G.T's Notebook... & Part I Of "Over & beyond...

[Taz]

I'm in that warm cocoon of bliss,
Wrapped up inside a bubble of ignorance,
Caressed in the arms of I don't give a fuck numbness,
Over & beyond the bridge of pain & hurt...

The war, pain & suffering outside my window no longer exists,
The famine, the homeless,
The jobless & those in need or suffering from another mans greed no longer matter.
As long as my window is not shattered nor my door broken down,
I am safe in sweet sweet oblivion,
Beyond the chime of a bell or trill of a tone...

I am at peace & unavailable,
I am at home...

2nd of March 2004.
Written by G.T.

[Taz]

I am my own man & my own D.J,
I choose the channel & the frequencies,
I set the pace & push the buttons...

The airwaves are my platform,
My 'puter is my OS,
The air is laced with my harmonies & home rolled,
I choose to be set free...

I pull up the anchor & roll on out away from the shore,
Circumventing the reefs & the hassles of the day as I go,
A deeper feeling & meaning to my existence I go in search for,
More reason to this rhyme...

[Taz]

I seek out my chosen family,
Cruise out to where my soul mates gather,
My fellow surfers & net crusaders,
Those who help set me free...

Logged out & released from reality,
I see sense instead of insanity,
The shackles now are behind me,
The gentle tide swallowing them up...
as the sand starts to erode them...

[Taz]

/is a lazy git so instead of making a website page just linked to a page on the forum hehehehe

Anyhoo, this is just somewhere for me to scribble as & when an idea or some lyrics/words etc pop into my head.  :)

[Taz]

In a field of millions,
I am but one,
I may not be the best,
I may not be the brightest,
But I still matter.

I am one of a number,
Together we make a whole,
We are more than the sum of our individual parts,
If we come together as one,
We have more than a voice,
We can make a resounding decision,
Command respect,
Achieve our goals...

~

Each part of the mass has it's own talent,
Each person has their own knowledge,
With unity comes clarity,
We can index & correlate,
Crunch down the numbers,
Lay out the fact,
Know with what we are dealing with,
Work out which moves need to be made,
To stop the wars & end needless bloodshed,
Put the right people in the right places,
Bridge the gaps,
Get over, under & through,
To the places & faces that need our help...

For they like I,
They matter too,
Each and every one of us has the same value,
The price being priceless,
For we are still humans...

[Taz]

The blacklight night.
6th of March 2004.

To explain it I can but try,
It's hard to define,
As it is hard to see,
It shimmers and glows in a way that is quite unique,
Bringing attention to details,
That would not normally catch the eye,
Or the minds eye which is more to the point.

The doors would open,
Both with small semi cicled windows,
Which gave a glimpse inside before you entered,
The case surrounding the glass a dark firm wood,
Painted a rich velvet black,
Shiny and wet looking,
Yet dry to the touch...

Well in most places that is,
Some patches of blood were almost invisible to the naked eye,
Just near the floor,
These were still wet,
There were still one or two rivulets of blood spatter making their way to the ground.

Yet you walk passed this detail & do not notice it,
It is as though it isn't there,
The right light gets cast upon it though and it will show up,
This place and time was not then,
Through the doors we went,
We didn't stay outside that long ever...

For inside it was all shiny and neon,
Every colour of the rainbow adored the walls,
The lights blazed and created multicoloured patterns,
The metal rails & finishing touches creating mirrored images,
The mirrors creating new areas or views,
The nooks and crannies multiplied,
Hiding or canoodling places many,
The colour in the air was alive...

The floor was alive with movement and vibrations,
Each footfall bring you new sensations,
A loud conversation elsewhere brought to you in waves,
While the background thumps and pulses carried you the news,
The jungle drum of glasses on the bar sending out tribal overtones,
The flick of cigs in ashtrays tlling you the craving is high...
It's like the neon dealer of excess has been around the club,
Everyone indulging in one taboo or another,
Each their own poison,
Everyone enjoying the fun...

Booze, cigs, spliffs and powders,
All in flux and being hammered,
Each creating their own world or view,
Affecting individuals individually,
Changing realities and visions,
Warping or enhancing the audio,
Dependant on the substance or mood,
State of mind being the unique key...

