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Dinner Time
Laying on my pillow, my eyes began to drop
A strange ballet, from my day, for me begins to dance
Prancing twirling tasks and errands each have their own part
At dancing pairs I do stare while I slumber deeper
While I slumber deeper the dream begins to change
Little tiny bubbles appear above the stage
All the dancing figures begin to look like me
A little straw begins to draw the dancers into bubbles
The dancers into bubbles completely there enclosed
higher higher do they rise floating to the road
Behind the little bubbles each of them holds me
A great unseen gaping mouth is waiting there to eat
Is waiting there to eat its eyes look on with glee
Bouncing Dancing little bubbles the mouth begins to feed
Crying out with warning to turn them from their fate
From a corner watched in horror none of them are safe
None of them are safe I see the last go down
No more little bubbles are dancing all around
Feeling little comfort not knowing what it means
I'm on the road without my clothes the mouth is after me
The mouth is after me, I run with all my might
Faster faster, do I run not looking back behind
looking out before me I see a sight inane
Little tiny empty bubbles in the road arranged
In the road arranged bubbles block my way
The mouth behind me belches no time for a delay
Completely out of option I run straight on ahead
Plop and Pop zip and zap I do not lose a step
I do not lose a step as I run through each
little tiny bubbles the road is turning steep
looking down behind causing me to slow
In each little bubble a little me has grown
running all the faster fear consumes my mind
Now I understand I'm running out of time
Just so many bubbles given out each day
As I fill them time consumes them here they cannot stay
Here they cannot stay their place is in the past
Now I see my purpose fixing time his snack
My only choice is running time just keeps on coming
Time just keeps on coming the only game in town
Looking for a bubble I'm Hoping one is found
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poetry Poem Time Monday Robin
Reflections
When a woman looks into a mirror she sees a fiction
When she looks into her heart she sees her lover
When she looks into her lover's eyes she sees life and death
Reflection is not wise and is only for the foolish and the strong
When she looks into her heart she sees her lover
When a man looks into a mirror he sees the past
Reflection is not wise and is only for the foolish and the strong
When he looks into his heart he sees his weakness
When a man looks into a mirror he sees the past
When he looks into his lovers eyes he sees who he wishes he were
When he looks into his heart he sees his weakness
Nothing good can come of reflection, better to stay ignorant and happy
When he looks into his lovers eyes he sees who he wishes he were
When she looks into her lover's eyes she sees life and death
Nothing good can come of reflection, better to stay ignorant and happy
When a woman looks into a mirror she sees a fiction
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Reflection Robin
Silent Scream
A stark room without any walls
Sliding slowly deeper inside
As Panic stirs deep in my gut
And darkness chokes my final scream
Sliding slowly deeper inside
Panic's cold explodes in my heart
And darkness chokes my silent scream
Time stops -- eternity in hell
Panic's cold explodes in my heart
I claw at the darkness begging
Time stops -- eternity in hell
All I hear is my silent scream
I claw at the darkness begging
As panic stirs deep in my gut
All I hear is my silent scream
A stark room without any walls
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poetry Poem Dark Depression Robin
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MUSE
Posted On 01/22/2011 06:37:44
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MUSE
She never lets me sleep when I want
Always it is about her needs
Sleeping gently on my pillow
Urgency building in my mind
With her touch color explodes inside me
Imagination takes me everywhere
Without her I'm a billboard on life's road it would seem
Weather stained inanity of the mind
To me a shield from life's sharp glare
Sometimes her loving kiss is pain
The colors building, pressure mounts
Urgency building in my mind
Who cares if others think we are insane
Revolted by the colors of our love
We make love for us let the voyeurs silent remain
Weather stained inanity of the mind
We were ordained it wasn't luck
She is very necessary
Each time we finish, I can't wait
Urgency building in my mind
Yes I feel such love is legendary
I will drink her waters every single day
She is all that stands between me and ordinary
Weather stained inanity of the mind
Without her I'm a billboard on life's road it would seem
We make love for us let the voyeurs silent remain
She is all that stands between me and ordinary
Weather stained inanity of the mind
She is all that stands between me and ordinary
Weather stained inanity of the mind
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Muse Love Art Robin
Just a few articles in this edition. Most of these are elaboration on those already posted.
Remember the Saudi's pulling out of talks in Lebanon? Well, this shows that Hezbollah is the front runner to be the next ruling party in Lebanon. This means that Israel now has an Iran backed state on its borders. Lebanon and Hezbollah
Remember when I talked about hatred and violence between Sunni and Shiite Muslims? Here it is in Iraq, remember Iran and Iraq have been at war before and Iran is a Shiite state. Iraqi state backed Sunni milita leader arrested for killing Shiite Pilgrams
Tunisian anger burst into flames after a Tunisian street vendor set himself on fire in protest. This act has been copied across the Arab world; here is the latest. Saudi man dies after self immolation
Remember to read, think, and then act in a rational way to help mold the U.S. policies. The recent elections prove that citizen action within the bounds of the constitution can make a difference. If you are uninformed, if you do not think rationally, and if you do not put your opinions into action then you are just a leaf blown on the wind of world events. It is when you use your constitutional rights of free assembly, free speech, and most importantly your vote that you take a measure of control over you life.
