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Collection of poems inspired from experience, thought and other explorations of the mind. |
Wisdom Girl What hidden feelings lie inside, When your eyes are caste upon me, Do you think I hide? What you believe I know not But, you’re still there, kept sacred. Like an artefact, unseen, unfelt, unheard And unexamined, for all these years. Until now, Wisdom Girl. History finds you. Your memory, unearthed and unsuppressed Comes fourth to light from the tombs I bare witness to your unchanged beauty And I see your perfection Oh, your immortal appearance! How timeless my emotions are! Every word, every smile, every sight, Is so sacred, there’s so much for us that I have desired! You, beautiful in form, bright blue eyes Reveal a pure angelic soul. Quiet and soft By nature you are, enchanting beyond reason. How I wanted so much, to live high in the clouds Of Olympus With you by my side! But, alas I am, but a human. I know your desires, contrasting mine I bitterly recall from grey memory. Time heals the pain but leaves behind scars, A memorial to dark days gone. But allow me, in solemn remembrance For one last act of love. I take you to my loves final resting place And lay it down in golden casket, to be entombed And put to rest for all eternity in the Valley of Kings. We give silent vigil, and witness love’s passing on, And hope for re-carnation in new form. We depart, my old feelings now resting in peace. But as we part ways, I smile back at you in the light Your memory carries on in me. On the Edge of the Atlantic I stand on the edge of an ancient land, Beyond, the sheer vastness Of you, great Atlantic Ocean, Deep and blue your waters Are, the sound of your waves Crashing and then lapping to shore Your mineral rich essence, the giver Of life to these lands. To behold You is an experience beyond mortal time. For you are a sight of ancients Long before me. And you Will be beheld by many, long After I am gone. Throughout Humanities long history, you Have been there. We have harvested You for food, we have transversed Your waters to reach America beyond, We have swam and sailed in your Waters for our pleasure. And, long Ago, those ancients of this land Once worshipped you. As your current washes and swishes Round my feet I reflect that my Feelings of wonder are feelings Also felt by those ancient people. While you yourself are immortal, My feelings and thoughts you Inspire, are themselves as timeless. Thoughts and feelings I doubt Are felt by all, as I look down And see beside me, a Washed up coka-cola can. Connamara, Ireland, Summer of 2008 Love Is War It was 16 months of hard battle Of hard service to a hopeless cause Against her I fought my war For my beliefs, my freedom, my hope She fought to, to an equal measure Our beliefs different, yet motives the same. Now I come home, an old veteran To tell tales to young dreamers Anxious to hear of my defeated attempt of Planting the flag of love on fields of glory They listen with sympathy as they leave To fight their own war’s, marshalled and ordered Into line by the generals of desire. I have been suspended of my service To the war machine For which it makes me glad To be out of the war, With no more battles to be fought Behind the lines I relax contented Listening to the dull rumble of the guns Of other’s battles, so far away. I’m happy and finally free Of my master, desire There will be no orders as of yet To march into war. The Veteran Many a heart have I seen been broke, and shattered by the cruel, ruthless hand of fate's love. Many a time have I heard you tell me, of love- be it lost, tormented, tortured or in terminal decline. And what do I say to you? I too have seen those sights before I too have felt those emotions before I am a veteran of loves wars And haunted by it's memory Forever more. A Course of Dialogue between my persona's (Or, the Angry Poem) 'Ah, if it isn't my old friend, id? Come to torment me once more? Come to make a monster of me? You have done so to many others You have done so to me times before.' 'Yes, I am the voice of Id, your inner evolutionary demon, Fight or flight, love and war, I am the instinct that drives them all. I control your souls with my genetic chains- I keep you enslaved by your own DNA. They bind your body, they bind your mind, they bind your heart. Forcing you onto my primeval bidding- be it conflict and strife- it is for your survival be it sex and, dare I say, love?- it is so you reproduce You owe unto me the survival of your species As I forced you, and you all to compete, and to procreate. So don't judge me, for, as a force of nature, I am amoral.' 'Many a time you have lead me onto a hopeless cause Many a time I have suffered through hopeless means to miserable ends-You made me fall for monsters and you binded me to them- you turned man against each other to compete for a pointless cause- corrupted friendship and respect to hate, envy and betrayal. Now you come again to tear at my shattered soul- degrading friendship with the opposite sex once more in the name procreation- to turn someone precious into someone to fuck. ' 'Yet, you want love do you not?' Says the voice of reason. 'Or would you rather die alone? You say you are enslaved by evolutionary chains, but you yourself are a product of evolution- it is who you are. It is something you can not change it is integral to who you are, therefore it is better to accept your condition, and adapt so not to hurt others- what choice do you have? Remember, follow Id as far as reason will lead you- then break away if you perceive that Id is leading you onto a hopeless cause through miserable means- follow my voice and I will guide you away. I, as reason am your abolitionist from genetic slavery.' Instinct and reason are like unruly horses to a charioteer Prone to going their separate ways and drive you off the road it takes a skilled hand, a experienced hand, to keep such unruly horses, at your command. I Stand Before the Mirror I stand before the wardrobe mirror to gaze searchingly into the figure who stands before me. Who also stands searchingly into me. “Hello me” I muse. His lips smile as do mine, in an automated reaction. I am drawn to his eyes, deep round, wondering eyes. A mahogany mosaic which encircles pupils of pure, beauteous black. “They say that the eyes are a window to the soul” Searching for who I am, I look through the blackness of his eyes, and search across his face, that blotched pink-red skin that stretches over his flesh. Red flesh, where, impressed