By Laura
Showing posts with label Birds of paradise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birds of paradise. Show all posts
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Birds, not paradise by Sean Biddulph
Paradise is like four walls,
Trapped in a world of little change,
A place of constant colours,
Where textures rarely range.
I'd rather find the fringes,
As the birds they sometimes do,
Or the dark and distant places,
Beyond the walls here set by you.
So give me freedom, not your bird's trapped paradise,
With choices like arcadian, arboreal, and the air,
They come with changing moments, of beauty rich and rare,
From far across a desert, to waters and the mountainsides.
So please give me forests and the plains,
Or somewhere far on out to sea,
Give me places all so different, never static like your mind,
Choose freedom over paradise, surely, you're not that blind.
The choices be to take flight, swim, or run away from here,
For I don't like your walled world, your frozen place in time,
As I live for such diversity, and freedoms so sublime,
I'll not be a bird of paradise, I'll be neither tethered here in fear.
So when chance and opportunity present,
I'll leave this trapped small world of yours,
These thin veiled walls they will not hold,
For once I have my freedom, I will not need your gold...
Paradise is like four walls,
Trapped in a world of little change,
A place of constant colours,
Where textures rarely range.
I'd rather find the fringes,
As the birds they sometimes do,
Or the dark and distant places,
Beyond the walls here set by you.
So give me freedom, not your bird's trapped paradise,
With choices like arcadian, arboreal, and the air,
They come with changing moments, of beauty rich and rare,
From far across a desert, to waters and the mountainsides.
So please give me forests and the plains,
Or somewhere far on out to sea,
Give me places all so different, never static like your mind,
Choose freedom over paradise, surely, you're not that blind.
The choices be to take flight, swim, or run away from here,
For I don't like your walled world, your frozen place in time,
As I live for such diversity, and freedoms so sublime,
I'll not be a bird of paradise, I'll be neither tethered here in fear.
So when chance and opportunity present,
I'll leave this trapped small world of yours,
These thin veiled walls they will not hold,
For once I have my freedom, I will not need your gold...
Monday, September 10, 2012
Birds of Paradise by Kate Toon
Paradise for me
Would be totally bird free
Not a single pigeon shitting
And no tiny sparrows twitting
No bogan mynas blaring
Or evil crows just staring
And I don’t know about you
But I can’t stand cockatoos
It’s a ‘no’ to swans and geese
I really just want peace
That silent empty blue
And space free of emus
A heavenly no fly zone
The time to be alone
Paradise for me
Would be totally bird free
Not a single pigeon shitting
And no tiny sparrows twitting
No bogan mynas blaring
Or evil crows just staring
And I don’t know about you
But I can’t stand cockatoos
It’s a ‘no’ to swans and geese
I really just want peace
That silent empty blue
And space free of emus
A heavenly no fly zone
The time to be alone
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Brief 51: Birds of Paradise
Deadline: 16th September 2012
Image by: Laura Tjitradjaja
Close your eyes and imagine the colours and textures of paradise. Is it what it seems? This brief we're inspired by the jungles of Malaysia and Bali(and a little by Portlandia too). Since we were so slack last brief we've given ourselves and everyone else a little more time- this one is open for a whole month!
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