Monday, 15 December 2008
And express surprise when they know us whole.
So we deserve to experience fear.
We would not wish for it to be otherwise
No matter the protest that accompanies it all
Block it out, or don't. Accept our fate, blindly.
Or change it while you can, if you can.
Why won't you take off your rosy glasses?
Unknowing yet utterly trusting
A dynamic pact, as strong as any other;
Tighter, still, for it cannot so easily be betrayed.
Each party has no overt motivation to deny the other
Their advantage is mutual and rewarding.
Exciting and always new
The reader and the writer.
I have all of these things in my head
Then, though a mess it may be, it exists.
Don't be narrow, we do not like it
If you run out, please conclude yourself later
Then eat your undesirable words
Or they will return to haunt you.
Repeating what you've heard
Or you should have. Where was it thrown?
Do you still claim ownership? You can still try
A suggestive connection requires gestures
You can decide on the hands.
Monday, 8 December 2008
On how things could be
If this or that were different
If you or I weren't me?
Do you realise the contradictory manner
Of such a musing? That nature does not hold
Ultimate sway? If you were born 150 years ago
You wouldn't be you. There is a possibility
Somewhere; but we cannot attain it, yet.
We can never know any moment except the present -
And never again will we, truly.
If we even knew this one.
A convenient oblivion masks our fate
In depth, we cannot remember too long ago
It all becomes blurred,
A siren call.
A living disintegration of recollection.
Return now to this disjointed site -
Can you ever understand what happened here?
See your imagined community,
What have they given you?
What have they destroyed?
Tell me about yourself only.
Monday, 24 November 2008
Processing the noises surrounding
An all-too-familiar feeling of isolation.
The sounds mean nothing when I hear.
Shapes manoeuvre around my being,
Almost desperately it appears
The terror of being near this lonely husk
Is in itself
Too much for whispers to handle.
The sum becomes the reverse of the parts,
They chatter and dissolve.
But there is variety, and goodwill at times.
Or so I perceive through a narrow and cracking lens.
One day to purchase an improvement over this.
A goal that may decide the worth of believing
When factors coincide.
What reading? Ponder for a long time and hope that no one notices. Look up, provide scope for inspiration, then head back down to write more intangible lessons. Hope. Hope. Is she looking? Why sit in the front? This situation begs for relief. Cavalry doesn't show itself so readily in life. The horn lies silent beside the Gordian Knot. On with it. Perhaps more slowly for a time, this notion is a deep one. Full of double meanings and interesting commentary on the multifaceted subtext of that queer book. Quiet. Did I write too much?
Is that satisfactory? We are searching for more. It would be rude to start reading a different book, I suppose. Then, this is equally so, only far more inconspicuous. Until I'm put on the spot. What is she doing? Too close, far too close. Cramp. Must stop.
Monday, 3 November 2008
When we turn to attempting we are
Still left uncertain.
It is only when we have finished
That we have.
Come. Join us in our invasions.
The body undefined.
Against years and modes of obstacles
That have existed, with only slow erosion,
And have not.
They can mimic and act.
Based on their lives and what they have seen.
Is not that all we can do?
Are we not inventing the past in tandem
With the past creating the future?
Originality is but ignorance,
The subject and their opinion.
State your case, but do not be afraid.
Rest. Be content.
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
In all "good" shops
And everywhere else -
You are becoming
Of the world.
That do not concern you.
You are certainly something
More or less anonymous
But completely and
Thoroughly not what
You may have intended
What does concern you?
Do you need to be told?
It is far too complicated
For such reasoning now.
What, define you?
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
i would start a civil rights campaign but i am too lazy and stupid. other then the casual racism i think the bears run our country in a positive way."
Monday, 29 September 2008
Slavery acknowledges civility, and is one.
Sing democracy's praises, do not let it hear you doubt it.
Do not tell it lies, except to protect the other.
Tell them all that they may hope.
Disguise a change in it and
Focus on defeating your rival.
This is survival of the popular myth.
Did they intrude on the present?
Rudely, and corrupt, without a personal sex.
No definite. A concentrated ambiguity,
A light drawn from above.
And the colours become nothing
In sudden contact.
Vacuus and derived,
A slow development allows for completeness ,
That washes our excitement and understanding
Away. But what do we know about concrete?
Friday, 22 August 2008
A contradictory element
That is vital to the end.
An equation that denies it,
The internal mirror
Balanced on all gains
Never can the recurring steps
Be repeated, for truth is not.
Only the innocent may witness eternity,
It is but a hollow echo for us all.
The absurd mind accepts not
But hope lives still.
A closed eye sees despair in mortality
And it is then
That happiness is exchanged for faith.
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Though the contained remained behind.
Full speed exists, the pace that happiness arrives.
A silent resistence to all and any light,
The shadow withstands the plague.
When trapped man can aim
To discover what he can.
Though there is always an hour
Of the day or night
When man will prove a coward
And fear that moment, nothing more.
It is not much to be.
To find its own expression,
A love cannot achieve.
But one cannot prevent
The act of condemnation
In himself or any other
Even victims can sometimes
There was no surprise in this suffering.
For months, for days, it was but
A continuation of always the same pain.
Dull and enduring, detached from whatever
Wish could be real.
The long exile.
A sudden downpour,
Unrivalled by the old,
Confused and bewildering joy.
A searing emotion.
Monday, 28 July 2008
It's never too late or ever too soon
And each repeats itself
Before the judge
The day will come
To start again, cannot pretend
The thought that isn't there.
A new relief, but all it can
Create is an
Unbalanced image of existence.
A past self becomes negative
And never does return.
Suffering a general separation
From that which was the daily life
Of us all, and on.
Saturday, 5 July 2008
We cannot truly live.
To live we must not.
