creep slowly nigh,
As like a shadow, drawn tight as a cape.
Misunderstood and malcontent, they cry,
To pleasant men who shut scared eyes to hate.
But hate won't turn to loving joy when shunned,
Nor slowly fade away and fall apart,
But grows and burns, a super-nova sun,
Which cannot stop until it pierce the heart.
Our men give in to shady slick shard's scheme,
And more will follow this infectious suburb dream.

The Latest Truth

On silent days, we walk this silent land,
O'er which both friends and foe do nightly fight.
Great Lords do go to war for common man;
Contented men but wallow in their plight.
As bust men do that which makes them great,
Their serpent pet does on it's lonesome play,
With common man's early earmarked fate,
And as it's masters work it's forked tongue slays.
Contented men when stopped to think to balk,
As fatal thoughts from fearful brows do spring.
Through gauntlets, set for flight, do they then walk,
And comment on the wisdom of their King.
The eve call close contented watchers face,
The Serpent Beast is here to take it's place.

Hope Less

fickle mother fuckers cannot last the whole dark night.
screaming for the pain to come and cleanse them of their right,
to retribution,
to repercussions,
and to various other things.
they whisk away around the world on oil covered wings.
some men try to chase them,
demanding things done true.
most me can't be bothered.
those men are me and you.

Reading '03

A taught bow-string.
An anchored blind.
A waited warmth.
A vaunted weight.
Celebration hails in an ethreal joy.
Spiraled circles from a searchlight sway.
Concreate creations by the broken boy.
While a flock of hearts beat the dawning day.
On an ancient day,
There was an anceint dream,
Of a modern way,
To live a modern scream.
Creative, cool,
Collected, claimed.
Daunted, dallying,
Dazed and drained.
A distance beat of a started craze,
Perfect days.
The natural conclusion,
Of a maze.
A quest awaits completed task,
A banner to rejoice.
A treasure-trove of blissfullness,
A heady bliss of choice.

A Minute Later

And you wish you had not been there,
But there is nothing you can do,
For the things which you have seen there,
And the way that they've touched you.

For you cannot sleep at night,
But you cry and moan all day,
For the things which shy from light,
And they way they're made to pay.

Kill the children,
Of the monsters,
From the cages,
Way out West.

It's the slaughter,
Of the monsters,
In their cages,
I like best.

BodyMindSoul

Gifted children waving streamers,
Made of tissue, made of bends,
To celebrate the waking dreamers,
Slow reunion with friends.
Somewhere else a clock is ticking,
Counting seconds left to live,
Somewhere else a mind is wishing,
For a final change to give.
As you sit and read and write,
As you think your neighbour fit,
As thousands die and hide and fight,
You just couldn't give a shit.

The World Of The Beautiful Girls

Where were you?
Where were you when they forced my fame?
Where were you when the elementals called my name?
I'm amazed you could ever even look me in the eyes again.
Go away.
Go and find a femme fetale with a suicide wish,
Lose your love to tie and bind her while she's on her back.
Lead her back here I'll have an army at my heels,
I'll attack.
You have no concept of what you've done.
Breath in and breath out, kill the chosen one's son.
I had such high hopes for you, but now I see I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
Go find a priest to absolve you.
Get lost in a crowd that ignores you.
Fuck off. I'm not gonna tell you again,
Your envolvement in this story has come to a premature end.

You weren't born alone,
Grown far from home,
Kept in fear of the night,
Fearing what's right,
Kept in room 101,
Eternal purgatory,
Awaits you and she,
For what you've done,
Don't blame me,
It's not my fault,
Your choice was free,
And I never said choose,
Now we all lose.

Welcome to the world of the beautiful girls.

Babies In Mangers

I can’t think of living in whiteness,
Talking of niceness,
Watching all the skittles grow.
Weaving patterns of petals for strangers.
Babies in mangers,
Watching wild people throw,
Skittles at his back,
While she’s in the sack,
In the black.
Twice I’ve dreamt of Kings on their night off,
Waking to a white-wash,
Reaping all the seeds they sow.
Fallen angels struggle for platitudes,
When people find the latitude.
Burning wild crops we grow.
Stab her in the black,
In the back,
Stab her in the back.

Dawn

When the shoe’s on the other foot,
Don’t stop to check it fits.
Carry on regardless,
Death is hardly harmless.
Walking down the bowling alley,
Don’t watch the man in fits.
Keep on striding,
It’s your bare-back their riding.
Lashing out hand and foot,
Don’t wait to see the hits,
Ignore the calling,
All your men have fallen.
Trapped in a blazing alley,
Don’t like the modern hits,
Heed my warning,
A new day is dawning.

Our Final Hope

Relinquish all that you dare hold most dear.
Relinquish all which you think you’ve been through.
Relinquish all what you feign to think as truth.
And we will make a champion of you.
The guildsman tower is torn and burning fast.
The people’s melancholy rage is here.
The hope extinguished with your last gasp.
We need to find a champion in you.
Where pain is nulled by grief will be your camp.
Where angels dice will stain you royal blue.
Where desert tempests break your mind apart.
They will make a champion of you.
When you accept this as your choice, not fate.
Exponential power can be your wealth.
You will lose your dark bitterness and hate.
When, champion, you last commit yourself.

Before The Door

when you are dieing you don't have time to wonder
where all the days have been since now
because you don't know your own memory
how was the life before the door.

i'm standing tall before the enemy
i've strangled men and clubbed their dogs
i've seen the rock that wouldn't roll
now i face the impact of the floor.

you see pictures of the people
who you once left to die alone
then the people turn to ghosting
and the ghosting is through the door.

in my thoughts i have seen you
it's sad because i understand
but now i'll never rescue you
heaven is now under my floor.

don't let the blind-men shephard you
don't be the rock that won't roll
claw, boot, and bite for your hope
the prophet is at your door.