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FORMULAS OF LIFE
We sidestep so many ‘Aspects of Being’,
In our high speed lives.
Glimpsing briefly as we pass by.
From complicated structures
Such as mountain ranges.
To simpler structures
Such as blades of grass.
There is so much intricacy that we never see
Nature’s scene, woven by the wind with
time’s invisible force
Nature Is seen, through every window
But is seldom studied
as specifically as technology now allows.
Definition increases with magnification
Details not sensed previously become clear
A meaning forms from misunderstanding
Forming relationships between species
On a ground level tier
FORMULAS OF LIFE
FORMS OF LIFE
Intricately bizarre in a way like the unfolding of a Butterflies wing
Intrinsically postulated in visual representation
FORMULAS OF LIFE
FORMS OF LIFE
Just what are all these things we see ?
What are the ingredients behind all those Latin names
What is the relation between ‘Us and Them’?
Surely there is a common factor inherent to everything
Whether it be animal, vegetable or mineral
We are all the same in
But we have to get close to see
We have to get closer than we are maybe accustom to
We have to set aside our own rules of belief
To fully appreciate and understand this spectral array of existence
Only our colours and sizes change
Millions of acres of non suburbanised intrigue and mystery
Sprawl with answers. Bring an awareness that is not unique
Genetically, numerically we all equate to the same principal form
What is the formula for life ?
Is it possible for a black board to interpret physical attributes into physics?
Is the base of the formula’s knowledge inherent in all forms of life?
Fundamental and Genetically proportioned behaviour develops with multiplicity and a hierarchal method of subservience allows another variance of repetition.
Nature is a world within itself
Within which another whole other world exists.
Away from our High Streets and Zebra Crossings
Where our Scurrying, animalistic treks rarely tread
FORMULAS OF LIFE
FORMS OF LIFE
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SS Written By: Andrew Smazogz
WHERE DO WE ALL GO? 020803 @
WHERE ARE WE ALL FROM?
WHERE ON THIS WORLD DID IT ALL START?
I REMEMBER MY YOUTH
I DON'T REMEMBER BEING BORN
I AM A MISSING FACE
WHAT IS THE POINT?
WHAT IS THE APEX?
WHAT IS LIFE?
WHAT IS BEST?
WHEN I GET COLD
WHEN FOR
WHEN FROST NUMBS, OR
WHEN SUN BURNS, THEY TELL US ALL
JUST WHO OR WHAT ALLOW FOR IT TO BE POSSIBLE?
JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MIRROR GAZER?
A MAN DRESSED IN ANIMAL SKINS CARRYING A CLUB
OR A MAN WITH A ROUND SHINY FACE POINTING A LAZER?
WALKING ON OUR HANDS, GRAVITYLESS , FLOATING UPSIDEDOWN
SKATING ON WATER, METAL SCRAPES OF ICE ON AN ICE POND CHARADE
TRAVELLING SLOWLY THROUGH A LIFE ON CONSTANT FAST FORWARD
THE BRAIN TICKS, THE CANDLE'S WICKS, WITHER AND DITHER
CONFUSED IN THIS ARRAY. FROM YESTERDAY THROUGH TO ALMOST EVERY DAY
WHY DO WE ALL - DO WHAT WE DO?
WHY DO WE THINK WE ARE THE ONES?
WHY IN THIS DERELICTION DID ALL THIS LIFE FORM?
I REMEMBER MY YOUTH - THE TOOTH FAIRY LEAVING ME TEN PENCE FOR MY TOOTH
I DON'T REMEMBER BEING BORN - GURGLING, UNAWARE OF JOY OR FORLORN
I AM A MISSING FACE - I AM A PART OF A FORGOTTEN AND DISTANT RACE
WHAT IS THE TRUE GOD?
WHAT IS CONCENTRICITY IN RELATION TO OUR NEURAL CIRCUITBOARD SELVES?
WHAT IS THE BEATING WHICH NEVER CEASES UNTIL A SOIL ERODING FINALITY?
WHAT IS THIS LIFE, IS IT A TEST?
JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MIRROR GAZER?
JUST FORGET WHO YOU ARE AS YOU FALL INTO THE GAZE FURTHER
BECOME A...
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FAKE DAYS and FALSE NIGHTS by : Andrew Smazogz 20.06.06
The nights are yours and the days are mine
The thoughts we share are not of the same mind
The anguish & passion that we think we know
Have nothing on our Earth's underground
... Molten lava flow
The evenings are on loan + the mornings are overdue
The liaisons + pacts we design then sign
Give credence to land that's neither yours nor mine
The world we share unevenly amongst ourselves
... Is purely carbon + brine
The rivers are our consciousnesses, aqueducts give our streamlined thoughts
We have conquered the impossible into equations of ones and noughts
We have crossed bridges that we've never travelled to ourselves
We have sent out profane + profound ability
...Into the armless reaches of space
The nights we sleep through + our occupations of each day
Are all in meaning a hundred billion light years away
... From the dense precedence
... That surrounds us all
Our days are purely refraction + fragmentation
Affected only by orbital bodily placement
Our perspective of our universe that we see
... Is incomplete
Fake days and False nights - lived week after week
Fake days and False nights - a truer image I seek
Fake days and False nights - full of beautiful sights
... This dream we awaken into every morning
Was put together by a master of all arts
... The only entity who can make our
Fake days and False nights into what they really are
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FALLING DOWN (TO BE STOOD UPRIGHT)
by: Andrew SmaZogZ211102
Falling down
Like a tower collapsing to the ground
The walls of parliament
Tony Blair ~ soars upward past the o-zone lair
He was able to leave the despair, evidently or not flinching a care
- Select few make a skeleton crew, travelling to where! Do they know? -
Falling down
Like a meteor crashing into a planets ocean
Savage winds, gravity a strong, clinging lotion, a martian commotion
Eyes stare into the agitated and alien void, betrayers to the rules of devotion
"Press the button." "Arm the shuttles." "Cancel our subscriptions to the...."
- Robot workforce initiated, Sir. Good, have them proceed with a B1 structure
Falling down
People flee, falling through cracking pavements, destined to be pot-holers in their next lives
The bureau of records decimated,
Calamity stricken nights with days as dark, humans expelling like bees from their hives
Swatted by a net of the air they breath. People dormant, with no where to go if they were to leave
From broadband to an outland. A place of slow healing, with survival the only reason
Falling down -down down down
To miles under the ground, where food chains store, new babies they breed
In their thirties, these new borns shall become, we hope, what we were
A vast complex, amazingly unorganised, yet so divinely constructed race
Supporting means of exponential needs, from billions to so few, so quick
Falling down - Laying down - thinking uncertainly as I again slip into sleep
Awakening the next morning stood on my head
Falling down to be stood upright, am I above or below
My bed?
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Financial Blessing
I seem at a loss
Where getting my own back is concerned
With my old thought processes the answer would be simple
The entirety of the infected opponent would simply burn
But setting fire to buildings isn’t my method anymore
Although undeniably I would enjoy putting a petrol bomb through your door
Knelt down sniggering behind some bushes as burning bodies fall
Who’d ever suspect I was a man wearing this dress and shawl?
But that form of revenge would be too easy
Plus innocent people may needlessly suffer
Hmm, more twisted methods are in process….
From this suspected cantankerous old duffer
Hobbling back along the road as the fire brigade arrive
My enemy compromised in a 2nd storey dive
Equalised, rectified, hospitalised
Spitting teeth for spreading lies
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The Fire Spewing Paradox of Encumbering Discharge
.
..
I am the strongest. I will never fall.
I give you your abilities to stand so tall.
I am the one which will outlive you all.
I am the dominant one covering this suspended ball
. . .
I am the one that you cannot see
The one that you can not yet control.
I represent the unlikely, the murky & cold
I am the referee of reincarnation with the authority to move the goal.
. . . .
You try to defy and decide my path
Well I’ll tell you this for nothing
You little irrelevant miscreants
It’ll be me who has the last laugh.
