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.
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.
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.Read the rest of this entry »
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.
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’.
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.
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.
THERE’S SOMETHING GOING ON!
It’s plain there’s something going on when,
after pouring out some twenty-thousand words
(or more), this soul sane says with weariness,
“I simply can’t be bothered anymore”, & presses on
the key that’s marked <delete> with infinitely more
conviction and panache than it has ever had before. Read the rest of this entry »