The 3 S’s [sonnet]

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With just three S’s standing on the stage
he treads here in this theatre on a sphere
[he has no scripted lines upon the page],
his actor’s part is called The Mutineer.

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There’s a Hole

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“There’s a hole in your life”, said a voice in my head;
(I can hear it right now as this poem I write).
So I filled it with feathers and other things “lite”,
as I thought there would then be no hole there instead.

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The Gladly Drowning Fish

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I am never far from tears.
They breed in lakes behind a dam
without a breeze-swept bridge to span.
The level rises till the tarn can stand
no longer calmly meekful as a mere;
but, bursting forth on unsuspicious friends,
she washes them, absolving them of fear.

I am now an open wound.
Like a fleshsome smile which never heals.
But that is just as it should be
or how could this man truly feel —
or be with wilting waxing worlds in tune?
and if the passion pus begins to ooze,
politely serve it with a silver spoon.

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Intelligence is more Sexy than Anything Else

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Conversation deep and strong seduces me to where I trulymadly do belong. Start talking to me deeply about life and love and multiverses; quarks, bosons and poetry verses; meter, clouds and demiurges; the properties of silver birches; history’s lies and phoney churches; the uselessness of body-searches; energies and wavelength-surges; the wonderment of all adverseness; the river’s mouth where dream converges; black holes, nebulae, whateverisbeneaththesurface; speak with me of all these things (and infinite more) and I promise you I will be yours… 🙂 ❤

Copyright ©2017 Alan Morrison

My Recent Journey to the Sun [poem]

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My recent journey to the Sun has left me
blind and crippled in my eyes;
but nothing’s wanting in my soul,
wherein a furnace lies.

Who will dare to touch that burning core
and realise that they will want
for nothing more; where nothing’s less
than what has gone before?

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“I’ve Tried!” (LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #25)

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LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #25: “I’ve Tried”.

This is the first song I’ve written for almost 18 months. Lots of articles and poems but no songs. Too much other music-making going on in 2016 with recording and releasing “The Key” album in Sweden to be writing songs. But now they’re back. Details in the video. Enjoy!

(Click on the link below the video to read the lyrics)


Read the lyrics for “I’ve Tried!”

Shooting your Load

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The Relationship between Repressed Sexual Expression and War

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AS THE SUBJECT OF WAR seems to be very much on people’s minds right now, causing great consternation and puzzlement, here is an enhanced relevant extract from an eBook I wrote recently, entitled “War is Who we Are”. This little extract deals with the relationship between repressed sexual expression, conflict and the hardware used in warfare. Here it is:

“Having looked at a number of conflict-based actions and ways of thinking, we now come to the next principal human action and way of thinking which inevitably leads to war — though the mass of minds have dissociated it from that.

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Don’t be a Useful Idiot!

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I’M CURRENTLY WRITING AN ARTICLE about enslavement in all its aspects, internal and external. Being enslaved to the lies and darkness of the political arena is a major aspect. In the attached image that I’ve prepared is an incentive to unenslave yourself from this idiocy, if you haven’t already done so. Don’t be a useful idiot to the theatre of war!

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I’ve Tried! [song lyric]

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Disguise

I’ve tried to be a normal guy
and wander through the maze;
pretending that I’m just like those
whose hearts are not ablaze.
That only lasted for a day;
I couldn’t wear the cloak.
I cannot play at being someone else
who’s just a joke.

I’ve tried to hide myself away
and never show my face —
go off the grid and disappear
without a single trace.
But why should I be forced to flee
while others foment war?
Until my dying breath, I’ll do
what I’ve been put here for.

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