Infected by corrupted corrosion
of peer-piercing pretense
and diseased desires to impress:
A romanticised, illustrious image.
Once bold and definite,
definite like a David.
Smashed.
The transformation of age –
Poisoned passion:
La vérité.
POETRY
shards
careless words pierce sting cut
the bruises grow
the bones crack
the mind twists
the feeling burns
blood flows
the heart fills
blocked veins of Friendship
heart attack of Hurt
The Living
Filled with life and desire,
sucking on every sweet cane of sugar.
Making sure to live;
Not to exist.
Choosing to feel the feeling:
Not reading about it.
Touching Life’s beautiful offerings;
breathing in her temptations.
Yet I sit and watch…
A safe, isolated existence
and wish
I was brave too…
Politics
Sonnet of Pain
A broken heart and pain is all I bear,
Wrecked, torn, beaten and shattered by life’s fist;
My dulled soul seeps happiness from its tear:
Sharp, sickly shards which my existence mist.
I fell in love with those who liked real me,
They all changed the way I felt about life;
With them, oh, it seemed that I could just be.
They failed: results of the paternal strife!
My greatest strength, my greatest weakness too:
My caring and loving hurts me each day,
Unto life’s wooden cross I said, “I do.”
My debts on earth one day I will them pay.
But for life has not been that much so kind,
She has a reason: my life I must find.
The Statue
Standing upon the great
piece of concrete:
solid and stolen picture
of eternal fairness.
Was it meant to be?
Standing tall and powerful
with a look that is knowing.
A hint of fear:
the Eyes!
A stolen glimpse
captured perfectly.
It was willing.
It was real.
But it was hidden.
Hounds of Liberalism
Dismember the thoughts
of the corrupt mind!
Unleash the hounds of liberalism!
Let the truth be told along with
the faithful
lie…
Die living just as free as thought:
swimming against the stream of rules
and the labelling of the Machines.
Break the illusion,
shatter all senses;
Knock on the door,
break down all fences.
The Pearl
Pretty is the photograph
which hangs on the Web
showing off to the world
a Beauty which is internal:
radiating externally.
Shining brighter than a blast
of white light:
To enlighten;
To guide;
To befriend;
To protect;
To love…
A pure Pearl of purpose
poised perfectly:
an existence
exuding greatness.
The day will come
The day will come.
It will arrive at a time clocks speak not
and it will sparkle like a purple haze
so that everyone knows the day has come.
The day will come.
You will feel it when it is here
and you need to shield yourself
from the shrapnelled hate.
The day will come.
Everything you have known
will turn on you.
That is how you will know it is here.
The day will come.
Friends will be few
like little bold dots,
and so too will determination.
The day will come.
Black clouds with
Silver flashes will envelop all you know,
And lick your grey rainbowed psyche.
The day will come.
But when that day comes…
Remember to be strong and
fight through the flashes.
The day will come.
But bravery will fight alongside –
in weird ways something new will be born,
so do not fear even if you do fear.
The day has come.
But:
there is a bright day hereafter!
“Confess to you…
“Confess to yourself in the deepest hour of the night whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?”
From Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet.
Mr Individualist 