[timbrality]

Chose this one to dance in with a hope that it will remind you to add to your book and poetry section...last dance for me but I should be in each forum now and it's kept me amused for 15 minutes...   and I'm still the only one here....shuffles out of thread and website...

[chris]

You need to post more-you have a real talent.

[Taz]

Visit the actual website, not just the forum silly, all my poetry is up to be viewed.

[chris]

Okay-dokey!  

[Taz]

Dreams are all I have,
They hold me & keep me safe at night,
They hold back the fear & the tears,
They guide me through the blackest of nights,
Showing me the path to the dawns early light....

29th of February 2004

[Taz]

It's Fluid, Yeah it's Fluid...

Nothing is set, nothing is stopping the flow,
It's winding it's way around,
Flowing all over & making ground...

Oozing and weaving, trickling and dribbling,
Viscous & creamy,
Shiny wet glistening & reflective...

From the deep thought,
Through past the brain,
Down the stems and pathways,
Hitting nerves and being processed,
to the optic and into visual,
It flows, it flows it flows!

[Taz]

Sometimes words are not enough,
Yet sometimes they are too much
I aspire to find the thin line in-between...

The chink or the gap where a wedge can be placed,
The slight shaft of light in the darkness to lead the way,
Or the soothing tone that wraps you into the darkness,
A guide into the night...

Welcome to my Darker Side...

[timbrality]

[Taz]

It starts like a pulse,
A flat line followed by a small spike,
Each time the spike rises higher & higher,
Knowing it won't fall again for a long time.

The ride is on,
It's like a rollercoaster,
Gaining height every moment,
& you know the momentum is gonna pick up pace.

The nausea heightens with every rise in each spike,
The pain begins & there is no escape,
Eyes closed against the thunderbolts in your head,
Fist clenched trying too fight back the pain.

The ride twist & turns,
Dodges & weaves every effort to bring it too a halt,
You are now bursting through a tunnel,
The light at the end just means more pain, not a release.

Teeth on edge,
Grinding down hard,
Eyes blazing,
As the lights fire off behind your eyes.

Pulse.
30 May 2004.
By G.T.

[timbrality]

 

[Taz]

She wanted more than I can offer her,
So what ya gonna do?

She wanted more than I had,
Why do I feel so bad,
She took all I had,
Yet it still wasn't enough,
So what ya gonna do?

I gave & I gave but it wasn't enough,
Too me she was more than just another bit of fluff,
I took her as my own,
Gave her a home,
Treated her like a queen,
Took her places she never seen,
Yet it still wasn't enough,
Why do I feel so rough?

She wanted more,
Why do I feel so bad,
Why do I feel so sad,
Why do I feel like I was in the wrong,
When it was her fucking up the lyrics of my song,
She wanted more,
So what ya gonna do?

In the middle of the night,
It's her that screws up my plight,
When searching for the dream;
& everything that will make it right,
She wants more,
So what am I too do,
Do I carry on regardless or do I carry on & let her screw me?

She wants more.

What am I gonna do?

I push her outa my mind,
Yet everytime I still find,
She is still in places I don't want her,
Still fucking with things I don't need her too,
She wants more, so what am I too do?

She took simplicity & made complexity,
Rearranged the easy & made it all hard,
Turned my bliss into hell,
& never gave anything back,
Do I attack,
Or do I let it go?

She wanted more...

21 June 2004.

[timbrality]

 

[Taz]

[Taz]

I awoke too a rough voice,
Saying unpleasant things,
Talking in a sharp tone,
Words that were harsh,
Threatening & full of intent,
Then I realized that voice was mine,
It was me speaking them.

The dream fast shrugged off,
The words soon silenced,
Worried someone had heard me utter them,
Scared by what they meant.

At what point do you see that you have seen too much,
When do you grasp that maybe you know too much?

Who says where that point is,
How do they get in the position where they have that power,
Just where is the line,
& who draws it?

In the greater picture of things,
When is that what you remember becomes a danger,
Too you,
Or too others,
Are the experiences you have in life all encompassing,
Just when do they become a danger too others,
& is the fact you talk in your sleep a warning sign?