within, are wired nerves and taunt- muscles, all coating, like wire mesh the ghastly white gleam of a skull that lies beneath. But He is Me, I sadly realize. That is my blotched skin and the red flesh beneath. Coating my skeletal body frame Like vines, nerves and muscle encrust my bones. And Blood warm organs behind and below my chest, fed by my still-beating heart, and from the bloody-sponges that be my lungs. All belong to me. Looking into my saddened face, I see my skull, that hides behind that bloody flesh, and realize that it will one day be my eventual face of death. And wonder, when my heart falls silent, and the clotting blood lies frozen in my veins, inside my skeletal frame that is forever still. My mahogany eyes remain open but unseeing, through my glazed empty eyes And me, my electro-chemical mind, long starved of the blood from an empty heart begins to die. My thoughts slow, and cloud, and confuse with the stuttering of uncharged synapses as chemical secretion stalls, I see my mind collapse and decompose around me as frantic dying nerves release their thoughts and emotions, their bitter and sweet memories awash all around me all seen by me I see myself collapse. And decompose, slowly my fading mind, ceases, and slips down, into the timeless depths of eternal unconsciousness. I am my mind, I am my brain. And so I die. And so I stare, sadly at myself in the wardrobe mirror And silently wish that I am something more, more than what I see before me, the automated flesh machine. Blue Pill, Or the Red Pill? Through tinted lenses of our mind, We see the world in many ways. Through sub-conscious desire and need, we are all but blind. Do you prescribe to the Blue Pill? Drink to quell your own thirsty fears, of chaos evil and death justified with padded reasoning Of you and his immortal majesty Through tinted lenses of our minds We sense the outside of our world To reality we are blind. Do you prescribe to the Red Pill? We only know what we can sense What can be put to empirical test Through cold observed reasoning ignoring our fears of death. Time Machine Sometimes I sit and wonder, How I am trapped within, The ever present moment, This space-time prison cell. Wishing now how I could turn Back lifes clock, my memory burns! I want to ignore reasons own measure And re-live life for pleasure. I'm gona make a time machine To go back through my own life To see those times now unseen And throw memories dice To answer those what if's? That we know and wonder In this dimension we live in Want break out, like thunder! Wishing now how I could turn Back lifes clock, my memory burns! I want to ignore reasons own measure And re-live life for pleasure. But stuck inside physics own laws Only our mind can fly It's like where stuck to the floor But the realm of our own minds We'll forever be free. Mariner of the Sky Drifting through the vastness of empty space, gazing towards the beauty of the stars, i see a whole entire universe, blissful and at peace. I look behind me once more, see the Mother- World. A world crippled by hate and war, of who's sights shall haunt me forever more. Me and my crew, we pioneers shall find a New Jerusalem in the stars. We men an' women of younger years Shall build a Paradise, free from our fears. I am a veteran of that Old-Worlds Wars, Seen the white- flash of a splittin' atom, Stormed the Seas of screaming steel, Heard the deathly wail of screeching shells. But now, away I fly, and my spirit soars. Drifting towards the vastness of empty space, Me and my ghostly crew, Shall now glide to heavens, unto ultimate peace. Left my Heart at Home When I set upon my lifes journey far away, from family friends and home I never knew, that I had left something behind And as it dawns upon me, I find an emptiness inside Something where my heart used to be My passion, joy and happiness, are all drained away from me And so I close me eyes, and I think of home. I remember my timeless friends, and walking under those starlight nights, but now i'm all alone. And looking back at those places I used to be, I can only hear my heart, calling back to me. Nothing Lasts Forever Summers so quickly gone, Those golden years behind me, Social high's and loves lows From the warmth of my own home That's where I left my heart Seems so long ago now It's now buried in the past A dream that can never last But now in this void of grey One voice to me does say 'Nothing lasts forever, but the certainty of change' Grey Clouds They mirror my dull soul, Those grey clouds today. I think to myself, sitting in my room alone. Fate must have grown bored, She has other mortals to play with, As her world moves on, leaving me in my room, feeling ignored. My mind has become clouded With worldly problems of money, exams, health and work;the dregs of life, leaving happiness shrouded. Life's clock is ticking away And it's my sad thought that those hours will never be caught again. The Dating Game 'Roll up, Roll up! Quickly boys, if you please! For today, (and for the better part of your lives) You will learn how to play whats i call The Dating Game! Ready? Go! Mark your target, look her in the eye Be confident now, home in on her now Make her laugh, make her smile (You have no weakness, no flaws) Get her number, get her addy And your on your way to the big score. Now take her out on a date (Look out for the jealous ex!) Have some fun, have a shag Take her to the cinema or restaurant (Remember its you who pay!) Do it again, and again and become my obedient player Hit the high score in the bedroom bonus points in terms of bra size! Reap your reward, take your prize Have your fun until your dumped Then your on the next level up! Then you will have won the The Mating Game! It's a wonderful sport, don't you agree? See? This is how you all find “love” You can't avoid to play it, i've hardwired both teams to become players in my game. You can't escape me, it is I, Id who is the only omi-present being! I'm on your internet, i'm in your movies I am in your pop music, Im in their chick-flick. Both teams are worshipers of me. Should you be a rebel, that may be your choice But you shall be a loner, I am the opium of the masses. Suffer your low score and my players Will shun you.... but soon you shall follow in line, and then you will be my player In the Matin- im sorry, Dating Game!' Note: This was partially inspired from reading a certain satirical WW1 poem. However, writing this note about a year after I wrote the above poem, I forget exactly which poems I was reading at the time. |