What the Funk?

Isaac Hayes.

A dude with a sense of humour…for a while.

Just don't mention Scientology

 

 I’m posting the classic pre-Chef song

(though it was hard to go past Chocolate Salty Balls)

Words on a Blanket

Woven patterns hypnotise and still me
A quiet expanse of softness
Woolen womb cocoons
Invites blankness and calm
Invites blanketness
Close and cosy. Eyes close.
Sleep sneaks, peeks, creeps and stays.
Dreams, curled and curved beneath,
Release sweet sighs and fly.

Over the Rainbow

This song by the late Israel Kamakawiwo’ole keeps coming back to me; first in Fifty First Dates, then last year my SIL sent me a copy of it and the other night it was at the end of Life On Mars. It is so sweet and sad and I am wearing out my ipod playing it at the moment. Must be a hormonal thing. Enjoy.

 

 

The Tale of Nobody Scaredy Cat

Last night as I lay softly sleeping

I was disturbed by someone weeping

And the eerie sound of footsteps creeping

Whose were those footsteps creeping, creeping?

My heart beat with a growing dread

As a spectre formed beside my bed

Dull eyeballs hanging from its head

Such dread eyeballs in its head

The room reeked of its rotting bones

It opened its dead maw and moaned

Then spoke to me in mocking tones

I shan’t forget its mocking tone

“You made a wish that every night

Was full of fear and mortal fright

Your wish fulfilled ‘tis my delight

Oh yes, oh yes, ‘tis my delight

Tonight you can forget sweet dreams

This eve shall only bring shrill screams

Welcome dear to Halloween

Your own eternal Halloween!”

My deepest fears were to unfold

I felt my thumping heart stop cold

My skin grow wrinkled, pale and old

Once young now old, once young now old.

My mind could not believe my eyes

That wish I’d made now seemed unwise

There was no one to heed my cries

No one there to heed my cries

I begged the beast to let me go

To lift the spell that bound me so

I wept and cried, “Oh no! Oh no!

Oh no… oh no… oh no… oh no!”

The spectre, with contempt, he spat,

“Calm down, my dear, enough of that!

For no one likes a scaredy cat!”

Nobody…nobody scaredy cat!

Peacock Sister

Peacock Sister

31 05 2007

 

 

I love you

Peacock sister.

Green,

Bejewelled

And beautiful.

Shimmering and soaring;

Urged on by love and faith.

Racing, scaring, scattering

Dirty, dusty mongrel doubts.

You stop,

Wait,

Cannot hear my reassurance.

You are lost,

Muddled, scared.

Returning to the dusty doubts

You fear.

Chased and scattered,

Bruised and netted,

Like a mongrel

Slung away.

Carelessly impounded

Without love.

Crying out,

I cannot stop it,

 Beautiful sister

Please come back.