Seen too much, know too much?
25th June 2004.

[timbrality]

:) I like this one...but there aren't really any I don't like... :)

[Taz]

Easily pleased you are. (Thank fuck)

[timbrality]

Easily pleased you are. (Thank fuck)

   :loopyblonde

[Taz]

No, thats right, I don't,
I don't care,
I don't care who you screw or what you do,
I'm beyond your reach,
There is nothing you can do,
That ain't been done before,
So there is the door,
You know what too do.

You come around giving me all the bad news,
Telling me what is new,
Like I really care,
Nope, not a bit,
I don't give a shit,
You had the time,
That ain't now,
You had your chance,
That went a long time ago,
So no, I really couldn't care what you do,
I don't give two shits about who you screw.

You come here looking for things that ain't on offer,
Thinking it's you that has things I need,
Not the case, no not even close,
So you can sit there looking all morose,
Cos too me it don't mean a thing,
There ain't no sting,
I am happily numb & playing dumb.

This ship has sailed,
Crew on board,
Breeze blowing,
The coast ahead for me is clear,
Sky is calm & serene,
Nothing you can do or say will change that...

If what you have is so good,
Why are you here telling me about it,
If what you have got is so special,
Why are you trying too make me jealous,
You think I want you back?

No, no baby not at all,
Cos I don't care,
Nope, not at all...

I'm out of reach,
I'm out of touch,
I'm  beyond really giving a fuck.

This ship has sailed,
Crew on board,
Breeze blowing,
Coast is clear,
Calm & serene,
Nothing you can do or say will change that...

No, thats right, I don't,
I don't care what you say,
I don't care who you screw or what you do,
I'm beyond your reach,
There is nothing you can do too change that,
So do me a favour,
Get off my back...

Take all that shit & get off my track.

I don't care, I really don't care...
But baby...  I don't care.
26th of June 2004.

[timbrality]

wow  

[Anonymous]

erm............................

[Taz]

Don't look down,
No don't ever look down,
When it's coming up,
Rise with it & ride it...

She comes out of no where,
Beating her gentle wings,
Zagging lights darting through your mind,
Intenser by the beat of your heart,
Zapping away little lights in the sky...

Pulse after pulse,
Rising higher & higher,
Stabbing away in the darkness,
Rushing & pushing worries away...

Up & up you go,
Ever higher into the sky,
Building up power,
Gradually gathering speed...

It's off & it's a big one,
Rolling me into the fake night,
No tresspassers wanted,
No skullfucking allowed...

Pulse after pulse,
Rising higher & higher,
Stabbing away in the darkness,
Rushing & pushing worries away...

The crescendo build up over,
Down too the full pond,
Beat & rythm sounds merging,
The long drawn out build up peaking...

I'll ride you into the ground,
You will take me home,
Of this I demand,
I need the distance,
Get me too the holy ground!

I'm standing tall,
Flowing with the pulses,
Stabbing my way through the false lights,
Weaving my way where I please,
Keeping pace with the beats,
Cruising away from the lights...

The adrenaline though intense,
Soon wears out,
So does the high,
So far up in the sky,
The air gets so thin,
Flying on high octane,
Fuel runs thin...

Pulse after pulse,
Rising higher & higher,
Stabbing away in the darkness,
Rushing & pushing worries away...

The drop.
Written by the Paws of G.T
13 July 2004.
V.001

[timbrality]

 :loopyblonde

[Taz]

You

You touched my soul,
You teased my passion,
You pleased me in ways I could never have dreamt of,
You were the one in my life that meant the most.

You were everything,
You were everything I ever needed,
You were the only one I ever pleaded with,
You satisfied my every desire,
You were the only one that took me higher than higher.

Only you,
Only you took me to those places I dreamed of,
Only you allowed me access to the places I needed,
Only you gave me the things I desired.
Only you.

You were the one that showed me the summit,
You were the one that showed what euphoria was all about,
You were the one who taught me what pleasure really is,
You showed me the way to loosing my way.

Only you,
Yes only you,
Only you.

