Thursday, 28 June 2012


Intuition brings into question your decisions, 
the cold iron maiden inquisition, 
fire freezes brazen bold in the dark light, 
cold fission,
a half truth half dead half lived half life, 
set to halve again, diminishing division, 
ever shifting the final position until it shifts past recognition, 
I aspire to emissions that uprise our condition,surprised by remission sometimes find focus slipping, 
find inspiration in the beacon of tradition, 
illuminating the pages of the book of the world,
the script that unfurls In the strokes we play 
when we step forth on the canvas of a day, and pull it up behind us,
wrapping it around us, 
tapestry and pageantry surround us, 
worn on the sleeve, breast, neck, crotch, crown, 
a heart opened outspread contacted, 
pulsating contracted 
filling expanded
again defined by experience 
raw material, parenthetic prevent agenda evidence ethereal 
motive opportunity synthetic serial, 
they sow confusion , 
this pride is delusion,
ladies and gentlemen now introducing, 
your host for this evening, 
the ragged And bleeding, 
soul of a barbarian nation, 
that lays claim to civilisation, 
by virtue of appropriation, 
it's paper we're chasing, 
but fabric too, 
material to weave and wave not just to see through, 
feel do, needs must need school need education, 
but a dispirited mind can't achieve self determination 
and when the blind lead the blind lead the blind oblivious to the blatant 
is it any wonder we accept incarceration? 
brick by brick our prison is our creation 
and we're afraid that we push at the bars it might cave in, 
falling around us, rubble, detritus, 
remnants of a vision we collude in and somehow feel attached too, 
how do we mistake chains for umbilical cords, 
Flashlights for sunshine, 
the gun to our head for the safety of our home? 

1 comment:

Zahra Hussain said...

It opens your eyes; physical and mental oppression felt and sensed in words. It encaptures the harsh reality of the unspoken, unvoiced world and transmits it to us, the privileged. Thank you for making us think, Derek, and not only that, but act too.