Poem (October 2008)

Not thinking aloud
Talking and then some
medicority frustrates
Wish I could terminate and be left with perfection
Exquisitely carved from the air to leave the impression
That I care And so much more
Drinking sessions
So affected
Take possession
Now bloods neglected
And as we act out these adult rituals
Our cheeks flush and billow And the air grows hotter
Watching the ceiling fan And listening to my betters
I decide again to start over and reinvent
Shed tired flesh and generate afresh
Running without moving the pose effects
An air of weary wisdom in a philanthropic instance
Of sharing
How gracious
How humble, how caring
How can they restrain themselves from
exposing all that was witheld from them so crudely?
In the time of hope and audacious facades mine is peeling
And what's behind?
The architect has long renounced the intent and design
The builders were cowboys killed in a shoot out far away
The rats in the basement and the bats in the belfrey
Have all abandoned ship
The cladding was new
The bricks borrowed
The cement old
And the heart blue
Now who would even squat this?
Regardless I've got this
And nothing more
A fool's education
A penchant for tasteless altercations
An emporer's new wardrobe
And no hope
No indication today of a brighter tommorow
Because it's dark inside and my curtains stay pulled

Poem (October 2008)

The rope around the flag pole
Lists from side to side
I breath out,
It still feels shallow
But I'm in a different frame anyway
As sight returns in blue tinged technicolor
Resolved to alter my situation
To adjust the conditions
To alter my experience of the situation I've put myself in
Even the traffic seems lighter for this resolution
I know that when my back is turned
The horns and brake lights will return
But it's a beautiful respite
This is my time, my point for meditation
This forecourt my shrine
I'll be back
Fast forward three hours
Cab passenger I'm thinking of
A Scottish Bodhisattva
And how she changed the world today
Soon i might know,
Catch a drop of enlightenment

Poem (October 2008)

The mind abides where there is no abiding
Just do
Be resolved
And you will not be perplexed
Going empty handed and empty handed
I return
I am the oppressor
And I am the solution
Beyond prejudice
Beyond Lust, Behind the edifice
Deeper than tragedy; recognising events, moments, happenings
Just for what they are
Not links in a chain but bubbles in an air stream
Infinite
Break the false connections and live
We're dead cold flesh already
Brown leaves in the breeze
Detritus of the universe
So bring the pure insight
The light beyond ages
To bear on evil ideology
On systems of control
And explode the lie that binds you.

Poem (October 2008)

Sit inside this character seven days a week
What's my motivation?
Cool insulated space
Isolated from the dreams I've been chasing
But plugged into a Million replacements
And a Million more
Two dimensional distractions that orchestrate the score
And define it with ill intent and ill execution
Blurring limitations and morphing elocution
Leaving No Trail
No wrong for retribution
Just martyrs for a culture mass producing
A 'Y' 'Three' 'K' Knowledge economy solution
And a self contaminated by spiritual pollution.

Poem (October 2008)

Attitude elated
Smoking out sedated
Mountain dwellers for the weekend
Flushed, over zealous
Competing
Cut communications
Phone lost into the ether
And a second memory lost forever
Petty arguments
Affected pretension
Condescension
Aggravates
Constant commentary grating
And it's not that I care
But there's nowhere else to be
I document it
For what purpose?
Trivial specks on the earth's surface
Invisible from atmosphere
The Angel of Death? San Miguel
Protecting the chapel
Everyone must practice here
But now she wants the Virgin out of the room
Big gesture empty
And my eyes are rolling
Our compasses are all wayward
And we're forgetting why we're afraid of ourselves
And the light within
Still we navigated homeward bound
More herbs burnt to toast the plastic sound
Finally it's just me and the pad
Teenager,
was enraged for my culture and the ignorance displayed
No longer mad but melancholy and sad for the lost potential
In these days.

Poem (October 2008)

Trading off human flesh
Elbow deep in the charnel
Smiling whilst they work
We feed off one another
A gibbering ritual
of discourse pulsating to fill the air with
signifers of liberty
signposts of righteousness
Ugly empty masques for lust
I'm choking as I lay
Blades buzzing beside
On the lies, the guilt, the realities and the ideals
The cloth quilt by which I habitually
smother my being from the elements of truth that litter our living
Discarded, unwanted
Unsightly, irregular
They constitute our essential character
And I can't get away fast enough

Strength, wisdom and charity are the common currencies
Devalued into decrepitude
I'm weak, lustful, sick, fetid and duplicitous
But my feet are on the ground
My eyes are on the heavens
I breathe deep of the elemental truth and firm my grip on the first hand hold.