One Man

One man's dusk is another man's dawn,
Just as one mans king is another mans pawn.
One man's poison is another man's meat,
Just as one man's vicory seals another man's defeat.

One man's Heaven is another mans hell,
Just as one mans freedom is another mans cell.
One man's worst is another man's best,
Some men prey to the East while others bow to the west.

One man's love is another mans hate,
Just as one man carfully plans another leaves to fate.
One man clings to life as another welcomes and end,
Just as one man's enemy is another man's friend.

Just as the cool blue seas differs from the green lush lands
All men are different but we are all sons of man.

TheJoker1975(c)

One i wrote a while ago

Strange fruit

From miles and miles they came to see,
The sweetest fruit on the strangest tree.
I wont travel far as I've no need too,
As the tree is called life and the sweetest fruit you.

(c) TheJoker1975

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A new poem.... Senses

What sound does a heart make when it breaks, or a dream when fails and dies?
Does it murmur like a summer breeze or scream in anguish and rage into the night skies?

What colour does hope become when reality makes it fade away?

Does once a rainbow brilliance dull in darkness a pallid shade of grey?

How does it feel when the ship of aspirations crashes on the rocks of life?
Does it go gently into the sweet night or does it sting like the cut of a knife?

What odour remains on the corpse of a idea picked clean by the carrion crows?
Does it now burn acrid ferocity what was once as sweet as the red red rose?

What does pride taste like when it’s swallowed after the fall?
If this is what my life shall be I'd choose no senses at all.

72 Crane project

Here's numbers 4 and 5 Taken at the Glasgow Botanical Gardens.

This one was taken with my Camera on macro mode. I'm going to call this one .. Jurassic Crane. I wish i had small plastic paleontologist to be placed in front of of it.

I wish i had a frog paper for this one.

Another attempt at a song

I think this is slightly more upbeat than my previously posted song. A little less self loathing and a little more self praise. (does that sound like an Elvis song?). My first attempt was more of a ballady acoustic number. This is a more punk vibe that i wrote on one of my up phases. Anyway the song is called "Call me Gravity".

Call me Gravity

When its right and when I'm ready,
I'll hold my course and keep it steady.
I won't back down and i won't falter,
My chosen target I'll not alter.
Tonight's the night i let it all go,
It's all yes yes its no more no no.
I sing my loudest to the night air,
No more near misses, I just don't care!

I'll be the loudest I'll be strongest,
I'll ride a tiger and hold on longest
I'll be so fast too fast to see,
I'll be a force of nature, call me gravity.

There's no point it slowing down,
No point searching if it's found.
No point in diving in the sea,
If a mountain tops where you wanna be.
All I wants a little fun,
I want my day in summer sun.
Too much time I have wasted,
When the sweetest wine remains untasted.

I'll be the loudest I'll be strongest,
I'll ride a tiger and hold on longest
I'll be so fast too fast to see,
I'll be a force of nature, call me gravity.

My selfish genes now dominant,
You can't say no, you can't say can't.
My shoulders have been others ladders,
With weaker minds and weaker bladder.
To hell with deep, what's wrong with shallow?
I'm a nuclear missile you're a bow and arrow.
No more will I be a second best,
It's all me now so fuck the rest.

I'll be the loudest I'll be strongest,
I'll ride a tiger and hold on longest
I'll be so fast too fast to see,
I'll be a force of nature, call me gravity.

72 Crane Project numbers 2 and 3

Ok.. Here they are. with major of help from talented people i present image number 2 and number 3.

Image 2 is a Celtic print Crane taken in the GOMA. Its taken from the small viewing hole on level 2. I took lots of pictures with all the wood. Some where to dark and some too bright. The image i chose although not showing all the wood gives a warm "oldy" feel. I think it looks "No that bad".

Ok, The next one I'm calling "Hiding in culture". Its a crane made of paper with musical notes on it. The bathroom at the Tron Gallery is papered with musical manuscript. I like the way that the bird blends in with the wall as if its trying to hide.

An attempt at poetry

Me and You


I see things that you may not see
Just as you see things invisible to me.
This is what i am and these things I do.
Make me different, I am NOT like you.

(c) TheJoker1975

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