. . . . .
Covering me from the sun
Covering me with earth
Weighing me down with your industrial ties
I want rid of you little bacterial blighters.
. . . . . .
I want my built-upon body razed and tanned
Time for another catastrophe from the stomach of my unstudied depths.
For the mid of night it’s planned
You’ve well and truly overstepped my mirth
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FISH-FLAKE-FACE
I PUT FISH FLAKES INTO MY CEREAL BOWL
GET A SPOON OUT OF THE ACRID, COLD WASHING UP WATER
TAKE THOSE FEW USUAL STEPS BACK TO THE STORAGE HEATER
THERE ARE FOOTPRINTS EMBOSSED IN THE CARPET
NOT ONE LID HAD EVER BEEN REMOVED FROM ANY PAINT TIN
THE DUSTING NEVER DONE, CURTAINS CHANGED INTO MOTH EATEN LINEN
HARD BITS ON THE SPOON GIVE THE FLAKES AN EXTRA CRUNCH
WITH A PLATEFUL OF BITS I FOUND DOWN THE BACK OF THE SETTEE FOR LUNCH
SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE A HARDENED HAIRY, CRUST IS PULLED OUT
HMMM, I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL
I WEE IN A CORNER AND POO IN THE BACK YARD
IT’S TRUE THAT MY GARDEN ATTRACTS SPECIES WHICH ARE AVANTE GARDE
LAST NIGHTS RAIN COLLECTS IN A BIN ALONG WITH A
A CUP FROM THE DRAINER, AND A TEA BAG FROM A BIN TWO HOUSES UP
SCRAPED MILDEW WINDOWSILL MOISTURE FOR MILK, ALMOST TIME FOR A SUP
MY LAST ARMCHAIR IS CHOPPED UP TO BE BURNT ON THE FIRE
FINISHING OFF MY CEREAL AS THREE MONTHS OF SWEAT COMPILE
THE CUP BUBBLES AMONGST THE FLAMES, IN THAT ETERNAL, INFERNAL DENIAL
PUTTING MY FEET UP ON A PILE OF DAMP NEWSPAPERS
SITTING BACK AND WATCHING THE TELEVISION
REMEMBERING WHEN I HAD A LICENSE AND
TSCCCCCH, ENOUGH OF THIS REMINISCING, TIME TO GO FISHING FOR SALMON
DOWN TO THE PLACID
THE VIEW IS PICTURESQUE, A NUCLEAR POWER STATION IN THE DISTANCE SETS THE SCENE
A THREE HEADED TROUT WITH EYES A STROBE OF FLOURESCENT, GIGA-NOMIC GREEN
INTO THE BASKET IT GOES, STANDING UP TO GO HOME, uuh- I GOT FLASHING TOES
A FEELING OF OVERCOMING FLOODS MY MIND, A STRANGE ESSENCE FLOWS
THE
DEVOLVING ME INTO A STATE WHERE EVERY EVENT IS POSTPONED
HOURS LATER MY TOES HAVE STOPPED FLASHING
I AM CONSCIOUS AGAIN
RETURNING HOME TO SEE A FOUL COLLABORATION
OF BULLDOZERS
NO. NO. NO. THEY HAVE CRUMPLED MY HOUSE
I ONLY POPPED OUT FOR HALF AN HOUR
A MAN WITH A PLASTIC SKULL SPEAK TO ME
TELLS ME THE PERSON WHO OWNED THE HOUSE WENT WALKABOUT SIX MONTHS AGO
SIX MONTHS. YOU ARE JOKING. I ONLY WENT FISHING.
WHERE TO ? ANTARTICA, HAHAHA.
Hmm, I GOT NO IDEA, ONE THING I DO KNOW THOUGH I COULDN’T HALF DO WITH A CUPPA
I am just a load of flesh and bones
I came from my Father and he came from his
I get old and learn stuff, like the most of us
But at the end of the day I don't know where or what I am
All I know is I can talk
But I also know you can't put it all into words
I am a fool for letting myself go
My emotions hurt and in an embarrasing show
Blood, I can taste my blood
It is pumping through my head so fast
This feeling could leave me unconscious if it wanted to
And sometimes, on the edge of my own mirth, it does
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For faith’s sake ?
