Programmed By Weather E-Book

Magnus M.

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Programmed By Weather is a collection of poems and lyrics based around the themes of living as a misanthrope and the illusion of reality. The author is the singer songwriter for the band Guiltfilter and has also released an accompanying 4-rack solo EP.. The titles are taken from songs and poetry written between 2010 to 2019.

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G.F. Mags

Programmed By Weather

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Title Page Content

PROGRAMMED

BY WEATHER

by G.F. MAGS

Copyright © 2019 G.F. Mags. All rights reserved.

Cover design and painting by the author.

Many of the following poems are also song lyrics written over the years and the four song musical release Programmed By Weather by Guiltfilter Mags is an accompanying musical work to this release.

CONTENTS

Programmed By Weather

Black Market Bear

Entropy

Michael

How to escape the matrix

Two Days

My past

One more

Terminal

Time does not bend

Biographer

Back to base

Acronym

Ships log

Town you grew up in

Black-knot

Hanging on

Holding on

I Don’t Know a Thing About You

Little Lost Scout’s Telegram

Waiting

"On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?"

William Blake - The Tyger

"Yes, and here's to the few,

Who forgive what you do

And the fewer who don't even care"

Leonard Cohen - The Night Comes On

Programmed By Weather

Programmed By Weather

We bend

Beyond tiredness

We can barely see

And rest is hidden

Anaesthetised

By essential needs

And rain be all our throes

An ominous, direful drench

That mires remaining un-greed

And wants, I suspect

To eat us

Three elder cyclones

Be it’s children

Adrift in labyrinth schemes

Then later, in private focus

I sense it’s weakness

So is there hope

In that exigent moment?

Or are we just programmed by weather?

On a cloudless sunset, we find love

Grey skies, gloom descends, love ends

Are we not guided by the weather?

Are we not slaves to the skies?

Are we not tracked by satellites?

Under a cloudless sky, we find hope

Grey skies, gloom descends, only the strong survive

Black Market Bear

Black Market Bear

i always try

to spend my share

and prop up

the black market bear

traced my donations

into the caves

trucked through mountains

across the waves

and tall thai Eddie

n’ little Aussie Phil

will wash your money

runny nose kill

up and down this street

these blokes you can trust

their lives squashed flat

commissioned in rust

and what else can they do

when dreams are taken from you

and what else can they be

in this black market economy

he picks up his tea

of poisoned leaves

flies through the night

no-one at his side

no-one to hold him