11 Sept 2004

[timbrality]

Long time since there was an entry...

[Taz]

Just not been in the mood of late.

[timbrality]

well when you are its sure worth it...

[Taz]

It was just sliding it too the left,
Rotate the heel,
Eyes over & up,
Retina dodging the patches of light,
Iris speed across the night.

Bouncing along,
Riding on the wash,
Each vapour and trail,
We are floating in the ether,
Sureal an adventure,
Beyond term, time or indenture...

Free to ride which ever flavour we desire,
Choose a route,
The door is now open,
Simple beats turn into crescendo,
A symphonic euphoric ochestra,
Each note bouncing on your ear,
Each quaver & crotchet screaming out loud and clear.

You can see the patterns each bounce of the drum creates,
Watch as a violin creates a lightstream shaded subtle blue in an amber light...
The melody catching the night air in your mind on fire,
Shedding light & texture onto the sections of listened too collection,
The music a new aquaintance,
Though known in format,
A quality all anew is found...

Crossing the devide from regular & normal,
The spectrum widens...

It's a friend to you,
Its a friend to me,
It stands up for pride,
It will happily fight for dignity,
It knows both shadow and the light,
It sees injustice,
It's witnessed prejudice,
Dealt with oppression,
It's use has dealt with those and so many more,
The one unifying key...


Popping over the divide.
18th July - 2004.

[Taz]

Those that cannot look into water & see paradise are not worth bothering with...

[Taz]

My land,
This is my land,
It's my domain,
It's what keeps me from going insane.

No truths, no lies,
No absolution, no disguise,
No walls, no ceiling,
No roof and no floor,
Corridors or doorways,
Paths through to the way,
Links to the past,
Ever growing and increasing...

Strings and chains,
Information passing through cables,
Monitor and keyboard hooked into the mainframe,
Thoughts becoming reality,
Blueprints into graphic realization,
Dreams into vision,
Skills yet before unknown now possessed.
I bring you bits of gleaned knowledge,
Shape what I can create,
Add together what I can show,
Bring you all together,
So you can know...

14th of October 2004

[timbrality]

 excellent.....

[Taz]

Don't bow down to what people think of you,
Don't let others who want to hold you back for their own reasons,
Making you stay static in a place that is no good for you,
Make decisions for you,
Head towards your personal goals,
Choose your future,
Choose you own life...

Don't beg borrow or steal,
Never deny a hungry man a meal,
Follow the beat of your heart,
Listen to your soul,
Feel the vibration of your senses,
Choose your own life...


....

[Taz]

I had no other way you see,
I needed a hide, a hide away,
Can't you surely see,
There were so many things in my way,
So many obstacles holding me back,
I needed to be free,
So my energies could flow,
I needed a release from my ...

The cost of the things I love,
The price of the things I need,
Every man women & child need essentials to survie,
So why should some have none at all...

If that man cannot feed his sons and daughters,
Surely that is a bigger crime?
If he isn't given the tools to work the land,
The required education to enhance his skills,
The essentials of learning a better profession,
Options and choices in what he can do,
Improve our lives by improving his,
Can we as a world even define the concept,
Of where that should be denied anyone, let alone the poor....

Without any of the above no persona cannot develop and do what they can....

If never given a chance to hone ones skills,
Learn the tricks of a chosen trade,
Showed a skill in something new,
Has released the shackles and chains of his confines,
Restrected by lack of information,
Being this case,
Innocent quest for knowledge,
Only betterment was sought....


....

[Taz]

If one tries, shouldn't we all join in,
Especially if the cause is for the good of all mankind?

If one dies, shouldn't we all feel some sort of loss?
If one cries, shouldn't we all shed a tear,
Or bow our heads in a moment of silence?

...

If one dares to believe, shouldn't we all spare a moments thought,
See it from another view or angle,
Shouldn't we all walk side by side even though not hand in hand we shouldn't need to raise our arms or fists at one another?

If one dares to dream, dream of being or doing something better than what they are,
Shouldn't we encourage that dream or attempt at self betterment?
Make sure all chances or opportunities are given...


Think through the dream, credit it ourselves, & give it merit on our own decisions?
If it has a valid & worthy goal, should we not nuture the talent that had the dream...

