Forever and ever and ever
Destroying
Dragging this down
Like a living zombie
Fear, fear
Uncertain, waiting
Hoping for failure
Trying with no success
Hating the beauty
Of what should be
Despised, confused
Hating hating
Nonetheless thinking wishfully
The result is… nothing
Nothing, nothing,
No result, no meaning
Death.
People in all professions look for it
and work to get it and, as they mature in years,
they come to understand it
is some very strange bird to
catch and call their own, for
they see in its winged flight
it like the summer desert’s
mirage of hope run apace,
leaving the person seeking
for it, still trying and finding
to utter surprise more is to
be put in for more of what,
in terms of perfection, the
wide world outside there
calls efficiency, and working
harder and with vigour, and
focus on giving more than
that demanded or desired
till the spirit goes and the
stamina, strength, patience
to pursue matters draw to
an abrupt halt and, out of the
same stage of garlanding
and awards and certificates
and clappings and loud
applause there the hero,
of decades of achievement
with bent head and lowered
looks in heaviness of heart,
bows out when others with
the baton to prove their
mettle with lust for the lost
lustre, go running the relay
race of the chimera of skill
and competence that the
broad competitive world
of work with pride calls
efficiency of the mighty
and not the frail.
I look deeply into the shadow
That veils him from his
Obsession to obscure
Through metaphor
His vision is twenty twenty
His pupils speak in braille
He gives me a silhouette
I give him blank paper
The pen will find
Its way home.
All I wanted was to be in your heart,
And our love to never part….
No other woman loves
Me as you truly do,
Your my perfect angel in Life….
My soulmate it’s truly you….
Your bright eyes
So beautiful
Gazing into them
I see our forever and after….
So take my hands
And Remember
Our love will last forever….
Marvelling the lumpy meadows, bathing in the sunlight,
Praising ye olde proud countryside
That won my heart in full, not part!
That distant spirit of the Roman age…
This place can change, this place has changed
At least one heart, in full, not part.
And left to ask yourself a question:
Does love exist, love at first sight,
That makes you feel the height, the light?
Oh, what can be a greater threat
Than to fall in love with Somerset?
Hate is a geography
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic and otherwise.
Like every continent
Its got its rat eat rat cities.
These cities
The legal apparatuses
are always unhinged
And points towards
The punishment of the sleepless.
Punishment
That is
After all
the Catholic way
The endless sport
With no true winners
In the mind of the guilty.
Only you have declared
The residents of this town
As sexless
Unwashed
And uncultured.
A city of peasants
Who spend their time in church
Or behind a typewriter,
Computer and spewing
All vile and forgotten things
From the outdated theater of
Black and white ideas.
All with the grace of apes.
A city of apes
Whose lone desire
Is to break the backs of their youth
And be forgiven in a Sunday confessional.
Their backs were to be broken forward so
they can always bend at the foot of the cross
Of the holy
And rotting corpse.
As one great writer put it
“Does Christ ever get tired of bleeding?”
Though you have declared the rock n’ roll soul can heal anything
A dubious claim if you ask me,
As long as you can escape this city
And find a natural home
In another town where depravity
And sex flourishes.
But sooner or later
This continent will sink below the waterline
Until the next great
Betrayal.
Yes, I am screaming
in frustration, in rage,
in intolerable pain
A fight against man-world
and man-rules
Rules that create power
And against womanhood
power sustainer
that validates and glorifies
See me, hear me, know me —
the Outsider, I come to destroy
your well-cemented world
Hurl your mace, throw thunderbolts
I stand fearless, defenseless
Armour and shields I shun
A deep well of outrage
fortifies my spirit
Wounds bleed, tortures twist
Life breathe you suck out
Then my scream thunders
through your edifice
demolishing brick by brick.
We won’t be here much longer
Can’t imagine what that means
Words don’t lead to understanding
What is really left in store
Our love is so much stronger
Our hearts know what that means
There’s no need for understanding
While I’m lying next to thee
She gave them all, standing,
practicing kindnesses.
She gave them words to fill
their mouths.
Warmth to fill their dented and bashed homes.
They gave her a cockroach corpse, tossed through the air at high
velocity.
Small token of appreciation they found on the floor.
When you think you have guts
You show it to others in your
Taking them on in ways they
Hardly have estimated
Before, till now, this feat opens
Up their eyes to the truth of
Your not being the cool or cowardly
Kind that they passed you for,
For there dawns for them their
New knowledge about you and
What challenges you would ever
Care for a fig and lay flat their
Foolish account of you as gutless.