Being right
Is of little consolation
If your being in hospital;
And no consolation at all
If your Being ceases to be!
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I'm a predator
Searching out for a mate:
Scrutinising all prey that crosses my path.
I'll eat **** and take what comes,
Or starve if need be - self-satiated -
While I patiently await
That dainty, succulent morsel;
That indelibly edible delicacy
Which my heart so desires.
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Airheads to the left of me;
Airheads to the right of me;
Airheads in front of me;
Cackled and blundered!
Their's was not to reason why;
Their's was but to buy or die.
And I...
I just shook my head and wondered...

Now you're ten,
You're almost a man.
As such, I want to impart this wisdom:
- Be true to yourself;
- Be honest and trustworthy;
- Be true to your word;
- Stand up for yourself and the weak;
- Laugh at everything;
- Continue to have fun whenever possible;
- Take responsibility for your actions;
- Look people in the eye when you speak;
- Have a firm handshake;
- Respect others (even if you don't like them), and
- Enjoy life --> you only have one life, don't waste it.

I hope your life is joyous and fruitful,
And you grow into the upright man destiny decreed.

Used and abused,
Like a trolley in a creek;
Try as I might,
Can't find my feet.

Every time I make a mark
The line shifts away -
Wondering when the time will come
When this dog has its day.

"Your still young", so they say -
But it's always the old that tell me;
"There's a future out there, waiting";
I must be too blind to see.

Stuck in a rut, with nowhere to go,
But when I think I've hit rock-bottom - the pits -
The Black Dog is suckled from below;
And my conscious mind turns in fits
As the dismal reality drags me to a new low.

You're no friend of mine, you f**k -
You should be there to protect and support me;
To encourage me to meet my potential;
To skipper me towards rewarding opportunities.
But that isn't your way - No, not you!
Your insidious sabotage screws me at every turn;
You lurk in dark recesses then pounce when I'm in company -
As soon as I open my mouth, you're there to trip me up.
I'd be rid of you if I could,
But you've anchored your talons monopolistically;
Superseded any attempt I've tried to reform;
Undermined my confidence to the point of despondency and dependency,
All to fuel your Super-Ego.
If my suicide had succeeded,
You'd be dead and buried,
And I'd be free!

When you sauntered through the pub
I knew my life had changed;
No longer concerned to save the world,
I needed to pull resources to save my heart.

The light through your auburn hair
The exact colour of magnificent conflagrations;
Those intense wildfires evermore common
Due to shifting climate patterns.
And, like a bushfire threatening lives and homes,
No man was untouched -
All were scorched by your radiant beauty.

Your pearly whites'
Whiter than the bleached bones
Of countless drought-stricken livestock;
Whiter, still, than bleached reefs,
Luminous in their death-throes.

And those intense green eyes -
More glowing than a radio-active
Atoll seen from space.

And your voice, when you asked to sit,
Had the harmonic cascade of a thousand extinct species,
Each singing their death song in salute to corporate success:
It made my knees tremble and my wallet itch!

Your ******* as well proportioned
As those majestic ****-heaps of open-cut mines.

The little paunch you wear so proud,
Is more cute and inviting of attention
Than all the distended stomachs of starving African children.

As I explored further into nether regions,
I was delighted to discover
You'd taken the Brazilian to heart -
Clear-felling all but a remnant;
A tuft in tribute to a once great forest -
A forest of mystery and exotic, ****** adventure,
Now open for tourism!

Your scent more intoxicating
Than a million factory flues
Spewing out toxic pollutants
To fix our corporate wants.

When you invaded my heart
It was as devastating as the "shock and awe" tactics
Of a military Superpower unleashing its might
On a hapless oil-rich and strategically significant,
But unco-operative, dissident regime.

Your plump, glossy, cherry-red lips
More succulent than a genetically-modified tomato
Grown on a corporate farm, maximising profits.

And even though you're more vacuous
Than a bovine skull after the hydraulic rod
Has rendered the animal fit for hamburgers and processed foods,
You've still captured my heart
Like a sentimental story broadcast
On a slow news day with advertiser's approval.

Gaia can look after Herself,
I'll not defend Her - I'm on the shelf;
Captured by a product of modern media,
I'm in Love with a global Arcadia!

I can't believe the **** that you repeat
When a television program you've absorbed -
Never thinking twice to ascribe
Any facts to the gospels you espouse,
Nor any reasoning for your emotive response.