/goes for food

[Taz]

When I say web Site, I mean simple Web Site Pages linked together through Text or Images;
To form a Web Site that may or may not have a Theme or Style.
It may or may not have a purpose or Business other than just being.
It may not be practical or predictable,
It can be as changing as the sunlight cast on a tree in all seasons.
It may once finished be as set as stone or Face of a Diamond once cut and Polished.

So long as it is how the person who designed it is happy with the final version or product.
The Page works, or does what it is supposed to.
It's reason for being should it have on is achieved with it's use or creation...

The person if any, who paid for it's being brought to life,
Are also satisfied with what they purchased;
Have no qualms, desires or tweaks want doing,
Are happy to call the job finished...

Job well done.
A Webmasters day is done...

Not All Webmasters can do All Tasks or have All the Skills...
No two are alike.
There is no Generic Blueprint, in Design or what you Aspire or Dream to Make.

[Taz]

Part 1 - Holy Thunder

There was a time in my life music teased me,
Just a note could set me off,
Just half a note could alert me,
A semi quaver was some times all I needed,
And I would know...

Yes, I would know,
The hairs on the back of my neck would stand on end,
My eyes would close just a fraction,
My pupils would narrow for just a moment,
Not even in the blink of an eye would you notice though,
Then they would blaze wide open...

In that tenth of a heartbeat,
When my pupils had shivered,
My whole iris had been set alight by my ear drums,
A signal had been fired to my brain,
Those subtle vibrations of bass or drum,
Key or tone, pulse or simple sensation to be,
Had started of a chain reaction of self satisfaction,
Holy thunder was about to be taught a thing or two...

[Taz]

It's like a rush comin over me,
Hell or high water just let me be,
I got things to do,
I got people to see,
Can't you get the message?
Stop bugging me...

The lights blaze for just a second,
The synth is kicking in,
The build up a moment away,
The man is just letting you know what is coming in...

The crash of a drum,
The roll and fill over,
You are in to the hilt,
The full beat and force hits for just a moment,
The tune drops in...

Oh those eyes,
Those fucking intense eyes,
They all used to wonder about the stare,
You could look in and never come out,
So deep were those black eyes...

Face set to kill,
Emotion dripping of you,
Steam rising from the brow,
Sweat forming all over you like the morning dew...

[Taz]

The lights went out long ago,
The darkness surrounds you like a very intimate friend,
You need it like it needs you,
You both move together looking for the shade...

Finding both the beat of the music;
and the pulse and timing of the lights...

Yes, that is where a true dancers skill lies...
This is where those tiny reflex actions was going to take me...
I'd paid for my time in paradise,
I worked for the fees,
You are god damn right,
It was time I was set free...

[Taz]

The man was cruel,
The man was harsh,
He stood above you and made you work hard,
Sometimes just dangling it in front of you,
Then taking it away...

He gave you the slightest taste,
Then took away with glee,
Giving you momentary hope,
Letting you dream the impossible was realizable,
More than that though,
Giving you what you need.

With the flick of a wrist they can turn you on,
Fuel you into heightened frenzy,
Drive you into overload...

Blow ya mind and make it all alright,
Hold you close and keep you tight,
Run fingers down your spine,
Set your soul alight...

Choice of rhythm,
Blend of drum,
Pitch or tempo,
Scratch or slide...

Cross-fade you in and then blend you out,
Push more than console dials to create a harmonious effect,
But mass audiences with the pulse or tone...
Glowing from the radiance being created...
The D.J was in the mix...

Bodies swaying below them,
Heads moving as a sea,
Arms like waves,
Some forming the barrels,
Some forming the breaks,
The whites and tips by so many others...

The music has more than I tonight...
The early sensations were right...
My early senses set alight by the perfect choon for the moment...
Setting my soul free.

[Webmaster]

Be it the male hunter of the melodious and sublime beat
Or the deep down dirty vibe mistresses pushing the edge to find or define a moment...

They make our night,
Take us places,
Create moments that will last an eternity...

Their lightest touch can send shivers down your back,
Make your eyes fly open and your jaw drop.

