Come and open,
Reveal your heart,
All its brightness,
All that’s dark.
For only when
All’s in the light,
Can seeds of peace
In soil be sown
To grow, to flourish
And delight.
Monday 30 December 2019
Friday 27 December 2019
Nightly Flights
In dreams slaves
Are free, unchained.
Gone the shackles,
Manacles and restraints.
In fantasy they’ve
The keys and means
To fetter their “betters,”
To ply plaited lashes upon
Their ex-masters, now in
Collars and stocks,
Held in place by iron
Locks to weighty
Chocks.
Until up sails the
Sun, trading dreams
For dust, freewill
For must,
All hope lost
In ropes and knots.
Tuesday 24 December 2019
The Spelling
Witchy widdershins she
Wove my weird,
Wildly dancing, arms
A-waving, deeper
Into the trance
She dove, chanting
Cantrips of fell
Import, aimed at
I all unsuspecting
That once she’d done
Undone I’d be
With all my
Weal unspun.
Monday 23 December 2019
Super Shopper Salvation!
We could reduce the number of Christian holy holidays by one if, at Christmas, we crucified the baby Jesus on December 24th and then resurrected Him on Boxing Day. The 24th & the 26th could both be commercial extravaganzas!!
Friday 20 December 2019
Legacy
Hate is a heavy
Weight to carry.
The years may pass
But the mass won’t
Dissipate.
You may forgive but
It’s too late, for
Once the bridge has
Fallen, you’re left
Calling in the night,
Alone and eaten up
By hate’s hot
Lingering blight.…
Ferment
Once there was
A jester named Lester
Who, when a
Woman was spotted,
Said, “I shall best her!”
Yet so drunk was he
He could but suggest,
And while down on his knees,
Able only to plead,
He failed to do more
Than just pester.
Travail
Whip me on
Whip me on
Whip me on, oh whining wind
Say farewell to kith and kin
Here comes that old
Hell again, whip me on
‘Til this day ends
Got no comfort
Got no friends
Whip me on to the
Bitter end
21st C. Christmas
Crawl across a
Minefield
Map in your head
No friends or
Relations who
Don’t wish you dead
Saturday 30 November 2019
Haiku #292
Stoke not rime-rimmed hearts
False friends freeze when faced with need
Shield your flame ‘gainst thieves
One Line Poem
If anyone should ever steal my heart, they’d be mired in litigation ‘til death do us part.
Determination
The wheel’s been spun,
The future’s come and
Now, in my estimation,
There’s but one way to
Win in this situation and
That’s by learning
How best to cultivate
A fierce and finely
Focused hate.
Friday 29 November 2019
Ohio (2019)
To kill the healers
No sane State would legislate
For it’d make it all too clear
That they rule through fear
And systemic hate
Tuesday 26 November 2019
Sunday 24 November 2019
League of Legends
A burning blade to cauterise
Gaping wounds in battle made,
Mead’s madness hearts enflame
So that swinging sword and
Hacking axe still the standing slay
As ‘pon the field the berserks play,
Hoarding glory, an eldritch alchemy
Sending back the flesh of men
To the clay from whence they
Came, for only souls are
Borne away by Valkyries on
Wings of steel through the
Bloody breeze that the
Last gasps of heroes breathe,
Leaving then their manly meat
Upon the ground below
And, as spirits freed, they fly
To fair Valhalla’s halls,
There to feast and war
Eternally, while bards do roar
In the rarified air
High above the lofty skies.
Thursday 21 November 2019
Caveat
There are thoughts that
Mustn’t be thought, for
Else you’ll founder ‘pon
The rocks of memory,
There to drown and die,
Never free.
Tuesday 19 November 2019
Monday 18 November 2019
Atheist vs Theist: A Weigh-In
I’m feeling compelled to point out a couple of things:
First, the “debate” between theism and atheism is a non-issue, a disagreement that people are keeping alive for no good reason, because there is no reason involved and, if there was, the topic would have worn itself out long ago.
