Plagasus

Plagasus by ★ CRYSTΛL ★
Plagasus, a photo by ★ CRYSTΛL ★ on Flickr.

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Bird without wings

Bird without wings by ★ CRYSTΛL ★
Bird without wings, a photo by ★ CRYSTΛL ★ on Flickr.

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Wishing that something would happen
A change in this place,
‘cos I’m tearing off the fancy wrapping
Find an empty package

Take for a while
Your trumpet from your lip
Loosen your hold, loosen your grip
On your old ways
That have fallen out of step
In a changing time
Hoist a new flag
Hoist a new flag

Angry sun burn down
Judging us all
Guilty of neglect and disrespect
And thinking small

And death by boredom
And death by greed
If we can’t stop taking
More than we need

But across the fractured landscape
I find the same things
Tired ideas
Birds without wings

Birds without wings
Birds without wings

And these are just thoughts
On lack-lustre times
I’ve no interest
In excuses you can find

Like you’ve had a hard day
Now you’ve too tired to care
Now you’re too tired to care
You’ve had a hard day

Well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
Tired ideas broken values
Many with the notion
That to share is to lose
A hollow people bound by a lack
Of imagination and too much looking back Without the courage
To give a new thing a chance
Grounded by this ignorance

(and the cat comes)
We’re just,

Birds without wings
Birds without wings
Birds without wings

The son of man

The son of man by ★ CЯYSTΛL ★
The son of man, a photo by ★ CЯYSTΛL ★ on Flickr.

“At least it hides the face partly. Well, so you have the apparent face, the apple, hiding the visible but hidden, the face of the person. It’s something that happens constantly. Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.”

René Magritte