| Welcome to my DA page. My name is Mark Farrier. I'm a writer and a musician. I try to draw.. sometimes.. and fail CARNEVIL - The Magic Fafoon (live at Kings Arms Tavern) [link] |
| Welcome to my DA page. My name is Mark Farrier. I'm a writer and a musician. I try to draw.. sometimes.. and fail CARNEVIL - The Magic Fafoon (live at Kings Arms Tavern) [link] |


Mystery PoemLife is a combination Of dreams and dances Caught up in a whirlwind Of love and thoughtMystery Poem
They cascade into us And float out Eroding the shores Of our discontent Inviting every insignificant particale It comes across on its travels To join in it's pilgramage To cirgumnavigate these desert lands And sink into hope...
For when the dreamers stray to see too much They seek refuge within The desolation that surrounds and penetrates Confounding lidless eyes to dream no more And spend their lives Inside
And out of mind
Moses

VertigoLucid angel perplexed at his ritual Necromancing the stone into dust Left uncollected and scattered Never to be set in motion Never to be set free Of this methodical device Body of christ Rhythmically compelling Me to burnVertigo


LoveLove Love is a word Ill defined And too often rhymed In a way that seems forced.Love
Time Time is a verb Always changing Routinely rearranging The absurdity of "proper" punctuation
Life Life has no focus Without words to define it Every adjective overpronounced In librarian state diction
Death A faint distance... Kept at arms length To defy The meaning For whats left for us if we're not dreaming?
Love Love is a word..
Dalmatia

EpilogueThe wounded wind made haste Watching, Waiting, For the breeze to pass by So it may too take flight As he had suffered the tornado too long Though too often does he recall When it was still Suspended in Elysium..Epilogue


Four Worlds Too Far AwayTHE INSIDERFour Worlds Too Far Away
Spring rain cascades on faded window Their canyons running wild and deep They ask too many questions Yet despite their curious endevours They run Into the wild of uncertainty To drink in full colour
This wasteland is no place for this
Each shell i have breaking On every thought of magic So cautiously tragic To keep the insider at bay For the desolation That keeps him inside Isolated Never dead, But never alive...
Autumn monotone shining through


The Orpheus DilemmaIt seems weve found this place again Its so uncomfortably arcane The silence fades right into place Where we can struggle to save face And let the shadows retreat to a range Where we can see ourselves again Perhaps not in the most rewarding light To let the poetry ignite And though the darkness takes its toll We come out lost or surface wholeThe Orpheus Dilemma
It seems weve been here all along The musics changed but not the song The words are obscure and undefined They can barely live to fight the rhyme Doomed to be second-guessed and rearranged &
| Nick Drake - The Things Behind The Sun "Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say. Look around you find the ground Is not so far from where you are Don´t too wise For down below they never grow They're always tired and charms are hired From out of their eyes Never surprise. Take your time and you'll be fine And say a prayer for people there Who live on the floor And if you see what's meant to be Don't name the day or try to say It happened before. Don't be shy you learn to fly And see the sun when day is done If only you see Just what you are beneath a star That came to stay one rainy day In autumn for free Yes, be what you'll be. Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say. Open up the broken cup Let goodly sin and sunshine in Yes that's today. And open wide the hymns you hide You find reknown while people frown At things that you say But say what you'll say About the farmers and the fun And the things behind the sun And the people round your head Who say everything's been said And the movement in your brain Sends you out into the rain." |
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I am highly caffeinated. Fear me.
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I just cant help my genius
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I just cant help my genius
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{Disjointed Third Eye}
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Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
I'll have a look at your work once i'm not on my way out the door to work. My chocolate chip hot cross buns are probably burning as we speak!
Oh and yeah, I really would hate to be the one that causes you to burn your chocolate chip cross buns
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Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
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