Stardate :
Is there a saviour
To answer our prayers?
Did dinosaurs ever exist?
Could life of been forged?
Would any man been able to resist?
Has man always been man?
Has ape always been ape?
Did the Lord of us all
Wear a mask and a cape?
Will I live long enough to find out?
Who will outlive who?
From space will a traveller come?
Wearing shades and chewing gum?
Is the traveller our saviour?
Does the traveller exist in me?
How am I able to find out?
Can you tell me?
Can I tell you?
Can we learn the truth from each other?
Do we have specific tasks to do?
Would all the people
Seeking enlightenment
Please order a formerly queue?
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Forbidden Fruit Words © Andrew J. Smazogz 28th August 2006 (2nd place prize winner)
Guilt, betrayal, fantasies running out of control
A hidden face, a mirrored transponder
Waiting in the outside world
For her sister’s lovers warmth
Sexual lust, broken trust
A more carefree world
Outside of the real one
Waiting for later
Thinking about the gentle infringement of flesh
Emotions running out of control
Married life and its pressures with time unfold
Craving the touch and feel of another’s gland
Kids tucked up, wife has remote control in hand
“I’m just popping up the road for a pint” he says
“OK, my dear.” She answers back
Secretive meeting, predestined time
Running so as to not be late
Up the road, past the pub
To meet by the cemetery gate
Over a wall in a seclusion of trees
Tantalising notions, foreplay tease
Behind and area closed to the public
Coming closer and closer to that euphoric release
An hour seems like five minutes
A glance at the watch, approaching closing time
“I’d better get back” he half sincerely denies
Envelopment in forbidden pleasure has been rewarded
As bodies become again dressed
Sneaking back in with not a whiff of alcohol in his breath
Too tired and guilty to respond to the advances of his wife
Pretending to be asleep when really feeling wide awake
Living begrudgingly in a fabrication of actions that God would surely forsake
The next morning breakfast is served
Children argue over tit-bits of irrelevance
Wife shuffles around catering for everyone’s needs
Whilst the passion of her husband on her sister feeds
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F R I E N D O R F I E N D
By: Andrew Smazogz 011204
You walk on over and speak to me
Ask me if I would like a pint of the usual
Sit down next to me, offer me a cigarette
Even light it for me. What’s the bit we haven’t got to yet
I accept on both counts
Waiting for what is expected from me
I know its going to be something I’ll not like
Better make it a keg of ale and a vending machine full of cigs
Otherwise. On your fu < -c- ough, -k- splutter> ing bike.
You haven’t got two half pennies to rub between your ar
That’s your problem not mine. So go now with the rest of them
To the back of the line.
It’s a different story with the same conclusion
You left, baffled & skint after another violent barrage of confusion
Get out of my sight. Or I’ll whack you in the fu-whoops-ing eye myself
Got utterly drunk and slagged your other mates off. You vomit brained little elf
Go on then. Raise your fist to me again, I dare you
I’ll commit severe carpentry on your brain, cos you are missing a screw
Now, just do as I say. Get the bucky-o-hare out of my face
Take your sad, sorry glumious maximi out of my sight
You are winding me up so much now - I feel like a fight
Friend or Fiend
You are neither to me
Go head bang the cell walls with the other shot out people of this world
I won’t tell you again to get away from me.
Shut up. Not another word, or this beer shall be hurled
Oh clucking bell. I only came in here for a quiet, swift half
Trust me to bump into that genital headed genius, born with the gift of being daft
I feel like walking over to him and smacking him in the face as hard as I can
Tsssssssch. I hate feeling like this.
Fast eratic thoughts, angry emotions and volatile intent.
The feeling is not good.
I need to chill
“Barman. I’ll have another pint, please….
…and a 4” x 2” plank of wood.”
