The pen and paper are the height of innovation. The value of subsequent technologies has been negated by the effect that control and exploitation of our planet’s resources have on the environment and subsequently on us. We are all damned by our own greed. We are a derailed, rudderless, wingless, quadriplegic, un-piloted mixed (up) metaphor hurtling towards oblivion on just the rims.
Soundtrack: Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
Starring: Michael Jackson, R. Kelly, Britney Spears, OJ Simpson and Pamela Anderson Lee
Directed by: Quentin Tarantino
Co-Producers: Worldcom, Enron and the George W. Bush Administration
Special Mention: WTO, World Bank, OECD and those good folks at the Vatican
In the Beginning…
The word made flesh;
Word given form.
The word became picture.
And picture was equated
To a thousand words;
Each word in itself
A picture form.
A mosaic made
From perspective afar.
Clear becomes
The vision concealed
When closely examined.
Block on block -
The structure is built,
A skyscraper risen
From a collection of ideas.
The Creation
A few words found,
An idea lost
Fix, shape, shake
Structure; form
Lyrics wait in stone
‘Til artist’s toil,
Imaginative eye,
Calloused hands,
And unforgiving tools
Collude.
Free the beauty;
Release desire;
Marble shape me…
Make me whole.
Paradise Lost
I
Cold mechanical sexual relations,
Politicians jacking off in the faces of their nations.
Cum shots posted on my internet blog,
A dominatrix giving a ‘bad boy’ a flog.
Mind spaces filled
With dangerous ideals of self-image,
Reflected in belonging
To a larger entity of others
That define the individual
In terms of reverence.
Time Warner cartoons
The dehumanization of man.
Incorporation of incomplete senses
Of something not quite…
I can’t identify the thing that is,
Or is it not?
Zombies dancing in the streets,
The un-dead moving to the beat.
Citizens laughing at the scene,
Eaten from brain down to spleen.
Waiting matter to be moulded,
Crisp white sheets to be folded.
Truth readily concealed;
Soiled and discarded.
Water flow, water ebb!
Time slows, blue on red.
The uncovered face is unveiled:
I saw that ghost
Walking by the seaside -
Pre-dawn.
Paradise Lost
II
Cute little puppies – neutered!
Whiskers shaved off kittens.
Tarnished copper kettles,
Missing buttons,
Pre-emptive strikes
And searches from WMDs.
Brown paper packages
Tied up with string,
Concealing the hatred of subjugation
Hegemony and neo-imperialism
Summed up in extremism
Returned to the source
Of xenophobia, racism.
Control of the image
Defines the wor(l)d
For those subjected
To the soap-box antics of the self-righteous.
Yet unbelieving
In the worst of contradictions
About alternate realities,
We settle for the primordial soup
Because evolution involves pain/change.
Paradise Regained
Innocence regained
Re-virginated hymen
Descending slowly
Into you
Into me
Twinning loving
And leaving being
(Listening)
Tightening yet…
E x p a n d i n g
Infinitely!
Limited experience
Is feeling
Inner/outer
Inflections
Inverse realisation
Of the futility
Of expression
The divide is complete.
Myopic views
Of the familiar
Supercede the embrace
Of a common humanity
Inherited materials,
Original thought,
One mould.
Triumvirate
I – The Good
Routes to self realisation
Sprout from roots of alienation,
The self finds form in isolation
Essentialist constructs are deprogrammed.
Pitter-patter. . .
The foetus of my self re-birthed.
Thanks Derek.
The spiritual midwife delivers
From a previously barren intellect,
Consciousness,
Bereft of comprehension
Of supremacy and resistance.
II- The Bad
Do we discuss the lingering stench
Of rotting guavas overlapping
The fetid odour of fallen breadfruit?
Is differentiation possible
Of the me in you and
The you in I?
Can a formula be established
To extract pi from the cosmos?
And thereafter reduce it to
A thick gravy-like consistency?
A collision of form and context
Ignites a glimmer of elucidation.
III - The Ugly
Internalize – assimilate – replicate
You sad parody of a sackman
Eat, drink, fuck.
The pleasures we take
Only borrowed from the next recipient.
I cannot touch, feel, taste
I banish re-images of psychosis
And portraits of un-being
To a land beyond imagination.
Evolution
I
In
Intern
Internal
Internalize
Internalization
Of reheated, cooled down
Freeze dried, repackaged
Recycled, reused
Reduced to ashes ideologies.
That precede, post-date
Idea, matter
Consciousness of body,
God
Intertwined precepts/concepts
Input = output
Except where
We don’t put in
And expect to get out.
Much of what was
Cannot translate
Across the void
The circle – the kumbla
Protection – Imprisonment
Bubble – o – fantastic
Introduce the pin prick of awareness.
Green in green
Is green on green
Is green with…
Chlorophyll
Refracted
With the distillation
Of the meaning of life
‘Till crystal clear.
There’s no pin in that
Just prick.
Disillusion
Struggle
Light
Darkness
Growth, stunted.
Good little girls
Preaching to the converted.
Movement – genesis – re-genesis
Darkness.
Despair.
Dissolution
The End.
(And remember, always, always, always remember…appearance is nine-tenths of reality)
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