Poems

If You Find Someone…

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IF YOU FIND SOMEONE, be certain that not only is s/he “in your tribe” but also wholly “on your side”. Not slavishly subsumed with you but fervently aligned with all you think and do (and you with him/her too). S/he must be on your side (and you full on theirs too) so s/he will protect you from the sharp inevitable dross (detritus) which will come your way if you and s/he are warriors making waves and causing mayhem too. That’s what you both will do if you are truly counterculture folks who love to rock the boat of regimented mediocrity, ensuring that all lies and darkness do not stay afloat. From time to time, you both may disagree (on so much lesser things than those which are the key to your togetherness). But that will be for both of you a nice excuse for funsome play — for tickling one another’s armpits (that’s a metaphor, by the way), for none of you would ever want to stray far from the golden shores of love, or remove yourselves from mutually-drenchful showers originating streamly from ‘above’.

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False Worship or A Mirror’s Tacky Dreams

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How easily we make a fleshly idol out of people,
or imaginary objects, things, and even of ourselves.
Virtually worshipping a mirror’s tacky dreams
or anything which into bogus ‘godhood’ streams.
Our lifestyles, hairstyles, beards and faces too
all lined up for worship as our love of selfness grew.

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“Just Leave Me Alone” (new poem)

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As I minded my business in a world of my own
(I was making some notes in a park all alone
for a piece about Truth). There I was ‘in the zone’,
when some humans approached me and said,
“Oi! You! Go home!” But I was lost in my words
and my world and I did not look at them as I had
not heard. So a death-look at me they did hurl.

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O to Be in the Company Of… [prose poem]

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O TO BE IN THE COMPANY of those who raise the roof with need-to-be-free ascendancy, and thus would never in a million years be distant or aloof, and only ever have an interest in the truth, and show no signs of pathological dependency on people, idols, cities, gods or dress-codes, always take the high roads, don’t have any desiccated views, never do a take-you-out reprisal fratricidal hide-behind-a-phony-smile impugnment (for such chosen company will only ever want a be-with-you intunement), never any blind choleric madness moments turning into years of professional opponency where you cannot even see you’ve not only been stripped of your integrity but all you are for now is lines of snorted co-dependency.

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A Posy of Epiphanies

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i am nothing
i am no one —
just a walk-on part
in other people’s dreams
i am flotsam
i am jetsam —
just a late intruder
in a plethora of schemes
i never made

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The Time Has Come (Part 2) [new poem]

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The time has come to guard the fortress of your soul.
These are not the days to give yourself away for free
to anyone, just for the sake of wanting any company.
For predators whose goal you’ll never comprehend
dangle their candy-coated fishing-hooks before
your face and, in your haste to taste their sweet,
your fish-mouth chomps the bait; then it is too late.

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The Everywherity of War [new poem]

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The failure we call war has many faces
other than the battlefields and trenches
that we normally associate with bellicosity.
For conflict, enmity, hostility, and animosity
can also thus be classified beneath the banner
of what I would term ‘a targeted atrocity’.

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THE ART OF THE SHOVEL [new poem]

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Humans scuttling around like ants on steroids,
(though ants at least have a useful purpose)
making much ado about absolutely nothing.
A strictly surface people: the epitome of Bathos,
trying to heal insanity with even more insanity,
making toxic waves with all that they initiate,
and all the while imagining themselves
as masters of a cosmos they did not create.

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Slippery Slope [new poem]

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The days roll by
showering down
around my ears
like dutiful confetti
at a shotgun wedding
while my flamethrower
of unfulfilled retardant
dreams engulfs them all
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Rehearsing for the Storm [new poem]

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I am not afraid of viruses of any kind;
I’ll take my chance, my future undefined.
For I look after my old system of immunity —
eat well, spend time in nature & the sun
and exercise at every opportunity,
take supplements & have myself some fun.

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