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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

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Sunday, August 28, 2005

It's the closest thing to crazy
Watch my credibility ratings sink without a trace.
Last night I pitched up on Hampstead Heath to
have a few drinks, smokes and food just outside the
Kenwood House concert starring sub Snora Jones crooner Katie Melua.
She started out with Canned Heat classic On the road again, so that wasn't so bad. Then it became the slow dinner jazz crooning I expected, but it was great to be on the Heath, warm night, kids running about, people having picnics and relaxing. She did play the odd bluesy rocky number just as you were about to nod off for good. All in all it was a good night.
Walking back through the darkened heath was a real treat. Addled by too much Pimms and Lemonade and spliff we sauntered through the peaceful misty fields forests and hedgerows.
Was this really London?

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I was a goody mang
I was a goody mang
a tree top tumble weed
super grip action man
with webbed feet
and heli-vision
swinging tarzan flight
glide and trip
climb and jump
sleeping to wake

I was a goody mang
turning tricks
and moaning first
loudest winning the
idiot's paradise with
kid's pride as prizes
the number is forgotten
the pack reshuffled
and we start anew

I was a goody mang
today in this adult world
hoping for applause I
belt out tongued actions
deception of the crooked voice
illusions of kindness and wonder
implying feelings of Mr. Goody
right by your side
and if by chance
you see through me
a bent double little
boy you'll see
who lost a game
many moons ago,
who now has only
quick lips to show
he is a survivor of
the racing masses,
a fitter inner in
this world of
mad manacle devices,
of cruel games to
lock up competitors in
a game of
Death Mask Hide
and Seek

But Mr Goody Mang
is with me and
I'll serve him to you
with a smile and
some tea. For despite
my cheating I still
am a Goody Mang.

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Monday, August 22, 2005

Justice Invocation of Maat



Justice Invocation of Maat

Great Mother of the Sun
Descend into the arms of the earth
Winged Goddess of balance
Come unto me who cry out to you
For justice and truth and strength
Help me find Balance in the world!
I call upon you to help balance the energies
In my life
I call upon you to bring the truth
Into all I do and say and feel
I call upon you to give me strength
To persevere on all levels in healing myself
On all levels
In organizing, in uniting
And in bringing a halt to all destruction!
I invoke
The black free-standing feather of Maat
The crystal star gleaming within
The outpouring of interstellar energies
Flowing and snaking through the earth
Filling every living thing
With the will toward harmony
And balance.
I invoke the point of equilibrium
The force of momentum,
Gravity and electron-spin resonance
Filling us with the song
Of balance.
I invoke the law of the universe
The innate justice
That governs all things
May I channel this energy in my work
May I be a conduit of the black flame of justice
And the silence of truth-in-action
Many we I unified with all living beings
Through the breath of Maat
And may her heart-beat fill my ears
As the sound of a singing healed life!
O Maat!
Mother of infinity
Goddess who guides the sun
The planets
And all the ever-moving stars
Guide me now in my our hour of need!
Great Cosmic mother
May it be so.

Tua Maati!
We invoke the black haired Goddess
Who balances the souls of all beings
Who, weighed with the heart,
Reveals all things.
May I enter the chamber of truth
And stand before the great power of justice
Maat, crowned with the feather
Reveal yourself in all your manifestations
We call forth the center of truth and justice
From within and without
We name this power Maat
And we manifest it here and now
As knowledge, will and action
Through the strength and energy of our arms
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Through the clarity of our minds and loins
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Through the black flame of justice in my heart
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Tua Maati!



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Thursday, August 18, 2005

I blog after hours
I should be asleep.
I should be asleep.
I'll send you to sleep,
with my clackety clack on the keys.
Shhhhh my neighbour is just through the wall right there.
Hope I don't wake her.
I swam yesterday and today up in the pond
on Hampstead Heath. Lovely it were.
Ducks for company, blue dragonflies mating.
Moor hens feeding their young by the side of the pond,
as we gently swim and float about.
Gazing up at blue sky and green trees.
Of course there are other human beings there too.
They are all crammed into a small area of lawn by the pond.
Towels are laid cheek by jowl. It all makes for a very intimate setting. You can't avoid overhearing your neighbours
conversation and you can't avoid making a very good estimation of the vital statistics of every bloke's girlfriend.
That's part of the charm of the place I suppose.
We are social creatures after all...
My favourite pastime is watching those who are afraid to jump in.
They fear that the water will be too cold. The body language they adopt really cracks me up. I get disappointed when they give up and sometimes I'll send out a cheer when someone finally plucks up the courage and jumps in.
I wish I could do the cool looking dive;
I just hold my nose and jump in, surface, get rid of the air bubble from my trunks and then breast stroke
up to the warmer sunnier part of the pond, where the wildlife
is busying itself.

Well now it is late and I have a lot of things to do
which I have avoided doing for the past two days.
Will I make it a record third?
I'd better go to sleep and find out...

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Friday, August 12, 2005

I'll teach you English
I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself.
I'll take the next flight out of here.
I'll bring some teabags with me.
We can drink tea, eat biscuits and you will
be speaking like a native in no time.

What are you waiting for?
This is your great opportunity.

I am your teacher.
Just put me up, so I can rest my bones.
Let me walk and talk, roam around a bit.
I'll pitch up and teach you for sure,
but I'll still be slopin' and scopin' around.
Trust me it'll be worth your while.
Like Marvin the Paranoid Android,
I have a brain the size of several planets.

Dig it on out, cover it over, the test tube will be carbonated.
For real, baby, for real.
I'll cover the lot.
Lot the cover will I.

Just say the word and we'll let the babel fish
start it's sacred work.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Is it a blog, is it a plane, no it's CWOAI
Yes siree,
wilkommen meinen freundligen leuten gespielen.
Du bist abendzimmer nur was ist los??????

Can I lick it? Yes the pan.
Fried not burnt.
Overturned and the monkey is drinking tea again.

Heimlich manoevers all over the place.
Beer and peanut cacophany.

Searching for the serachingf or het
metal mickey's calling my name.
Fuckin' old codgers in the funfundzwanzig century.

still still srechinga orf ehr
stiill slist herching ser rof
oh I give up. just bring her out on a silver dish,
tongue lolling as the servant lifts the cooking lid.
she's mine now,
time to feast, ah that's better, licks lips,
crackling on the crinkly cheeks, done to perfection.

++++++++Hold on hold on,
that's enough of that sillyness. This is a
respectable blog I'll have you know.
Mr Tumnus may have been an inquisitive fawn, but he did not stoop
to molesting Lucy now, did he?

So the usual sunday swirl, the sweet sunday berry jane climb down
commences,
apologies and excuses, a walk in the park, a paper delivery boy
once again.
Never mind me, mind the gap, page the diamond.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

he's leaving home bye bye
Yeah it's almost that time again,
Time to pack up and leave my home.
Simply 'cause I can't afford to live here.
I'm working round the clock,
but for not enough dosh.
Yes I will have to leave this place of history.
A Landlords life for me.
My measly income will be boosted by
the monthly pay of some rich tenant or other...

Where will I go this time?
I dunno , but all suggestions gratefully received.
A house sit somewhere, I'll be there,
I'll feed your pet, water the plants, keep
out the dust and the burglars and I'm a non smoker to boot.
Willing to travel to any part of this blue green planet.
Email me at the link above, cheers!!!

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