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Weather Or Know

WEATHER OR KNOW

Hard rains sweep by
Rinse soiled streets clean
Brief respite though
Hark, the next deluge
Of turbid effluence
Generously gifted
By the thoughtless

Slumbering in simplicity
No fearful encounters
In radiant solitude
Wherein to acknowledge
Realisation’s spiky burdens
And consoling gifts
Onward, onward, comrades

To oblivion
And no beyond
Hooves strike faster now
Valley of death looms
Engorging black hole
Rolling thunder clap
Hard rains sweep by

No encore

The Daily Grind (Reposted)

THE DAILY GRIND

morning well wicked early still
when alarm bell rings

unglue gummy eyes
peer through foetid gloom
grope around to kill it
sniff up last night’s stale breath
puke worthy – and you expected?

quick shower, squirt and spray
baited hooks set – and dreams
“I swear (s)he fancies me”
a hopeful phone trills – eyes gleam
and stick it in your ear – “hi”

now on your mark, get set
and go, raging or else uncomplaining
by crammed tube or heaving bus
or through poison-pumping gridlock
noxious hell whichever option

a compliant commuter – a clone – a costumed clown
stuck up the back end of a pantomime horse
blindly galloping into thunderous oblivion
holding your snotty nose to the grindstone
scrounging shekels to fuel your shakey schemes

yes, here’s the life you were schooled for
to be laid on the butcher’s chopping block
to hang ripe for the black reaper’s picking
next to our attempts to heal our broken hearts
keeping food on the table is their sharpest weapon

but pity the overseers in their turn
the restless scuttling tinker men
well heeled tepid heartless overlords
with their eternal fear of the rank and vile
whose oversensitivity is such a bore

do they lie in the dark wakeful
awaiting the day their own alarm bells ring?

The White House Goes To The Dark Side

THE WHITE HOUSE GOES TO THE DARK SIDE

Darth Vader puked sTrump.
sTrump IS Darth Vader … in drag
… but without the brains.

“Thou art a (s)trumpet!” – Shakespeare.
And that’s not the half of it.

Clanging Cymbals – A Sevenling

CLANGING CYMBALS – A SEVENLING

Life takes its course
Demise a constant threat
All things must pass

Questions pose themselves
We tender our own certainties
We fight and murder over faith

In truth we haven’t a clue

The Monstrous Reality Of War

“Of course, war and the large military establishments are the greatest sources of violence in the world. Whether their purpose is defensive or offensive, these vast powerful organizations exist solely to kill human beings. We should think carefully about the reality of war. Most of us have been conditioned to regard military combat as exciting and glamorous – an opportunity for men to prove their competence and courage. Since armies are legal, we feel that war is acceptable; in general, nobody feels that war is criminal or that accepting it is criminal attitude. In fact, we have been brainwashed. War is neither glamorous nor attractive. It is monstrous. Its very nature is one of tragedy and suffering.” – The Dalai Lama.

Please read the whole of what he has to say here:

http://www.dalailama.com/messages/world-peace/the-reality-of-war

Five Days, Five Quotes: Day Three

Recently I was invited to participate in an exercise which involved posting a fresh quotation on each of three days and also tagging three more folk each day. Here is a sequel, but with a difference. The quotation bit remains the same but I won’t be burdening anyone else. 🙂 And this time there will be five days rather than three.

This is Day Three.

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
– Louis de Bernieres.

Corporate Mistake

CORPORATE MISTAKE

“More is more.” (“And more.”)
(“And more and more and more and …”)
Bang! The bubble bursts.
Not a capital idea
after all; suicidal.

Painful Truths And Lies

Given recent events, previous ones and, I am afraid, those to come in the future, here is an article you may find worth reflecting upon. I had already worked out just about all of this for myself, but he puts it together in a very cogent form.

The “War on Terrorism”

There is also this.

How to not remain a victim of terrorism

Wonderland (A Four By Six)

WONDERLAND

Alice’s tea party
Forever moving on
Infinity plus one
Defies mathematics

Trump

Trump
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Trump – a fart, expelling of wind from the anus. (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=trump)