Month: Aug 2012
Domino Theory [poem]
When cold possessive mine becomes instead expanded
warm impassioned mind and ropes and chains are
used to form triquetra shapes entwined in
place of shacklebondage pantomime and
prisons change to light refracting prisms
and chainmail suits are made for two
instead of one, then dominoes will
tumble back to back in one long
line until the universe is rid
of every vision-crushing
brain-concussing
cul-de-sac
© 2012, Alan Morrison
Leadership in the times ahead
Just brainstorming a pile of thoughts & feelings about the need to prepare for leadership in the times ahead. I don’t mean political leadership because that’s part of the problem. I’m referring to the kind of personal guidance & support that many are going to be needing when the shit really (openly) starts to hit the fan across the world. There will be much confusion, fear and questioning. There will be betrayal amongst friends and relatives. It will be a time of testing. I’ll be speaking about all this at a gathering of people on Saturday. It’s a subject very close to my heart.
Rhyming Couplet [poem]
I always say too much so please forgive me
if my words seem like a gush. I promise you
will never drown beneath them; they have
spaces in between so you can safely dream
and breathe them into common sensely
sentences if that’s your only chosen path
across a weird and widely lifesome epigraph.
Beyond the Edge [poem]
If we never fly
beyond the edge
how will we keep
our sails in trim
[wings are here
a suited synonym]
or understand
the ins and outs
of how to swim
with graceness
when your boat
capsizes right
upon that edge
but then instead
of paddling for
our lives to keep
from falling down
into the foaming
white unknown
we need to practise
playing the role of
f r e e f a l l
b a c k w a r d s
trustingfully loud
and latchkey kids
who come and go
like ghostly priestly
will-o-wisply old
Melchizedek and
have no priceful
precedents but
riding free upon
all surf wherever
that may be and
wherethewind
shall blow our
wide and never
ending destiny.
For if those gusts
originate from
azure & abovely
noble realms
and never from
the downly deep
of othersidely
dark undeevy
dreadful drowns
then safely we
can roam upon
that stormful
raging foam
[despite the fact
we pass through
countless strands
of crippling strife]
which in our hyper
always ignorance
we unpoetically
insist on calling
[euphemistically]
LIFE
© 2012, Alan Morrison
Blindfold [poem]
Why can’t all things in heaven and on earth
be simple lucid and revealed (such as what
developed long before my birth and what will
someday soon transpire after I fall in a heap)?
How come so many mysterious things insist
on being concealed? I swear I won’t misuse
them or take advantage of the knowledge
sell them or abuse them. I promise from the
bottom of my beating heart that I will bring
there no dark thing where evil can result or
use the data to exploit the black side of occult
or ill-thought schemes or wizardry deceptive
or confounding so that others would be badly
influenced by me — becoming no more free.
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