Month: Sep 2013
He blankly gazed into the menu
ordered spare ribs
(never looking up — no smile)
How come I knew he’d order those?
I’d only seen him for a little while.
Somehow those ribs were written on his face.
Maybe I word-associated so that phrase
had somehow represented who he was:
A prisoner swaddled in a cage
[like ribs which never really come as spare]
life lived on the outside in his head
through fantasies of masturbation’s dry instead
monthsome empty hole unbled
A sad affair.
What did poor old Alec do to coin
the phrase referring to his name as Smart?
And who did those two words so rudely join?
If I were him I’d keep them both apart.
I’m told he was some hapless New York pimp
who, with his wife, the punters he did rob.
Although it seems Smart Alec was a wimp
who failed to bribe the cops while on the job!
So Alec Hoag was never really “smart”
and neither were his namesakes since those days.
Such people never speak out of their heart;
an emptiness their knee-jerk speech betrays.
They stalk the wise like midges round a light;
Smart Alec’s just an envy parasite!
© Alan Morrison, 2013
If I had a cent for every time I’ve heard someone say something like that to me — either generally in my life or in my work as a counsellor — I would be a rich man. Half the world runs around on an ego trip (narcissists, bobble-heads, gigolos, ‘princesses’, etc.) thinking they’re entitled to anything and willing to trample on anyone to get it (though in many cases that is a vain attempt to compensate for feelings of inferiority) with the other half thinking they deserve nothing or less. Both are extremes and both are destructive. If, for example, a woman says “I don’t deserve a good man”, then that will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. She will repel all men who could bring her good and act as a magnet for those who will contribute to her downfall. Usually people have been brainwashed to believe such a thing. Parents and teachers bear much responsibility for influencing the thought patterns of the children gifted to pass through their hands temporarily. If a child is being put down for the best part of its childhood, then that sets up the pattern. One big-hearted woman I know who lacks much in confidence spent her entire childhood being told by her father that she was “a donkey” while her mother undermined her feelings about her appearance. This had a huge fallout in her life in terms of confidence and relationships, which she has had much difficulty in throwing off (and now, at the age of sixty, the light has gone on). Some children come into life already equipped with maturity and are savvy enough to deal with the crap their parents and teachers (and even other children!) give them (though it’s still a great lesson). But most will be crippled by the thoughtlessness or deliberate nastiness of their carers (who will doubtless have been subjected to childhood crap themselves which they then perpetuate — it’s a cycle). This means that many people choose partners who will not be good for them and work in a situation way below their true achievement level. It’s as if they deliberately choose a partner or work (and a put-down boss) which is going to confirm their poor thoughts about themselves. This can even result in an apparently wasted life (though, ultimately, nothing is totally “wasted” because all experiences are teachers in some way). This is why we, as parents and teachers, partners and friends, must examine ourselves to ensure that we give those in our hands the confidence they need to fulfil their mission in this world and to embrace life fully. So, to those who think they are not worthy or are ill-deserving of something in life, I say: “Who indoctrinated you to think like that, to have fear as your victorious friend instead of your defeated enemy?” We came into this world to grow in depth and stretch of character, to engage in adventure, to attempt the impossible, to improve ourselves and to experience joy — not to slide downhill into mental and emotional oblivion with an abusive partner or demeaning job (and jackboot boss). If you think that you are not worthy of something or don’t deserve it, then that is all the more reason to do it! In fact, that is our calling. For, as cosmic explorers, it is our place in life to prove bullshit wrong! 🙂
why am I here?
(not ‘here’ as in this place
or in the subatomic space I take
around the world
but in the manner I’ve been hurled
into a bag of whirly proton flesh
conserved in one by beadly bones
a graphic user interface
a standalonely database
which holds more gap than substance
a seethru sheer incumbent airhead
misread crossbred flayed and naysaid
someday brain-dead deathbed monstrance)
Why should it be so hard to find a True
Romantic on this jingly-jangly sphere?
(Jingly for the money-rattling bijoux
and jangly for the empty heart veneer).
Chivalry and knighthood now ‘outmoded’;
alliteration, rhyme – form! – ‘out of date’.
Concepts of the troubadour exploded;
the patronage of arts they abrogate.
But hope is not extinguished as a whole;
for hard to find does not mean cannot be.
There’s still a crowd of kin who keep their soul
from fashion, trend-dictated poetry.
I know I speak for many in this song.
Our time to shine will come. It won’t be long.
© Alan Morrison, 2013
When cataclysmic years slowed down those long
and bubblyboiling aeon times ago;
life-forms (way beyond our square and oblong
fenced-in dumbed-down minds) then began to grow.
When mined from deep within the fertile ground –
ancient civilisations, knowing well
their worth – their magick powers did abound
which modern worldlings still deny and quell.
However, we who vainly think we are
the pinnacle of creaturishness made
upon this lush and lissom earth so far
delude ourselves. Soon all will have decayed.
Then when the new world people take control
the life-forms scorned today will play their role.
© Alan Morrison, 2013