So this is what my life's become?
A solitary drinker in a crowed pub;
Nursing a burgeoning alcoholism
And entrenching melancholy with self-seclusion.
Worse: compounding isolation by ignoring
Or minimally acknowledging, peripherally,
Those Sunday night lushes;
Instead, focused on the static dynamic of an evolving city;
Absorbed by a blue-meshed scaffold adorning
Another modern eye-sore of urban consolidation.

Happy Birthday, my friend,
I hope your days never end
Before you fulfil your desires
And take the plunge into the fires -
Whether Hell's inferno or Heaven's purifying glory;
And that, when told, your story
Of stoic determination and good-humoured candour
Will inspire the next generation to endeavour...

Not since the plasmic glow of the Inflationary period,
When the glorious Universe could be held in the palm of your hand,
Has the Light prevailed;
Ever-after, the Darkness has gained increasing *******.

Forget those globular perturbations coalescing into Galaxies;
Forget, too, the denser gases igniting into radiant stars;
The cold, dark space-time only retreats temporarily - and grows all the while.
The expanding Universe acts to isolate the Light,
And the Darkness is patient enough to await its ultimate victory.

When Matter has run its race,
And complex Life is a distant echo;
When atoms and molecules haven't the Energy to socialise,
Then the Darkness will swallow the Light for good.
The Universe will be dark and dead -
And God will cease to exist.

I know you're only one,
And won't remember this day,
But if you keep this card, I pray
You consider the struggles you've won
And the monumental discoveries just begun.

Out of the womb's cocoon - new entity!
A unique specimen of life; a wonderous creation!
That initial breath of antiseptic, hope and untold expectation;
Mum's exhausted, glowing recognition of your reality;
The instant bond of Mum and daughter - subliminal connectivity!

A most rewarding period - a year of firsts:
The first banshee wail announcing your presence to the world;
The first smile to melt cooing observer's hearts;
The first tentative explorations of strange environs;
The first taste of mushed apples and dirt;
The first movement to make a ***** proud;
The first torrent of information absorbed into a receptive mind;
The first sight of Mum, a dog and the Wiggles;
The first touch of toys, carpet and that sticky thing;
The first experience of pain - a necessary evil;
The first aural delights of music and speech patterns;
The first shaky, awkward, but determined steps towards independence.

Indeed, this first year has been momentous,
However, consider - the learning curve has just started:
Ahead of you, so mysterious now, are other firsts awaiting.

Not an enigmatic smile
Like the constipated, condescending smirk
Adorning, and inexplicably adored, on the Mona Lisa's smug face;
But a smile to justify God's existence;
A smile that, when dazzlingly bestowed
Upon one fortunate soul, caught rabbit-like in its
Wondrous radiance, infinitesimally, and cumulatively,
Increases the World's joy. Where every living thing -  
Whatever exists on the planet, imperceptibly hums
To a new, more celestial pitch -
An effervescent vibration celebrating Life's mysteries:
A reason for existence.

It's a smile to make an Alchemist cry -
Turning a leaden heart to gold in an instant.

It's a smile to make a mediocre poet struggle
To articulate an adequate description
Using all the hyperbole, simile and metaphor at his limited disposal.

Inestimably more brilliant, and more valuable,
Than the most flawless diamond ever found -
And, perhaps, just as rare.

Thankfully, a renewable resource,
Enabled to enlighten and heat
The recesses of any beneficiary's
Heart and invigorate their soul.

Helen may have caused a thousand ships to sail,
Destroying a nation as a consequence;
And Cleopatra nearly caused the collapse of an Empire;
But Tao's smile, unleashed in all its glory
Could melt the Antarctic ice-sheet -
Drowning us all in its magnificence.

Mayan's have a myth that states such a smile
Only comes around once every twelve thousand years,
In the Great Galactic turning.

Einstein's General Theory of Relativity
Is often mistakenly considered to concern gravity,
But is, in fact, concerned with one's relative position
To Tao's smile - an inescapable vortex of pleasure.

No music conceived of the fabled Celestial Spheres
Compares to the silent, ethereal harmonies tattooing my heart
Whenever, beacon-like, that smile flashes fleetingly in my direction.

And Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle has not a Quantum core,
But revolves around the statistical uncertainty of being blessed
With the ephemeral thrill of a benign grim.

Like a breath of fresh air -
A zephyr, young and fair;
Raven haired, but dyed for flair;
Intense eyes - piercing, bovine stare.
Refreshing intelligence, with wit to match;
Nubile and sensual - Oh, what a catch!

But alas! for this old fool,
All his charms make him appear such a tool!
Sly remarks and innuendo abound;
Even though she's amused, she must be bound
To think, while flattered, that this ****
Is an occupational hazard of a hospitality job.

