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Thought Experiment – Rebirth
Jul 28th
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Consider..
You will wake one day in the body of a old frail person
This is not me! you may say. But it is.
This will not happen to me! you may say. But it may.
You feel that this body does not have long to live and that you will not return to a more youthful self.
With this rebirth comes a sudden understanding.
In that time you have left what do you do to try and heal this weathered vessel?
Reclaim as much lost time and bodily neglects as possible?
Make the last few weeks as significant as you can?
Now step back.
How far are you now in your current body and life, from being that old person?
Don’t wake up and let this be you.
Life is short and you have such amazing things to do.
Remember this always.
image credit: Borya
Thought Experiment – One Mind
Jul 27th
Are we all experiencing the same one thing
Which is in itself is an absolute..
But are we all experiencing it in infinitely different ways?
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Poem – On Being An Unknown Poet
Jul 26th
you’ve got a fair name
a modicum of fame
critical acclaim
readers hanging off each well crafted word
articles, interviews and page-hits galore
i’ve got.. poor?
a facebook page
quasi-poetic-artist rage
youtube rants
10 fans
and i need more
Image Credit: Kai Chan Vong
Poem – Causative Purges
Jul 26th
causative purges selectively displace my human urges
my monkey mind still finds me calibrated
to a fatalistic foundry of fucked up boundaries.
and staring on in hapless aggression,
directed inwards upon the imminent collision
between what i am and what is me
it occurs that this is not my world
and i was not meant to be
Image Credit: clagnut
Poem – Octopi
Jul 26th
a boring eye and adamant tentacles
which, intent on wringing each drop of blood
drift lazily
like fingers, stretched out at the passerby
delightfully inviting
i glimpse a beguiling smile stitched onto a featureless face
and a figurative gaze fixed on me,
i feel a brush against my arm,
a request for an audience
the gently nauseating grip
of the sordid octopus..
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Poem – The Hype
Jul 26th
close your lips, say nothing of apocalypses, eternal eclipses, or cosmic slips, don’t predict, don’t hope, don’t bullshit, don’t perpetuate the stereotype, don’t lie, don’t trash talk or talk tripe, don’t tell me about your problems, don’t mention it and no; don’t try to sell me on your values, i don’t believe what ‘they’ say, i don’t buy designer clothes, i don’t listen to my own press and i try not to believe the hype.
that alright?
Image Credit: le Korrigan
Poem – Primordial
Jul 25th
out of life
emerges i
and with tentative steps,
i slowly stride, newly dry,
away from the ocean bed
and after decades then decide
to remain submerged and default to dead
to now swim amongst the spectres
though i don’t believe that its over yet..
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in lethe
my psyche surges in between
offbeats and
terrible curses wished upon the living
with corporeal lungs i do not need
to eat, be happy or even breathe
but i must circulate mist through my smoky frame
to remain the same
but my affinity with the evil deeds that play out
increases again, in proportion to my hours spent..
and for me, the after life is a short time
spent swimming in circles
and waiting to evolve past oversights
that i may re-emerge again for another try
evolution?
Poem – Four Decades
Jul 25th
i want to live in the 70s
perhaps the USA
cos 21st century britain
has become too much for me
instead i could be eternally sunbathing
on muscle beach.
and have no more twitter,
ebay
internet
recession, inane obsessions
or information overload to bother me.
no, i’d backstep four decades
to SNL,
analogue tv screens
flared jeans
and technicolour dreams
Image Credit: thisfatzoo
Poem – Borrowed Chromosomes
Jul 23rd
the divine chromosomes are mine alone
at the current time
though borrowed from the shelves
of the ancestral home
i was entrusted with the helix
and the nucleotides
and i have them for a century loan
one day they will be dropped back in the gene pool
or given to clones for play
and to perpetually replicate
i must give them away before i decay
but after i stamp my own spin
on our dna.
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Poem – liedealogy
Jul 23rd
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my market is fame seekers
advocates and zealots
i promise spectacular outcomes
and lead on those who are jealous
or have given enough thought
and spared time enough to validate me.
i climb up your hopeful back
and i grip as tightly as i can
and to my participants i whisper plans,
continue to claim interest on mindshare
until the day my true nature is unveiled
and after rational analysis, or during a breakdown
i leap off and scuttle away
to define new desires
and find further victims to inspire
Image Credit: Christian Haugen