Stories

Stories
Every story excludes.
Every story is not alone.
No story is ideologically neutral.
Every story presents a hierarchy of relationships.
Every lives and breaths it's meaning in a web of other stories.
Every story legitimates a centered point of view, a worldview, or an ideology.
Every story self-deconstructs since it is embedded in changing meaning contexts.

Poem, early am September 7th

The threat of industry prompts retreat
And the golden net of family cuts deep
Pleasurable and grim, gritted with the truth of grief to come
Soon or later
Balled, uneven, quavering
Embedded in chest cavity
Distant guilt, close to home, anywhere in the world
Diplomatic invitations and procrastination
I shall carry this with me
Weightless as a leafs memory
Important as the wet lick of passion
Unsung, nothing obstructing it's pure being
These are the boundaries of my understanding
Because neither logic nor luncacy will help me here
Set me free or let me steer
I stand in one place and life moves around me
I puff pretty balls of hot air
I massage my conscience and placate myself with reason
But nothing else matters if when it matters I'm not there

Poem (December 2006)

Do not attempt to disseminate your energies to the four winds
You will be dissapated
Do not try to force your qualities into the oceans
They will be diluted to the point of translucence
Do not push to build your self around the universe
There will never be enough of you to go round
Feel the wind around you and stand firm
You may be blown away
Feel the rain caress your body
You may shiver and squelch
Reach out and touch another person and
Remember that the universe is always with us.

Poem

Luminescent, this star
radiating brilliance
In a world of dim dull daggers
oiled in the dark,
Lights a path for others;
Simply, clearly, task by task
turn by turn
always present at your shoulder
never past
never
trailing gold dust that flatters to decieve before vanishing
Feminine, holding to no hardness
In the world and of the world whilst occupying space
Bathed in the warmth of blessed being
Insights abound like lazers, comets
Ideas break the surface for feeling.

Born ageless and brave
time slows and flucuates in the prescence of the source
Tides of gravity wash over the surface and throught he heart
a poised potent force
Dense beyond measure
Dancing centred
Lifes simple pleasures
Beyond complex

So do we seek to analyse,
divide, package, leave nothing to survive,
Suck the light out of life?
Doe we leave nothing to chance like humanity isn't in the sparks of imagination
that riddle the frayed cloth of reason to create better situations
Turn back clock hands and change seasons so that the winter of my
discontent springs skyward and becomes the seed of change
floating on summer's breeze?

The answer searched for blossoms every second in the flowers of romance,
of unreason, of passionate colour, shape, intuition and feeling,
Growing toward her lights.

Poem May 2008

History! History!
Catalogue of demise
Do the waters wash clean once the city is fortified?
Cities don't love
They demand blood
Sacrifice for the concrete survivial
Falling victim to Hegel and Marx
How to avoid the mill of epochs?

We're grinding now
Coming to understand the true meaning
Wake Work Sleep Wake Work Sleep
Culture of exhaustion to suppress true feeling
The metropolis, by day a necropolis
When the tide changes it becomes a playground
And little by little
Small victory over victory
I'm consciously winning space for creativity
And squaring circles to cement solidarity
Question norms and challenge regulated normality
Dispense with formalities
and proceed direct
Lets connect and exchange stories
Narratives of humiliation and glory
Of struggle, victory or honourable defeat
Of love, of hope
Of echoing humanity
Resonant in each and every person
Expressed in new forms that envelop and dissolve borders
Walls, divisions on maps

Untidy, disruptive transgressors,
Not only do we read,
We write between the lines!

Resilience

Sacrilege
A thoughtless abomination

Alone I stand
On the frontline
Of a Bloodless war

Demeaning
Self exertion
Willpower corrupted by flaccid principle

Bloodshed
From a damaged system
Bloated after birth of a ressurection

Existing
Staring into darkness
Now living
Acknowledging darkeness in me

And how could I not appreciate beautiful people like this?

More important than words
Impact of that left unsaid

Blood and stranger unsaid for 20 years
Swimming in stasis
Cold and deaf for half a decade more

I can't wait for a fraternal dream
When the world is my family.

Memory of Climate

Glaciers
Our collective memory
Beyond ideological argument
Embodying Earth's lineage
Her timeless beauty; cool immense liths of life
Glaciers express the fallibility of human time
Changing little but learning much
Whilst generations folly and perish

Yet now jealous animals that we are
We have defaced our monuments
And life ebbs away
Depressions agitated by our conflcited worship of time
(every.second.counts.)
In defiance of our God
We assault our memories
Perhaps the remnants of communion
Were too painful for these jealous animals to endure
Without dissolving our of our selves in the waters of amnesia.

(The memory of climate stretching back millenia is carried in Ocean Waters!)