Play it hard
Play it strong
Play that mother fucking funky shit all night long...

Take my ears places they have never been,
Open my mind to things I have never seen,
Make my nerves go into overdrive,
Let my spirit soar free,
Take me the fuck away...

"Play"
(Part 2)?
25th December 2004.

[Taz]

On a slope leading to the beach my heart was broken,
Cracked in two with splinter shards,
The sound heard only by my soul,
The pain felt by only me...

You finished it off at a later date,
That was the day the damage was done though,
Stood in a place I had felt safe,
Out of reach and out of grasp of anothers reach,
So deep in love with someone like never before...

Yet you still slammed that door,
You still started the chain reaction that lead to dual dissatisfaction,
Us was enough for you,
You didn't have a clue what you were doing,
You really should have known...

We ran away to Paradise,
Yet you wanted to go back,
Back to what might as well have been the gates of hell,
We had tranquility like you had never known before,
It still wasn't enough...

The skies had been so blue,
The temperature had risen higher and higher,
That summer of love was amazing,
Beating all before it and all to come...

The sun had shone on us so many days,
The moon had paced us and held us in it's embrace time and time again,
The sea had crashed upon us or lapped at our heels countless times,
The gentle winds has brushed our tanned skin...

We had spent hours walking the hot concrete,
Through the town,
Down the back street,
Up and down the hills...

Loving every shop window,
Feeling at home on every street,
No fear to just walk for hours on end,
Hand in hand,
Arm in arm,
Gaze upon gaze,
Lost in our own haze...

The mists of time had forgotton us,
We got lost along the way,
Slipped out of reality,
Jumping from the daylight into the dark...

We met under the flashes of light,
The boom of the bass,
The rumble of the bossanova,
This was not our first encounter though,
But it is where the story of we began...

I didn't need to fantasize,
All I had to do was look into your eyes,
Everything I ever needed was looking back at me,
I was wrapped in a glow that was more than just sunlight,
I basked in a beauty,
She always smelled of the calm blue sea...

I can smell her now,
Her softness reminding me of the curl of a wave,
Gentle motion and shimmering shine of light,
Her grace like that of a drop of water,
Breaking a calm pond,
The ripples of her presence,
Enough to take ones breath away,
When displaying her inner soul,
She charged like a wave,
Her aura mingling with and charging her odour,
The scent unleashed from her hair...

It rose like a Tsunami,
Shiny spray just flicking up and outwards,
The swell below pushing through her body,
The beat was setting her free...

Being close to her then,
When her pheremones were being released in bulk dose,
At the moment they burts free,
When the crash of the tune dropped,
When she dropped the hammer...

It hit like running into a forceshield,
She would look up at me and I knew it was coming,
It would rinse over me and seduce me,
This flash of light morphing over me,
A full frontal sensual assault,
Pasion in an eyeblink,
Easily missed if not the receiver,
Never missed if caught...

It used to drive me crazy,
Gripping my very soul,
Her wave picking me up and moving me,
Like the 8 foot offshores of earlier that day...

Like my days of surfing,
That came to an end,
We no longer walked that beach,
Or got to smell or bask in that breeze again...

The door closed and we went away,
Soon after we were apart from each other...

The tide set on our day...

The story of we.
25th December 2004.
By G.T.

[Taz]

For some of us,
Lifting up the tape and walking through,
Is not always possible,
For some,
Opening the door and going where they please,
Is not always allowed...

Some of us take that right or privelidge for granted...

Some places in our world,
It's not safe to walk the streets,
You are not even safe in your home,
This isn't some work heard about by just a single voice or drum,
It's spoken of by the world media,
Yet it still goes on...

25th Decemeber 2004.

 

[Taz]

So I crunch through the light frost,
Little shiny spiderwebs of cold snaking over the pavement,
Melted patches of ice collecting in the well trodden places,
Becoming less and less the way I am heading,
More spider web finger tips ahead of me than broken trail.

The frost nipping on the back on my nose and catching at my throat,
The vapour white and cloudy,
Billowing away with each exhale,
Mixing with the fresh, crisp, pure night time air,
No breeze stirring it...

