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The pigeon project - the full series
Pigeon Project 1
I fly across the sky like a wizard
To analyse this project for some gain
I hear voices that are confuted
I hear stories that are muted
In the remix of emotions
In the conundrum of disorders
I see tears pouring
I see hearts sinking
For love, I look into the heart
For hope, I peek into the soul
I land on the tree none the wiser
To analyse that project in vain
The pigeon project - 2
I have been scratching my head because my project has not been constructive so far. So I am meditating and am also restless at the same time with fleas swimming in my feathers.
Notwithstanding the complexity, I welcome the nocturnal species who have made a lot of resting place are treetops too - most of them are complaining about how little scraps they get these days and how much competition there is ..well, peck, peck and peck away...welcome to the time machine.
I have a lot of homework to do. I have read little but encountered much about my kind and of course, very little of the humans who - and please excuse me - all wish to feel good and then imagine that hope and the positiveness will somehow provide salvation. Despite this approach, they inevitability know in their cold psyche that their world is not the reality.
So I hop from one branch to another to deal with what birds are singing about...the fat old owl is scanning the ground for worms and two love birds bitching about the egg that the dingo ate. Many incidents like this keep repeating till dawn breaks with the chip, chip gatherers on the park.
The myths have gone to cloud nine since everyone else seems to have gone to sleep without any plans for tomorrow, but instinctively they are watch full of the snake's hissing in the ground beneath the soil.
I am awake, recording humans who entered the forest and laid bare their story right beneath my hear sight.
The pigeon project - 3
Now recording....
‘This is a safe place to rest...dont you think?
‘Beautiful and charming...and it is so quite.‘
‘Did you hear that hissing - quiet and listen?’
‘Hear what - kissing?’
‘Hissing!’
‘Not if you are thinking of snakes - except a pigeon up above’
Pause. Yes, I am here...but you have no idea that in the midst of peace there is muted chaos - never mind that story ...so tell me whats in your minds.
‘How we get scared when our existence is in danger...you just never know what's going to happen next.’
‘Why do you say that? I thought everything is karmic and there is no two ways about this rascality that gives us the roller coaster ride for the hoo-ah’
‘Thats exactly what it is - the cause and effect syndrome - do you recall that physics lesson?’
‘What the hell physics has got to do with us being here...no apples falling to the ground.’
Pause. I let out a few drops of shit.
‘Damn - the shit on my head - not the fucking eruka again!’
‘That must be the destined shit!
But what bothers me is how the hell am I going to meditate and seriously contemplate without all the unwanted distractions. After all, our sole purpose is to get closer to God - not this shitting pigeon!’
‘Dont think this world is written out as in destiny - if it is then there are so many fuck ups. I could simply kill that pigeon who shit on you!’
Pause - imagine the data In the cloud of everything that effects each and every living organism and nonliving artefacts - let alone the massive and uncountable interactions’
‘Yes, day in and day out till you die!!
Pause. Excuse me ...more shit dropping.
‘Shit! shit! More fucking shit! Are you going to tell me that tonight I am destined to have not one but two doses of shit from this pigeon!’
Pause. I accidentally dropped a twig and it hit something below ...
‘Snake...snake, snake! Get the hell out of here before we are destined to be killed by a snake out of nowhere!’.
‘Yeah - why the snake and why not the pigeon?’
Stop recording. The whole ecosystem is in disarray:
Hiss hiss hiss!!!
Rattle rattle rattle!!!
Peck peck peck!!!
Chip chip chip!!!
Update - still not much progress.
May be I should disband this project - just as destined!
Or are you worried I am going to shit on you too?
The pigeon project - final
Folks I am destined to finish this project.
After the two idiots created so much distress that:
The two bitching birds divorced.
The dingo died after eating the stolen egg.
The owl choked after the worm put a spell on his beak.
The snake climbed up the tree and gave me a heart attack.
I pecked it so hard that he pissed rather than hissed!
I flew away for good - there must be a serene place:
Home
Peace
No judgements
No bullshits
Away from the maddening crowd
Away from all the distraction
No issues with god or the devil
No issues with us and them
Just us scavenging
Just me shitting
Last I heard of the two idiots was from a flying duck that they were struck by lightning - yes, during a cause and effect physics experiment.
So I came back to this portal and morphed into an avatar of a crazy (and often radical) poet - to begin another new project.
