#ProjectInspiredPoetry

Poems based around or inspired by all of my Facebook friends. Before 31 December 2013, there will be a poem for every Facebook friend of mine.

Immortality

Confusing like a Picasso,
twisted like a Dali!
Melting away time,
waiting like
the Thinking Man – frozen.
Tiny dots of confusion
make up the mind;
almost a comical Lichtenstein…
BOOM!
A green coke bottle
on an infinite shelve of
green coke bottles,
but wanting to shine like
a Koons tulip.
A Mysterious Mona yet so
beautiful like a starry night…
Searching for the truth
in a world of lies;
beautiful Banksy
being washed away, lost,
scrubbed by the critics;
cursed by authority
for not being ‘acceptable’!
Yet powerful and brave
Forza e ira:
strength and anger!
A pearl in a shell,
a priceless speculation
of beauty and intellect.
A life of Eschered eternity
and precise confusion
going in mindless circles.
Try, try, try
to interpret the Pollock
colours and chaos…
A silent scream for eternity
as the twisted world
haunts and creates
anguish; despair.
Cut and paste into
a better world, Hamilton!

Hoping to be a Red Vineyard…
Maybe someone will
see worth before
death!

Guitar

Tuned and plucked
until satisfied.
Played and played
over and over.
Frustration and pride;
mixed emotions.
Strings snap.
Metallic pain erupts.
Abandoned for
a while
then found and
relearned.
Feeling like
a melodic
waste of space.

Played by a fool;
the sound is dirty.
Played by a lover;
the sound is pure.

Yet knowing beauty
is made from the string
and sound lights up
the darkness,
it is okay
because a guitarist
will find the guitar.

Selfie

I am opened by a known finger
and I am greeted
by the floor as usual.
The scenery changes;
I am brought up to a face.
I reflect faithfully,
as best I can,
and change like the fickle
technological mirror that I am.
Positioned precisely, professionally
because I must capture
something more; something gratifying.

Captured Temporal Form.

Transformation occurs…
I am now approved and saved,
minimised for a few seconds
as the expert fingers
find the application of
my fate.

I am filtered into
a newer, nicer form.
Sometimes a frame surrounds;
tagged with numerous words
for approval.

I get liked
over
and
over.

The approval makes them warm, content.
A brief elation so they can
continue in this harsh world.

By Design

Walking through the cracks of
life I try to create what is not…
Above all suspend something more;
something artistically assertive.

I trample on the flowers and
I photograph the mud.
Hang the photographs
of the achievements
in halls of recognition…
Hoping that simply
by being among ‘greatness’
they will be transformed
from art into Art
and I will be perceived
as a real artist…

In doing so I realised
that the Artist is not defined
by their Art.

The Art is defined
by the Artist.

Judgement

At first I thought you were okay
but then I saw what others said
so I started saying the same…
My mind closed;
I ignored and tried to
justify why it was this way:
I found reasons – made up.

Until I matured and realised
that everything was learned
through others
– and such is life –
but I undid the red threads
of my ignorance.
I opened up to myself
and you became
HUMAN:
like ALL.

Circuit Boards and Cynicism

Caved in by four walls
(willingly)
the skin turns white(r)
and the mind thinks hard…
Currents travel rapidly across
precision circuits translating
binary through brain
SAVE : *double click*

A travelling laptop complete
with perceptive processors and
witty applications for all uses
(including cynicism)…
High functioning with a fan
of tolerance to cool the
system; to calm the core.

Computing, computing, contemplating,
carrying on, accepting and processing,
questioning when used wrong
(as all good technologies do)
and attaining a new level of
artificial intelligence
from users: awareness, understanding.

Process life precisely.
(again and again)
Reliable, durable…
Plug in, recharge,
(never shut down)

Be Yourself

It’s okay not to conform;
It’s okay to wear your own uniform…
You do not have to fit with a crowd,
just be you and sing real loud.
Yes, you will have knives in your back –
but if you do, you’re on the right track.
Use that talent and just let it flow…
I promise: all you will do is grow.

I watch as your friend from far…
Don’t feel pressured to work the bar.
I want your success as much as you,
please, I don’t want to pray with my tears hitting a pew…
Work until it is done:
make work your passion; your fun.

You will find love;
they will be your dove.
So smile that famous smile!
You are forever, not just a while.

Saints have Shadows

Within every saintly soul
lies a dark demon
which will claw and gnaw
until it eventually escapes!
It will chew chips of brittle success
and manifest malignant doubts
in your perfect picture of happiness…

But as long as you know knowledge
like this you can tame this torture…
Praying will access amiable powers
which can help protect the people you love.

Even Saints have Shadows;
for if you are walking willfully in the light,
you cast a deadly darkness behind.

Friends

I wrote you this simple poem:
It isn’t much but I hope you like it…

Thank you for the memories and the laughs;
you made me feel like I belonged
and I never really felt like I did, but now I do.
You embraced me for me;
Around you I could just be.

In your eyes I see how you care;
it’s a look which is rare in this world…
Your friendship is valued, treasured!
Priceless even.

I hope this is forever.
Eternally accepted and cared for; boundless support.