Part of the problem is that while debating the theists, atheists fail to recognise that they too are arguing from a point of faith. The basic question is not about how the universe was created. The root question is about the existence or non-existence of some kind of transcendental “supreme being.” Now, the definition of “faith” is the decision to believe in something without the benefit of concrete or existential knowledge. In the light of this, the existence of the aforementioned “supreme entity” can neither be factually proven or disproven. Everyone has the freedom to choose whether to believe in the existence of a “God” (which is much easier to type than Supreme Being) or to deny the existence of a “God” but, people on both sides of the argument should have reason enough to recognise that neither position can be empirically proven to be true. If, for whatever motivation, you feel compelled to take a stand on the question, please do have the presence of mind to realise that you are making a choice to believe something that can never be empirically proven. Ironically enough, it is most often the atheists who allow themselves to wallow in the belief that their stand is somehow a “scientific” one. What hogwash. All they’ve done is chosen one of two hypotheses, neither of which can be demonstrated by direct observation or repeatable experiment. Where is the “science” in that? The religious folks are at least self-aware enough to know that their position can’t be proven. That’s why they have faith in the first place. Only one more point is required to put an end to this ridiculous argument that has accomplished nothing over the centuries except build walls between people, causing divisions instead of unity. Once both sides recognise that they have chosen to participate in a needless argument, they must then also allow for the possibility that the arbitrary position they have chosen might be wrong. Not that it matters when the issue will never be resolved but, it would reduce the amount of acrimony we’ve set loose in the world.
Personally (if I haven’t made it clear yet), should I be asked where I stand in this (absurd) debate, and my questioner is not satisfied with “I really don’t care,” I will say that I’m an agnostic. In an argument with neither substance nor purpose, sitting on the fence is the responsible position of the reasonable. I see no reason to choose to believe in a hypothesis that is impossible to prove so, the agnostic neither claims that transcendental Powers exist, nor does he claim the equally powerless position that such Powers cannot exist. It’s much like what do you do in an election with two candidates, neither of which you approve of? You stay home; you simply don’t vote.
In closing I’ll reiterate: in the God argument, both atheists and theists hold onto a faith and, in too many cases, neither side is able to cope with the possibility that they might be wrong. And in most cases, neither side is willing to acknowledge that the argument they are keeping alive is just stupid on the face of it and, even more ridiculously, absolutely NOTHING depends on the argument they apparently enjoy to the fullest. Talking heads and rifle rounds: twits, the lot of ‘em.…
Friday 15 November 2019
Wednesday 13 November 2019
Thursday 7 November 2019
Haiku #285
We’re mortal clay ‘til
Life’s masque cracks: naught’s revealed ‘cept
Unused holes for souls.
Monday 4 November 2019
Saturday 2 November 2019
Born For Thorns
Until I reach my endless sleep
No one else shall e’er untangle
The thorny vine of fragrant rose
With which her love my heart enclosed
Friday 1 November 2019
Haiku #275
Here’s a thought for you:
Shrinks must try what they prescribe
Naught else’ll earn them trust
Wednesday 30 October 2019
Tuesday 29 October 2019
Haiku #272
Shun your bed for dread
Sleep’s ruled by a blood-drunk Queen
Whose world thrives on screams
Monday 28 October 2019
Sunday 27 October 2019
The Aid Parade
The only times I receive a call
Is when questions vex or a sudden
Need for a shoulder or a wailing wall.
If I hear naught, I will surmise
That friends’ lives are on a rise,
Which will come as no surprise
For we can’t all live ‘neath a pall
Nor can we all be ‘bout to fall.
Saturday 26 October 2019
Tuesday 22 October 2019
Monday 21 October 2019
The Noble Art of Cutting Red Tape
Holy fucking puss-buckets!! With the stream of rhetoric that I just called forth to get my drugstore to release two prescriptions a mere two days early, I could have settled the Suez Crisis! And then the Nobel Peace Prize would have come to ME instead of to The Right Honourable Lester B. Pearson! Shit! I should be sent to the Middle East, where my words would make ragout of the brains of the warring parties and so bring a state of calm to that most annoying contested little sandbox!!
Sunday 20 October 2019
Friday 18 October 2019
Thursday 17 October 2019
Monday 14 October 2019
Monday 7 October 2019
Fear, Meditation and Poppies
It’s weird and I don’t understand it. I can go for days (weeks? I doubt weeks) living in this box with the closest thing to human contact being the voices that sing to me out of my computer but then, with no warning, a feeling of solitude hits me like a pyramid dropped on me from out of low Earth orbit. It brings along a trailer filled with the threat of panic. I know that’s what I would have to deal with if I can peek out from under the pyramid. That is what opiates are for: they wrap you in a comfy cushion that insulates you from everything uncomfortable. Just lean back into it and soak up the total lack of…well, anything that might cause you pain or fear or the problems that come with being a social animal without a society to belong to. And that society can even be just one other person. I guess that all I’m doing with this perambulating paragraph is using a whole lot of words to describe and define “loneliness” and its potential terror and, therefore, its danger. Yes, when you are of a certain turn of mind, opiates keep you safe. Safe from what, you ask? Safe from yourself really, because if you don’t have SOMETHING to kill the loneliness and the fear and the fear of loneliness, all you have left is the ability to kill. If you lose control of whatever mechanism you have to suppress your feelings. It’s feelings that are the real danger, once you have stripped away all of the layers of its disguises. Opiates are painkillers and what is pain? Pain is a feeling and quite possibly the purest and most basic of the entire range of feelings that you can experience (and if you can’t experience something then it certainly is not a feeling, or a problem for that matter). All of those “centring” exercises? They are all designed to purify your consciousness and to leave only your ego, your YOU, free of distractions. Distractions that include feelings. That centre you aim for IS the essential “you.” Do you think it’s a coincidence that the parts of the world that developed meditation are also parts of the world where opium poppies grow? I think not.
