Oh, Mama!

"Oh,mama, i'll never let you down..."

On Sunday morning i visited my mother-since my father passed away 5 years ago, she lives on her own.

"...i'll always be there for you,

i promised you, it's true...'

We were drinking cafe and tea-staring at her figure, i realized how weak-feeble-fragile she'd become.

"...Oh, mama,
i love you more than words can say,
there is no one in this world,
who can feel my heart like you do,
Ohhh mama, mama,
i'll never let you down..."

The Times - 5:30am (Oh, mama)

Froth on the Daydream Soundtrack!

Oh, Chloe, thank you for the nice tunes, sounds and words!

Well forked, but not dead...

09:00 - stepping in at the office;Good moooorning, wearing my shinest smile ever-response: morning,orning/

'...I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best...'

11:00 - hearing them chatting-buy,buy,buy-if you couldn't find peace in mind, perhaps a BMW would do-caricatures-scarecrows/

'...I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking sideways
to the time when I was sixteen...'

17:00 - didn't quit-once again; coward; instead, took 5 days off/

'...Cause I'm in a trance.
I'm frightened.

The Fall - Frightened

(intro) Dreaming...

-a splash of ideas-a paintbox-a rush of clatter and colour flashing-its always this way-its always a shout; pure rush-yelling,falling up and down-clasp and capture that idea going haywire; the pencil sketch of your moment, your little breathing steps-you run in the rain, you back from the rains, you're a veil like calm sighing sweet shouts of words; to try it, to be into your eyes-when sad is so easy you just do not call it to question; its not what we're saying, its only wanting to clear the air-snapshots; stored to some sideways angle; fisrt impressions, subtle distortions that blink again again again-rerun them; go rerun your Kodak ghost songs and cracked dances... run them amok someday, someday when I'm haunted, when i dream you, when i dream you here-and then blink again; there are always so damn many new things, so many new risen and haunted...singing haunted, just as ever, far into your eyes, your running amok eyes; all the more wider now, all the more sad-happy to be running oh so very amok-but dreaming-sure---
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So, here i'm, following Chloe's advise to blog, post, write-
more to come...