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One Paradoxical View


Use me, use me better I pray
Than I know how to use my self

Inside outside of one One
Yes, always yin yang yet
Acknowledging oneness
Still upsize the upside
Downsize the downside
Or at times the other
Always yin yang yet still
Upside downside of one One
Sitting, standing, walking
Differentiating this from that
Am I not still not One? Or not?

Use me, use me better I pray
Than I know how to use my self

The Definitive Connection


Mistaken identity, long lost soul
Locked in this Dutch coffee shop
Hid deep in Amsterdam 1980

Red rice disguises another
Unauthorised breakfast item
Bequeathing the crown of horns
To the newborn king of the jewels

Then it’s thank you, cut and run
From their war on consciousness

Out Of Line: Four By Six


Borne here upon some wind
Blown free from ancestry
With offspring free of flesh
Unless they bring their own

The Ninth Letter


Evanescent froth
Boldly built on shifting sands
As if eternal

The Real


Simply cloud castles
While who is out or in there
To decide The Real?

I Am, Therefore I’m Not


On the other hand …
I have several fingers
Which do not agree



Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

Cue: Fish
Swimming along alone
Unwittingly … Alarmingly … Lost
In some pea soup or other
Cue: Foghorns

(Cue: Definition
“Anything said or done
On or off stage, that is followed
By some specific line or act”)

Cue: Some moment designated: LOVE
Containing its own built-in distress
Statutory though … So no blame then
And with also some kind of kindness
Inserted just to be on the safe side
As Spring springs to life past Winter
Hmmm … Seems time to learn to listen to learn from Nature

As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, whole lives
Slip by missed since busy spent seeking top marks
Spent forging on from nought to zero and back
For where’s the harm? Where’s the harm?
After all, after all, what’s zero after all
But the ground from whence all …

Hearts grow cold, a cold unnoticed
Hearts go to seed, to lockstep
Lockstep, lockstep, lockstep
From here and now to eternity
Nowhere now forever forever
Unnoticing the Eternity
Already here

Drowning in a homegrown madhouse
TVnRADIO busy busy busy working
Busy bent normalising the unforgivable
Exuding daily an utter absence of gorm
So good to have a friend though
Even if it is kind of imaginary

Children knew what those are all about
Before some way or another forgetting
Alas a loss alas a loss alas a loss
Brightness of eye now bedimmed yet body
Not yet quite hunted to extinction
Has and retains a mind of its own

Descended from apes
… Just not very far
… And not always in the right direction
Sheep bleat, mumble
“Don’t push at the back there”
An immodest silence
Opens and closes

Stuck fast twixt yes or no, cheese or chalk
Meaninglywhile preferring another option
A timeless walleyed stare into the abyss
Doomed to this personal threshold

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …


This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 58.




Who knew that there is
No one there to understand
That you understand?

Postprandial Pals


When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub



Here it is we are
You see I write we not I
A work in progress

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