Robin
Tags: World Politics Pressure News Robin
The lighthouse and the sea
Tossed and dropped pitched and kicked
I throw my angry spit in her face
This angry bitch is no mistress of mine
She can scream all she wants I won't listen
The lighthouse stands there in calm and in storm
When our time comes laid to rest in soft earth
It is a hand that gently guides our way
It is a song that soothes our weary soul
I throw my angry spit in her face
Clinging to the rudder a claw like hand
She can scream all she wants I won't listen
I am the master of my destiny
When our time comes laid to rest in soft earth
Against the sea's anger is the lighthouse
It is a song that soothes our weary soul
When all is lost he reaches out for us
Clinging to the rudder a claw like hand
I do not shudder at death's creeping touch
I am the master of my destiny
When my time comes let the sea be my grave
Against the sea's anger is the lighthouse
When death touches us he defends our soul
When all is lost he reaches out for us
Never forsaken always guided home
I do not shudder at death's creeping touch
This angry bitch is no mistress of mine
When my time comes let the sea be my grave
Tossed and dropped pitched and kicked
When death touches us he defends our soul
It is a hand that gently guides our way
Never forsaken always guided home
The lighthouse stands there in calm and in storm
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poetry Poem Lighthouse Sea Robin
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Madness
Posted On 01/20/2011 02:53:28
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Madness
Spin and twirl, Fight the fool, Given me is every tool
Images from all my pain like prison guards laughing
Prison guards, Prison guards, PRISON GUARDS!
Gnaw my bones, mocking, laughing, PRISON GUARDS!
Images from all my pain like prison guards laughing
Abstract thought, gnaw the bones, gnaw the bones
Gnaw my bones, mocking, laughing, PRISON GUARDS!
Press my face through the bars, THROUGH THE BARS!
Abstract thought, gnaw the bones, gnaw the bones
Mercy cries, cries and cries, gnaw the bones
Press my face through the bars, THROUGH THE BARS!
No reprieve...
Mercy cries, cries and cries, gnaw the bones
Prison guards, Prison Guards, PRISON GUARDS!
No reprieve...
Spin and twirl, fight the fool, given me is every tool
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poetry Poem Madness Captive Robin
Rain falls in the street
She bends slipping from her shoes
Dancing lightly through puddles
The sun breaks from clouds
Angry he closes his eyes
Resenting this intrusion
Copyright © Robin Mitchell
Tags: Poem Poetry Sedoka Rain Robin
This is an update on the world pressure cooker. The following news articles are chosen to show what kind of pressure the world is under. Read them and decided for yourselves what they mean. No conspiracy theories here, just news and facts for you to consider.... I have figured out how to make the links clickable so that you can read access the articles by clicking on them
Cracks in the EU continue to show.... Hungry tells the EU to back off! Why is this important, the EU is an economic union, but they do have political rules. These political rules are now in conflict with Hungary who is this years President of the EU. If Hungary is forced to bow to the EU it signals a fundamental change to what the EU is, if Hungary withdraws it signals the break up of the EU already under pressure due to debt. In either case it will cause more unrest, more pressure on populations and the world
Tunisia is a dire warning of anger in the Arab world Tunisia anger This one is self evident, people are just mad and they aren't going to take it anymore. Sparked by man's self immolation Tunisians rose up and ousted the country's President of 23 years. There have now been numerous copycat attempts in Egypt, Syria, etc. The people of the Arab world are angry and a match could set the whole area on fire
Saudi Arabia gives up trying to mediate in Lebanon
Lebannon Saudi Arabia, for all their faults, is a voice of moderation in the Arab world. Their withdrawal says that the voices of moderation have been rejected; this can only mean that more extreme forces are now at work.
An informed society is a free society. I am not talking about secret powers pulling the puppet strings, I am talking about just reading and understanding the world around us. Using our ability to think and reason is the most powerful weapon we wield. Knowing these things will help us understand the actions our government takes, and to decide whether we agree with those actions. Being informed of how the government is acting will allow us to protest peaceably by letter and assembly, as is our right, and to protest at the polls by our vote. If we are not informed and aware of our government's actions then our vote is cast merely at whim. It is cast only in response to the campaign slogan we liked best, or the commercial that was the most eye catching. Without being informed, then and only then, are we truly puppets. But with information we are able to free ourselves of emotional action and are then able to act with reason as befits a free society.
Robin
Tags: world politics unrest EU Middle East Robin
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