I fly across the sky like a wizard
To analyse this project for some gain
I hear voices that are confuted
I hear stories that are muted
In the remix of emotions
In the conundrum of disorders
I see tears pouring
I see hearts sinking
For love, I look into the heart
For hope, I peek into the soul
I land on the tree none the wiser
To analyse that project in vain
The pigeon project - 2
I have been scratching my head because my project has not been constructive so far. So I am meditating and am also restless at the same time with fleas swimming in my feathers.
Notwithstanding the complexity, I welcome the nocturnal species who have made a lot of resting place are treetops too - most of them are complaining about how little scraps they get these days and how much competition there is ..well, peck, peck and peck away...welcome to the time machine.
I have a lot of homework to do. I have read little but encountered much about my kind and of course, very little of the humans who - and please excuse me - all wish to feel good and then imagine that hope and the positiveness will somehow provide salvation. Despite this approach, they inevitability know in their cold psyche that their world is not the reality.
So I hop from one branch to another to deal with what birds are singing about...the fat old owl is scanning the ground for worms and two love birds bitching about the egg that the dingo ate. Many incidents like this keep repeating till dawn breaks with the chip, chip gatherers on the park.
The myths have gone to cloud nine since everyone else seems to have gone to sleep without any plans for tomorrow, but instinctively they are watch full of the snake's hissing in the ground beneath the soil.
I am awake, recording humans who entered the forest and laid bare their story right beneath my hear sight.
The pigeon project - 3
Now recording....
‘This is a safe place to rest...dont you think?
‘Beautiful and charming...and it is so quite.‘
‘Did you hear that hissing - quiet and listen?’
‘Hear what - kissing?’
‘Hissing!’
‘Not if you are thinking of snakes - except a pigeon up above’
Pause. Yes, I am here...but you have no idea that in the midst of peace there is muted chaos - never mind that story ...so tell me whats in your minds.
‘How we get scared when our existence is in danger...you just never know what's going to happen next.’
‘Why do you say that? I thought everything is karmic and there is no two ways about this rascality that gives us the roller coaster ride for the hoo-ah’
‘Thats exactly what it is - the cause and effect syndrome - do you recall that physics lesson?’
‘What the hell physics has got to do with us being here...no apples falling to the ground.’
Pause. I let out a few drops of shit.
‘Damn - the shit on my head - not the fucking eruka again!’
‘That must be the destined shit!
But what bothers me is how the hell am I going to meditate and seriously contemplate without all the unwanted distractions. After all, our sole purpose is to get closer to God - not this shitting pigeon!’
‘Dont think this world is written out as in destiny - if it is then there are so many fuck ups. I could simply kill that pigeon who shit on you!’
Pause - imagine the data In the cloud of everything that effects each and every living organism and nonliving artefacts - let alone the massive and uncountable interactions’
‘Yes, day in and day out till you die!!
Pause. Excuse me ...more shit dropping.
‘Shit! shit! More fucking shit! Are you going to tell me that tonight I am destined to have not one but two doses of shit from this pigeon!’
Pause. I accidentally dropped a twig and it hit something below ...
‘Snake...snake, snake! Get the hell out of here before we are destined to be killed by a snake out of nowhere!’.
‘Yeah - why the snake and why not the pigeon?’
Stop recording. The whole ecosystem is in disarray:
Hiss hiss hiss!!!
Rattle rattle rattle!!!
Peck peck peck!!!
Chip chip chip!!!
Update - still not much progress.
May be I should disband this project - just as destined!
Or are you worried I am going to shit on you too?
The pigeon project - final
Folks I am destined to finish this project.
After the two idiots created so much distress that:
The two bitching birds divorced.
The dingo died after eating the stolen egg.
The owl choked after the worm put a spell on his beak.
The snake climbed up the tree and gave me a heart attack.
I pecked it so hard that he pissed rather than hissed!
I flew away for good - there must be a serene place:
Home
Peace
No judgements
No bullshits
Away from the maddening crowd
Away from all the distraction
No issues with god or the devil
No issues with us and them
Just us scavenging
Just me shitting
Last I heard of the two idiots was from a flying duck that they were struck by lightning - yes, during a cause and effect physics experiment.
So I came back to this portal and morphed into an avatar of a crazy (and often radical) poet - to begin another new project.