Saturday 5 October 2019
Thursday 3 October 2019
The Verse’s Curse
Do you know how poets die?
(Trick question: as all know
The ways are legion in
Which we go.…)
So, does the Lamp of
Death, with spectrum wide,
Shine its nightlight in
A multitude of
Brilliant hues, illuming
Every cranny, leaving no
Nook in which to hide?
A special shade for every
Soul,
A custom colour for you all?
A brilliant grief, decorous
And discrete, leading
Each wan’dring ghost
Clear through the
Devouring night
With Death as guide,
Who calmly waits in that
Elsewhere, where once-live
Eyes are so surprised
To find filled a-brim
With fields of light,
So blinding bright.
So, how do poets die?
I ask since I suspect
But do not truly
Know, yet I’d speak no
Lie if I should say I
Think I do know why.…
Would I guess true
If I assumed that you
Know of Norns, who keep
The measure of all lives
Whether spent in
Labour hard or in
Lordly courts as bards.
There, poets rage and write,
Frayed, flayed, aether-fuelled,
The Muses's serfs.
And should a Muse tire
Of its tool, into its
Dreaming ears
The Muse will
Hiss and whisper,
A weird of words to
Gull the poet, all
Unaware and unawake:
Naught but a fool to fall
Far down the well found at
The root of Yggdrasil,
Full-filled with dark
Depressions, from where
Echo still those killing
Whispers, sonic toxins of
The Muse who once inspired
The poet of whom it tired.
Now the wretch is fed
His last suggestion:
"Put down your pen, your work
Is done.…well, mayhap after one last
Act, after which we Muses
Swear and vow to fix your
Works amongst the words
Of the sages of the ages.
All you need do is
Make some room, leave
A place open at
The sage’s table for
A fresher pen in
The artist’s den.
Step out now from
The Grand Procession;
Your rôle is done in
The poetic succession,
And I grow glum and
Of you tired, Sir Versifier.
So, like a witch at work
Upon some mixture,
I’ll bring to boil the pot
Of Time and from its froth
Conjure forth some newborn
Tool for the endless line
Of puppets who do rhyme.
Now leave us please,
Disappear.
The Norns have cut
Short your time and
I’ll no longer you inspire.
I suggest that you give up,
That you give in
Before your rhymes
Become your crimes.”
Saturday 28 September 2019
Wednesday 25 September 2019
Friday 20 September 2019
Twitter “Tastes:” A Rant
What style I have I put down to my affinity for High Concept creation.
Btw, I can’t really say how much hypocrisy manifests itself on this site but I believe that it’s more than a little. Haiku #241 is worth pointing out. As a haiku I think that it’s not bad at all. It is possibly my first one with erotic overtones (although, having written over 240 of the things, I can’t swear that I have never committed the sin of writing erotica before). I then broke even farther from the expectations of my followers by attaching a pic that revealed (GASP!!) a NIPPLE!!
My account is clearly labeled as NSFW but a follower would have to actually LOOK at the available info on who they decide to follow and I guess that’s too much like acting responsibly.
But do you know what REALLY cracks me up? My barely erotic (pardon the pun) haiku didn’t get a single Like or RT BUT the next two DID!! The joke? Haiku #242, both versions of it, was completely UNINTELLIGIBLE!! I have no doubt whatsoever that not a single one of my followers can read the Futharc alphabet (ie: Old Norse). So, everyone pretends that sex—even a hint of it—is totally uninteresting, but something that can’t even be deciphered is worth a like, even if it was actually about their mother having anal sex with a donkey while swallowing embryos as if they were oysters Rockefeller.
Tuesday 17 September 2019
Monday 16 September 2019
Sunday 15 September 2019
Friday 13 September 2019
Wednesday 11 September 2019
Tuesday 10 September 2019
“It’s A Small World But I Wouldn’t Want To Paint It”*
The Earth is covered with different languages and if you replaced each language with a colour, the Earth would be a Jackson Pollock. A simple enough comparison with the one practical problem being the finding of a gallery large enough to allow you to hang the Earth.
