friend, on the occasion of…

by sunovawot and damommza

floating on a mental breeze
i pass above the sunlit seas
planes and ships i see below
each one with their place to go
i have no wish to join those folk
why fix, when i am happy broke
so on i dream, and on i fly
the endless hours passing by
i have no wish for this to end
what better way to meet a friend

floating on a mental breeze
i pass above the sunlit trees
buds and grass i see below
each one with their place to grow
i have no wish to join those oak
why fix, when I’m a happy bloke
so on i dream, in my blue sky
the endless clouds just passing by
and when I finish what I’ve penned
I see him then, there is my friend

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cool and settled

by sunovawot and damommza

It was a cool and settled night-time
all the ghosties laying low
without the storm and lightning
they had nowhere to go

They tried to hide in houses
Abandoned and alone
But With no electric
How will they charge their phone?

They crouched in tall wide grasses
Stretched out under the stars
And played with the night life
Caught fireflies in jars

it’s not the same as haunting
as anyone can see
but without storm and lightning
ghosts are never free

Real Time

by damommza

With fingers spread, we cannot touch
The miles too far, the time too much
You are asleep, while I’m awake
You cannot give, I cannot take

The clock declares, this is “real time”
We never talk, we often rhyme
When we are dead, where will we go?
I often guess, you just don’t know

where do sounds go

by damommza & sunovawot

where do sounds go, after they flee,
from pain and shattered dreams?
like little bubbles of despair
filled with tiny screams

do they land in other places
or attach to people’s clothes
do they linger round your collar
and just sit upon your nose

are they the creaking in the night
the sound upon the stair
the door slowly unlocking
when you know there’s no one there

are they the coffee mug that clinks
and fills another cup
the sound of sipping dark, hot brew
when only you are up

the question is a troubling one
though most seem not to care
they’ll tell you noise is nothing but
vibrations in the air

yet after all this maundering
between us, me and you
where do the dead sounds wander
I haven’t got a clue

paint

by damommza & sunovawot

The dark and bloody moon
it shines through my window
a storm is twisting branches
as they bow to threat of snow

the candles flicker wildly
their flames lick at my face
all the world is poison
I’m safest in my space

the doors are tightly bolted
the shades now drawn and dark
I check each inch of my skin
but find no devil’s mark

and yet I’m cursed and have been
there really was no choice
they could have ended my life
by silencing my voice

I take my pen to paper
and as I begin to write
these stories just flow from me
on this cold and hopeless night

for words are where my power lives
in every measured phrase
to take another step beyond
the prison of my days

the chances they have wasted
to bring me to my knees
to place their mark upon me
like some loathsome disease

and come once more the morning
when all their power has fled
I’ll take my turn as hunter
and paint the streets blood red

change

by damommza & sunovawot

If I only did
What I normally do
You’d have never met me
I’d have never met you

The poetry biz
Would be quite the flop
We’d use up our ideas
And eventually stop

But now we can bounce
A thought or a tale
A word or a phrase
It never gets stale

And so dear sunny
I leave it to you
To finish this tale
With a nice thought or two

change comes as it must
that none can deny
you change to keep living
or stagnate and die

and really, let’s face it
i’m willing to bet
that neither one of us
wants to die yet

where?

by sunovawot & damommza

the light comes on
and what a scare
i look for me
but i’m not there

it’s passing strange
when all you find
you’ve left but left
yourself behind

so i look for
me plainly hid
i swore i’d not
but then i did

if i’m not gone
and i’m not there
i really am
not anywhere

so off i creep
in to my bed
and on my pillow
there’s my head

duet for one voice

by damommza and sunovawot

While stretching this band
that sadly unites us
we pull and we pull
but the damn thing just fights us

I want to go shower
you, to read a book
I want to just sleep
you just want to cook

the only thing worse
than being attached to a twin
is when we gamble at cards
we both lose and win

the truth maybe stranger
than any fiction
but that doesn’t help
alleviate friction

so pray for the day
that someone can sever
this bond that I loathe
that binds us forever

life online

by damommza & sunovawot

I
my stories and my memories
are saved unto the cloud
I know them all by heart and
I can restore “password allowed”

the files have all transferred there
my books, the songs, downloads
they are completey safe as
you’ll never hack the code

I’ve tried to send my soul as well
but the bandwidth is too small
I’d also need to encrypt it
behind a firewall

If I want to monitor
my memory or my RAM
I’ll just be sure to delete
all that crappy spam

when my browser isn’t flaming
and I know it’s a screenshot
I’ll save my memories of you
as you’re not a computer bot

II
please note before you proceed
to move your life online
the rules you must comply with
and things will be just fine

no love or laughing permitted
while you are a guest in the cloud
no memories that might be disturbing
in fact no emotions allowed

III
so now that you are settled
your life’s upload is complete
make sure everything is backed-up
before someone hits “DELETE”

xmas? yeah, right

by damommza & sunovawot

The shopping is over
The wrapping is done
I’ve made lots of cookies
And eaten every one
The stockings are hung
By the chimney with care
I’m off to the gym
Before I outgrow this chair….

the shopping’s not done yet
the wrapping’s a chore
I ain’t making cookies
’cause cooking’s a bore
the stockings are holey
the chimney is blocked
I’ll forgo the gym ’cause
the bar is well stocked