Crunch and slide,
The occasional clomp or thud
My boot heel occasionally hitting an ice free patch less and less now,
The only noise my breath and a rustle,
My coat sliding on itself as my arms work harder now,
The noise of a sleeve catching on body as they pass,
Back and forth as an incline requires a little more effort of them.


The noises created by the breathing and coat,
The pound of the boot,
Or the crunch of the ice,
All in time as I walk to the beat playing in my ears..

The constant noises of walking,
The regular night sounds,
The echo of each and every breath,
All lost except between silences in the music,
When a track ends and a new one starts,
Even then the noise is muffled,
The mini speakers in my ears,
Keeping them out and the winter morning chill...

I left my music off and the headphones out when I set off though,
I enjoy listening to the sounds as I walk from the streets,
I waited till I left the beaten pavements,
Not needing the pre-written and recorded music just yet,
Listening to the sounds of the main street,
Even at this early hour,
Making noise every now and then,
Each sound like a pulse...

An alarm ringing in the still night air,
A shutter going up,
A delivery being dropped off.
The still night air carrying them,
Mixing them all together,
They blend into the vibe,
The hum and buzz,
3 in the morning and 3 degrees below freezing,
The lifeblood of the town still flows,
Slowed down and less frequent,
It beats no less...

These sounds,
When they are replaced with the noise of silence,
It's like a cleansing of the soul,
Bringing me at least to a state of peace,
The sounds of my labour,
Becoming the dominating noise,
Signaling the end of the ride,
The soundtrack I adore fading out,
Off the beaten track the silence of early morn waits,
It's that what I seek...

As I approach the final staircase to where the roads will be left behind,
The watery shiny pathway my only guide,
No arcs of orange streetlights to guide me,
Then and only then do I even think of reaching for my headphones,
I reach for a smoke first,
Lighting up the filtered tailor made,
One eye kept closed from the flame,
A moment or two taken stood still,
Letting the exposed eye adjust again...

Taking that brief pause in motion,
I take the chance and reach for my phones,
I jack myself in,
Select the track to play,
I wait for the beat...

To my right is a silver liquid,
Large pools of Orange ripple on the surface,
Creating halos and coronas,
Framed by pure blackness,
The direction I head off into...

My eye adjusting to the reducing light again,
I head off down by the side of the water,
The path underneath crunching,
Loose stone shifting under the pressure,
My feet beating a strong healthy pattern.


The music carrying me now,
Was chosen to rise like the sun,
Each track selected to blend,
Follow on from the one before,
Pitch rising,
Beat building,
Tones pitching ever upwards,
The further into the darkness I went,
The harder the drum would bang.

Hands thrust deep inside my thick winter jacket,
Shoulders hunched up against the plush collar,
Cosy in the snugness,
Warm from the outside chill,
A small wave on contentment washed over me,
My mind was pretty still,
Clearer than it had been for a while,
The walk having the desired effect.

The darkness acting like a cleanser,
Scrubbing me clean of niggles,
Pushing back the layers of small self doubts,
A once clouded minds eye able to see again,
My thoughts focussed on relaxing for a moment...

The Orange lights from the street no longer cast their glow on the water,
The once bright silver liquid effect not even a shadow of it's former intensity,
The long reaching arm and hues had closed in,
The dark blues to black had encroached,
Dulled the shine, cut back the light,
Reduced the silver to a dull shine,
Where once pools once ruled,
Only thin splodges and shards remained.

Oily dark blackness whispered atop the water,
Merging with the placid blackness beneath,
Object deep below shifting colours,
Temperatures above and below creating anomalies,
Variants in light and shade,
Shadow and mist flexed and used,
Atmosphere a mere puppet of a few degrees change.

I take in the little shiny droplets,
Forming on tree branches,
Each topped with a frosting,
Little drips below.

No baubles, no tinsel,
No frosted or fake snow,
No fairy on the top,
No presents below,
The real deal,
The genuine McCoy,
These trees were standing against the real cold.

A few brush my arm,
The droplets running fast down my shiny coat,
The branches dragging,
Then flicking back,
Some shaking off the ice and snow,
Others just shedding the droplets,
Though it will probably only be a short reprieve.