I turned around to ‘confrunt’ that c***
But he had gone. Again. Feeling at one with my surrounds I stood
Feeling like a mix of Rambo and Robin of Sherwood, without the muscles and hood
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FUNERAL CLOUD
Silted and drowned
Asphyxiation central
First floor apartments under sand
Condemned by nature
Unforeseen by prediction
Streets become graves
Landmarks become cenotaphs
People become mudded zombies
Pet corpses cruise an eddy stricken mile
A cursed malediction
A pointless waste of life
Hit by a force of natural power
As razor sharp as a surgeons knife
Limbs readily available
Human value slashed in price
The decades will rebuild…
…but the centuries will never forget
A lesson seen
On a television screen
Causing intrusion
Creating confusion
Knowing the land on which I live
Is in many was as just as susceptible
The city known as
Now a smokeless funeral cloud
Gone, dismantled, overcome
Uninhabited, submerged slum
Where will be next is the question on the world’s mind
Will it be here in
The answer is unpredictable
So keep your aqualung and rubber dingy close at hand
As it is impossible to give alerts
MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALWAYS ON THE ALERT
Decide where you would go and how you would get there
To friends, families or places on higher, more inland ground
Take the precautions now.
The debauchery of statesmanship cost these people’s lives
The under sea level location should of always sparked concern
From this disconcerted misgiving others can only learn
That our safety on this world is assumed and not set in stone
As for those unfortunate ones who have already been engulfed
All I can do is pay homage and reverence to them
For those lost pilgrims quests were interrupted by fate
Now stood in a line, awaiting their summoning from heaven’s gate
It is sad that natural disasters cause so much duress
It puts into perspective other, now lessened, areas of stress
Like worrying about not getting into a size ten dress
Or paying over the odds for things you know you can buy for less
Living is a test!
Ratified by the school of life
Sanctioned by the middle eye of God’s almightiness
The unseen judicator of who survives and dies
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A l w a y s f i g h t i n g a g a i n s t n u m b e r s
R u l e d b y t h e q u i c k n e s s o f t i m e
A h u n d r e d t h o f a s e c o n d f a s t e r
T h a n t h e n e x t o v e r t h e
F i n i s h i n g l i n e
~~~
O b s c u r e d b y f o c u s
A f o u r s t r o k e e n g i n e f o r a h e a r t
C o n t e n d i n g a g a i n s t c o n t e n s i o n
F r o m t h e r e s t o f t h e p e o p l e
t a k i n g p a r t
A c o u n t d o w n t o c o m p l e t i o n
P o r e s o o z e , s w e a t y s e c r e t i o n
~~~
A n o b s t a c l e , a h u r d l e
V i s i o n o f g o l d c l a s p e d t o a g i r d l e
L u n g s p u m p b l o o d r a p i d l y
A s f a s t a s h u m a n l y p o s s i b l e
U p t o a n d s o m e t i m e s g o i n g b e y o n d
T h e p o i n t o f e x e r t i o n
~~~
B l u r s o f c h a r a c t e r l e s s f a c e s p a s s
L i k e s t a r i n g o u t o f a t r a i n w i n d o w
a t r a c i n g b y b l a d e s o f g r a s s
D i s o r i e n t a t i n g
U n i g n o r e a b l e t o e v e n t h e
w e l l t r a i n e d
T h o u g h t s t r y a n d c r e e p i n
~~~
D i s t r a c t i n g f r o m t h e p r i m e u r g
W h i c h i s t o w i n . . . . . .
D i s r e g a r d i n g e v e r y
W a n n a b e e e m o t i o n
E x c e p t f o r t h e s t r e t c h o f t r a c k
K n o w i n g v a l u a b l e t i m e w i l l b e l o s t i f I l o o k b a c k
~~~
T h e l a s t a r c o f p l i m s o l e
r u n w a y i s c l e a r e d
F i n a l s p r i n t , s t r a i g h t o v e r
t h e f i n i s h i n g l i n e .
F u n n e l v i s i o n l e a d i n g m e t o g o l d
F r a c t I o n a l l y t h I s t I m e
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