my dears...
the fringe is knocking at our door...
are we ready?
yes we are...
we have done a lot of practice...
and we spent valuable time...
we will pass this experience we had, journey or sweet dream to the others(our audience).
we have three nights(13, 14, upstairs, and 24 of August down stairs).
the Themes are...
Listen!!! for 13/14 of August.
and
Chant on Babylon for 24 of the month.
I want to work hard to bring out the story of Babylon and the rest.
peace and love xxx
ras babi.
Saturday, 28 July 2007
Thursday, 26 July 2007
The sweetest Dream
I had a home,
A mother of milk
and honey
Sweeping pretty through
The house,
Of breasts and
Softscented hair
Of smashed bottles
and fear
All over the kitchen
floor.
And her pretty was
cleaned so hard
That when she was
gone
The only echo
Left to bounce around
The house
Was in the smell of
My hair my Skin
The pain of my father.
Then, again,
I had a home.
A man of
Sandalwooded beard
and loving obsession,
Of soft madness
constantly brewing
tea and smile
Of desperate need
And slow decay.
Ane when he
Clawed his way out of
A morphine-enduced
Sleep
for the last time to
Look at me
And ask me to tell
the angels to leave
Him alone,
the only echo left
To bounce around
My life
was the humour in my
subtext,
The sad warm smile
In my chest,
The hole inside me,
The unreasonable
expectation
Of love.
Laura marlow.
I had a home,
A mother of milk
and honey
Sweeping pretty through
The house,
Of breasts and
Softscented hair
Of smashed bottles
and fear
All over the kitchen
floor.
And her pretty was
cleaned so hard
That when she was
gone
The only echo
Left to bounce around
The house
Was in the smell of
My hair my Skin
The pain of my father.
Then, again,
I had a home.
A man of
Sandalwooded beard
and loving obsession,
Of soft madness
constantly brewing
tea and smile
Of desperate need
And slow decay.
Ane when he
Clawed his way out of
A morphine-enduced
Sleep
for the last time to
Look at me
And ask me to tell
the angels to leave
Him alone,
the only echo left
To bounce around
My life
was the humour in my
subtext,
The sad warm smile
In my chest,
The hole inside me,
The unreasonable
expectation
Of love.
Laura marlow.
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
sweet dreams
Early To Bed
Its good to sleep on time. Early to bed, early to rise makes you healthy, wealthy and wise.
Its good to sleep on time. Early to bed, early to rise makes you healthy, wealthy and wise.
Friday, 6 July 2007
She is out there...
she is out there...
busy
happy
I know
my heart whispers it to me
I am here
alone
in this rainy and cold Babylon
Where can a man like me go?
she is out there
having the sun
what a great fun
busy
happy
I know
my heart whispers it to me
I am here
alone
in this rainy and cold Babylon
Where can a man like me go?
she is out there
having the sun
what a great fun
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
sweet dream
peace...
unity...
a look....
a touch
from my far away land
running
naked in my jungle
touch me
I touch you
heal my broken heart
wake me up.
unity...
a look....
a touch
from my far away land
running
naked in my jungle
touch me
I touch you
heal my broken heart
wake me up.
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
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