There was pressure, forgotten pressure
Forgotten when the hydraulic hoses where still connected right
“You don’t wear your past well” like “Wipe that smile off your face”
Past well, deep, yet hydraulically shallow, well, wail, just wail
Swallowed by the whale, “Join us”, there yelling, “Jonas”
Yelling, while covered in saliva, and shallow streams of stomach acid
The blind saw better, wailer, whaler, Jonas
The tiger awaits in the subconscious
Of all the circus animals the tiger smiles the brightest, when upside down
If afraid of the dogs on land, wait for the tiger to get you underwater
Nicely done, the pressure, the smile is antithetical, the wailing programmed classical chorus, the animals are, sometimes kind, as to Daniel. But the pressure? Relentless, where things can’t really forget, because no matter, they can be retreived. Close? Hi Stuart nice to hear.
I liked that poem Stuart, but I have to say what most struck me was that it seemed like you were in my id, or vice versa.
I recently wrote a song about a Walk-in, from the perspective of the walk in - which is a kind of body snatcher, and in the Chorus he talks about the pressure, since he is now
embodied.
I saw the title of the thread and it reminded me of the song and then read the part about pressure, and I found myself trying to see if there was some way you could possibly know my song. And there is no way unless you work for the NSA and even then you’re using some device Snowdon hasn’t mentioned yet.
It’s probably something Jungian, after all, I was speaking to a common issue, only one that I have more on the forefront of my mind. So can I read or hear the song?
Hmmm…this is an interesting dark kind of mystery to me, Stuart.
Is it about some kind of waiting in fear for something to return?
The part about the “hydraulic hoses were still connected right” - is this about a loss of meaning, perhaps about nihiism? I’m sure I’m way off base.
When you wrote this, was it some kind of stream of consciousness which just flowed out of you or is there a lot of [conscious] symbolism there - also?
The technician under no pressure to fix the system, to see why hydraulic fluid is leaking and why the attached wheel runs in both directions. Half-asleep, the smile and his hanging head as wide as the tiger’s frown.
Not much of a classic, but derived from classical times.
The animals are above kindness. Daniel supposedly wrestled a lion, but one such as himself, tame, and unafraid.
Just listen to jungle beats, or even one banging on a drum, reflections on such relentless wired - miswired pressure.
Darkness, leading to illumination.
Maybe a long wait, if so maybe better to keep busy zigzagging, spinning back and forth…
The entire structure wasn’t nihilated, and the wheel stills spins clockwise then counter - one can still enjoy the ride!
A timely zigzag is the way to get back to base when being closed in on both sides, sort of a farewell to such movement.
It’s better to write in leisure, long out of the water.
Especially when there’s a tiger lurking under there.