Just like my temporary moment of contentment,
My carefree moment over now,
The path now requiring my attention,
Even the music pushed aside for a moment,
My eyes focus more on where my feet go,
Picking and choosing their spot,
The path much more narrow,
So choice footing is required.

The footprints behind me,
Have spiraled around a corner now,
Fading away and getting smaller before doing so,
The distance a moderate one,
Behind the trail is fairly well lit,
The moon clear in the frosty nipped sky,
It's light mixing with that of the light pollution from the town and streets,
The reflection of the scene,
Like that of a Yin and Yang,
In the light you see depth, detail and colour,
In the darker half,
Shade and outline is what guides the eye.

Silhouette and rough form,
These are my markers and guides now,
The archway ahead just hinted at,
The bend in the archway giving it away,
The change in the blackness at it's centre adding to the clue,
Merging shadows,
Blending shades,
Lines joining,
Vectors becoming rounder.


The darkness grew in vastness,
Stretching away into the distance,
Growing slimmer and darker,
The tiniest spec of light showing the middle,
No detail by that point to see,
All lines or definition long erased by the encompassing pitch black.

A Thin metal rail at waist height on my left,
The only thing between me and the icy water,
Rough brickwork to my right,
Moist, damp, slimy in patches,
Bone dry and as rough as the day it was hewn from a cliff in others,
The archway passage both foot and water byway,
A long journey in the dark...

[Taz]

So I'm heading down towards the beach,
A little ritual thinking comes into play,
This is no meander for a mooch,
Nor some chore or ball ache,
I'm heading for the shore to play,
Got my suit on and my board under my arm.

I make sure the front door is locked,
Place the key in my rucksack,
Rotate my neck to shake off the rush,
A sudden rise of euphoria needs stemming,
Gotta make it on down to where the waves are fast,
No time for rushes now other than getting a move on down to the beach.

A few hours I to play with,
The surf was up,
The time was right,
Heading on down the beach,
Time for cruising a few waves,
Getting back with nature,
Washing away the grime.

My feet follow well walked paths,
Smooth patches in the rough show you the way,
After time you can see the best route,
Smooth stepping stones among the sharpness,
Soft patches giving comfort from the harsh ground,
Many before you doing the same,
Heading toward the beech barefoot,
Anticipating the waves...

Full of energy I bounce my way down,
Heading right at the soft sand,
Mentally reaching right out into the deep blue sea,
I can see the breaking waves most of the way,
I miss not being on each and every one,
Seeing them breaking even while heading towards them seems a pity,
Knowing I will soon be riding on them makes up for the loss.

I cross from street onto back pathway,
Running now down time created gullies,
Between cropped and kept greens,
Raked and trimmed bunkers,
My feet pound out a beat,
The tattoo in time with the crashing of the waves I can hear,
My stride long and fast,
Heading nearer the dunes each step.

The deeper softer sand slows me a little,
The pound of the waves much louder now,
A familiar beat and after boom I know so well,
Like an old friend calling it draws me near,
I show no fear at it's size or shape,
I know the risks of what I undertake,
My deal with the sea made and my soul sold,
I stow my rucksack behind an old wall,
I then head into the white breakers,
I begin the cleansing of my soul.

Countless strokes and braving the currents,
Bring me where I need to be,
Out just before reaching the back line I now feel released,
I can allow the first major rush it's unimpeded journey,
It cascades over me and I get a deep fulfilling high.

[Taz]

What did I want?
I'll tell you what I wanted,
I wanted someone to join me on the same mental train,
So we could get together and drive through the night like a steam train.

I wanted people in the same frame of mind,
Stand up now, stop marking time,
The barriers are getting torn down tonight,
It's time for reaching out into the dark,
Let's open our minds and head into the night...

I needed people around me feeling as I did,
Each note and melody inspiring their reactions.
Setting themselves free of the chains reality holds us with,
Gyrating away from troubles and causes,
Seeking the lights of the night,
Exploring inner and outer space,
Joining in the dark time masses,
Visions of dreams,
Futures and passings.

19th of February 2005
Written by G.T