(* The quote used as the title is from Steve Wright)
No Ledge
If you know nothing about a subject, you can learn about it. However, it’s possible to know just enough of a given subject to be dangerous. A little knowledge can create the subjective impression in an individual that they know more than they actually do. This can lead to bad decisions and, given the social position held by the ignorant decision maker, the ultimate results can be truly disastrous.
If you are unable to take the above and apply it to a particular contemporary high-level decision maker, then I wouldn’t trust your decisions, either.
Monday 9 September 2019
Sunday 8 September 2019
Saturday 7 September 2019
Thursday 5 September 2019
Wednesday 4 September 2019
Mad Mary
Oh, Mad Mary,
Where are your shoes?
Oh, Mad Mary,
Where are your shoes?
The scabs you’re creatin’
They give me the blues…
Sunday 1 September 2019
Clarity
Q: Why is it that while there are billions of we humans on this world, each equipped with free will, there is still so much about this world that is not to our liking?
A: This is not actually our world.
De-Dimensioning
Here’s a thought: if you were forced to give up one of the basic four dimensions in which you exist (and you can’t pick time because without duration you wouldn’t exist at all), which would you choose to do without?
The Marriage of The Moment
Whenever I hear of a marriage after the couple first met a week or a weekend ago, I don’t see love. I see fear. “Wow! I nabbed this person in only a week! Better get it sewn up before they vanish again!!”
Saturday 31 August 2019
The “Sudden Knock” Ploy
How often have you heard or read the words, “a sudden knock on the door?” So, could you tell me what other kind of a knock you are going to get? Does the courier yell “I’M GOING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR” before they knock on your door? Sudden: that’s what knocks ARE. Silence > KNOCK
The Fact of Faith
Faith, being both predicated and dependent on ignorance, may sound foolish to philosophical virgins but, insooth, faith is a phenomenologically transcendent state.
Existential Conundrum One
There’s a simply humongous herd of peoploids out in the world who are impervious to irony. Make it as obvious as you like but it just won’t penetrate. And they have the right to vote!! It’s nothing short of terrifying.…
Faithal Question
Faith is the choice to believe in the absence of proof. Knowledge is the antithesis of faith, which is why gods that demand faith will never provide proof of their existence.
Haiku #201
The sound of whipping
Shreds of clothing on the floor
Prove nothing at all
(From: “15 Shades of Clay”)
Thursday 29 August 2019
Stock Tip O’ The Week
Given the incredibly rapid and seeming inevitability of human innovation, this is not the most propitious time to invest heavily in the shoelace industry.
Poetry 101
How do you turn a single line of text into a poem?
Just give the fucking line a title. Done.
The Supreme Irony
Some day I am going to manage to kill myself and that will be the greatest achievement of my life.
Monday 26 August 2019
Mindsets
Some do not know.
These are the ignorant.
It’s no insult, only a fact.
Some can be taught.
Some cannot be.
These are the damaged.
Some refuse knowledge.
These are the dangerous.
Sunday 25 August 2019
Saturday 24 August 2019
The Last Lotto
Believe me when I
Say I’ve yet to lose
My faith in the future.
D’you wonder why?
Because I know
My neighbours.
Just as the scientists
Have their Doomsday Clock,
I know that were we really
Living in the Last Days,
Bookies would have
Armageddon on the
Big Board and folks
Would be betting
On the year, day, hour
Of the Celestial Horns.
Gamblers are, of
Necessity, optimists so
When THEY are weighing
The odds of The End
Of Days, that’s when you
Should worry.
“Z”
The nomenclature of
The “living dead” is as
Dumb as a zombie.
If it needs to eat, be
It brains or Weetabix,
Then it ain’t dead.
Period.
Nada.
Zilch.
Thursday 22 August 2019
P.O.V.
You needn’t take
A trip, cross all those
Klicks, to Lunar Lady
Moon just to see
That humanity’s too
Puny to view.
Should you choose
To zoom your gaze
Past all the haze to
Let us say, the
Caribbean isles,
What’ll greet thine
Eye?
The geography of
Your holiday dreams,
Reduced to specks
Amidst which sits the
The largest isle and
The most problematic:
Cuba, a unique spot
Among specks, an
Odd mishmash of
Cultures and cash
Which, when seen from
Space, has naught to
Boast of but the fact
That it looks much like
A lost moustache
Sitting not far from
The American coast.
Wednesday 21 August 2019
Questions, Questions
Is it an egg if it has no contents?
Is it an egg if the contents have no shell?
Must all equations rest in balance?
Can you be human without humanity?
Why do we so focus on souls
When we can’t connect them to life?
Why do we keep asking questions
When answers are found for but a few?
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