The doubtful distinction between survival and being alive.
What does will become?
To each his own task.
Were these words ever uttered?
A dream within imagination
Only given - life? through a singular vision.
The world cannot be perceived and lived
And though I am not certain that I exist,
I know that one day I will.
Nothing is lost.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Monday, 19 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
A true escape haunts both of these eyes
For never can the world know now
Of what did pass, in time untold
The practice was strange, a selfish act
To keep one's mind on the plane of sanity and reason.
But if ever these tools did reach another's eyes, or ears!
It was forbidden by all who knew, that is
Who knew that they must not know
For the sake of every other.
A volatile equation convinces them of the futility of pale reason.
It cannot compete in err or triumph,
But how could it?
An example is drawn when eyes are closed again.
The individual sense explains our death rite.
Must not speak.
Do you know the trees? Describe them.
No. Describe them truly.
How do they impress themselves upon you?
What can your person do to change me?
Now you understand the unspeakable darkness.
Friday, 16 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
The weight continues to pull
And a head distorts the truth
Of whatever we can know, if we can.
But there is a tendency to assume -
Obviously we try to challenge this
Never fully justified by a
Lack of testimony
Only a return to the mimic
The form of life that fills
An idea to be.
Exist from now on, to make your
Freedom last and to exercise
The ultimate right of choice,
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
And I return to the room
If only for a moment
Before the other reappears
Outside of my eyes
The pressure and the weight
But cold for its space
And words that come and go -
Through that man we know no more
Except if wishing for northern slur
And praise of the old and grateful dead
That people try, and drift along
For not their minds are used for long.
Until does Fate destroy with tools
These vessels wrought by blind, poor fools.
Now take, and to, see, and why
Does it appear, before - can fly?
Not a cliché, divined by sight
But one of sound and enchanting light.
Perpetual plague - will to assume
Inevitable that it must consume
Eventual, life is ripped from birth
The other, the tyrant; laughter and mirth.
To whom, we grant the sabled eye?
A stream, but broken before the sky
The great life, through the world
Disaster as ever, truth unfurled.
And when sense nears its rest
Reason encounters its greatest test
The one, not other, commands a way
For the voice, its choice, to finally say.
Saturday, 26 April 2008
Saturday, 15 March 2008
How to become a university professor in English: be anti-social.
Share – let us develop together. Make lists, what do you activate? Are you a robot? Does an artificial mind comprehend the virtues of language? A monkey on the stage, preaching intelligence. Why do we listen? Choice? Apparently so. They give with one hand while the other holds ground. Control is our forte, we exercise when we can. Exceptions are expected, we are only human after all. Abolition of higher education. Is that not what you stated? I'm terribly sorry. I was mistaken. Lazy lectures, drunkards also, no care for the students they look to. Day by day. These lights, my eyes; they're burning.
The day has turned too late
We forget what we once were
An hour's victim played
In the shadow of a stair
Return to body's rest
Exhale for why we care
Accept a daughter's pleas
Alone, the wander fair
Denial of the past
The world has made its mind
Known to all who hear
The gentle touch of life
A lover's whisper, dear
Breathe in me a new begin
Fight and kill and gasp and win.
The eye waits for none
A steady hand, but faster writing
And time turns for one.
Wait, do you hear?
Exception breathes the wind
Again, another year
Disaster; have we sinned?
Only I, a step for
A breach in the wrong direction
Allowing for, only I
Far clearer face, complexion.
A rattle bought, considered long
Alive, but surely teething?
Beware the vice, a poisoned son
The man, betrayed and seething.
But what does it mean?
Our angry voices cry
With the fervour and rhythm
Of a thought that feigns to fly.
Collective, we are
Give to the cause
I came from the
That cannot be true
For what significance
Can be attributed to life
Without that passage
To frame and guide?
I will not use 'we'
For fear of contagion
Needs breach the person
Of nothing, of all.
This, we come to the root
Of the very problem
Facing a wide berth
And stronger arms
For the last, and first
Am I more cultured
May I now place myself atop
Combining foreign and native
The social ladder proves itself to be
An easy climb; steal a language.
I defy your rules
But I live within your bounds
There is naught I can do
There is not I can be
I do not defy these rules.
I write poetry
The phrase seems to stick
A stigma I've been drawn into
Willingly, for a time.
Since the first written venture
Perhaps it was ironic then
Trying to hold my laughter
from nudging my scribbling pen.
A break from reality through
A breakup, it came
The inspiration was laid quickly, and heavy.
A string of emotions inked out in black, and blue
But never red, I was told it was rude.
Reserve your opinions if you wish
But to my eye, no restrain will do.
What is my justification for using that particular adjective?
That we haven't been dominant on this planet for as long as the dinosaurs were?
There is an immediate flaw there; what is dominant?
Do we mistake dominance for greed and self-harm?
What pride can we have in dominating a planet that we are destroying?
For the time being, however, I shall press on with the point. Do I surprise you?
Can I justify my words by referring to the continued, and original, existence of the planet that we inhabit?
Or perhaps in the universe lies the key?
I bring to the stand the predicament; which term is the righteous?
Humans have existed for a long time. Humans have existed for a short time.
Case 02: The human race has existed for a long time, as we have been part of the evolutionary web for many times any single span of life.
Furthermore, as the span of one's own life is all that a person can know about time, it is by default that anything longer than it must be classed as such. Relativity.
There is always a but, only the effectiveness of the manoeuvre can fluctuate widely. When do we grant humanity to have begun?
With the evolution of the Homo Sapien?
What of the genus?
If this proves to be too difficult an indicator would you consider the human race to have been in proper existence since the time of the first civilised nations?
If so would you consider many modern people to actually be of another race?
Why do I contradict myself?
What if we hadn't survived?