So this fool shall be content to make her smile
And suppress his profound feelings for the while,
Until the beautiful, youthful flower blossoms, ripe
To be plucked by one with a romantic stripe
And if it be not he who pens this tripe
Then he should be happy and not snipe.

Realising, though broken hearted, that he
Should never have competed for the heart of she
That is destined for success in whatever field she applies
Her dazzling charms and wily smarts, while he cries
For the Valentine he failed to impress
With his basal humour and flirtatious address.

A Game of superior gametes,
My 46ers in the race to conceive
A business/economic Theory of Warfare
To guarantee/certify myn own survival
For my 23ers --> The Olympic Swimmers!
If the potentiality of Life in the Multi-verse
Is obviously a sure thing,
Then it's Intelligent Life-forms
That are the abnormally; an abomination
To an empty Entity interested only in
Inflicting pain and suffering and misery to the Masses;
Perhaps justifiably, perhaps not...who cares?
It's not Nature's way --> She is indifferent,
But not unaware of One species
Destroying essential habitat for no lasting reward.
She is here now - be careful! We need
To re:think our primary endeavours;
Let's try to ameliorate the damage;
Conserve what little's left whilst
Not foreclosing the whole kit and caboodle:
Sustainable resourcing without guilt.
A Quadruple bottom line, with a different foci -->
People and Environment over Time and Wherewithal.

Live your Life as you wish -->
Don't blame me!
Blame the *****!
She's the One that yeah's and neigh's,
Selects the combos, gamete-style;
Foresees the potentiality
Of a Universe before the making.

Her Will --> I'll execute!
Protect to incubate the great,
While looking after the lost -->
Those unlucky to be born normal;
Those strugglers battling idiocy
At all levels of authority.

I'll float freely betwixt strata -
Popping in and out of existence
As necessary; as needs dictate;
As She dictates (- the subtle cow).
I'll plod along, head in the sand,
Trying to figure out the sound;
Stringing along and strung out,
Helping myself and lending a hand.

And when I meet Her...if I do...
I'll tell Her you send Your Regards.

You've got a body -
Use it: move your ****!
Realign your Being
With your lost childhood,
When everything was a game;
A bright big world to explore;
An investigation into pleasure;
And a learning curve in pain.

You've got a brain -
Use it: think for yourself!
Reacquaint your Mind
With the beauty of youth,
When all fields were open;
A scary, exciting, full of promise
Battleground to conquer;
And to expose to fresh exploitation.

You've got a soul -
It's the spirit of Life!
Do with it what you will!

I am an open book -
Full of promise and hope -
An opportunity to enrich;
Relating the Human Being
To the greater Universe.
These words linking
Generations and minds,
Timeless, if not profound;
Thoughts solidified in
Byte-sized quanta of
Information rich echoes:
Rebounding and ringing
Afresh - klaxon-like -->
Warning all to heed:
A potentiality of insight;
A fractalised oversight;
A realisation into light -->
On the page, in Reality;
Free to you - A gift from me!

Australia used to ride on the Sheep's back;
Now it banks on the Gambler's ****!

I'm a Diarist,
Not a Lyricist -
I'm not good,
But I persist!

Every experience, no matter how small,
Creates a neural map - a memory store;
Nothing's forgotten, just hard to recall!

The body is but a vessel
In which the Soul travels;
Well protected, nestled -->
Snug, watching marvels!

Glass is the strongest substance,
Made of sand; silicon -->
Essential for electrical computation.
Flexible, ready for manipulation;
Clear and bold, hard as hail:
The see-through membrane of the insane.
Something to hide behind, blame;
Distorting vision to the brain,
For the good and the folly -->
Please use it and be jolly.

WARNING - Vessel may shatter!

The Present is always Present,
Therefore Past and Future are as well.
The Present is relative to everything:
The Present IS --> regardless of Time,
Always changing, never lost; evolving, constant;
The Mind's contact with Reality.
No Present is the same = Infinity.
In the Present you Live, always.
Time changes, moves along; entropy -
Your consciousness alters.
Time is purely a physical process;
The Present is a reflective process.
The Present is purely mind - cognitive;
One's thoughts at any time -->
(One's conscious thoughts, anyway.)
All points lead to one junction,
One point in space/time:
Unpredictable, solitary Singularity.

I heard your rap on the door,
I screamed I was coming -
I think you misunderstood me,
There was no one there.

I heard your rap over the air,
I screamed and cried along -
I think I misunderstood you,
Went searching, found squat.

I read your rap recently,
I screamed when I knew -
I understood where you were at,
Did some thinking of my own.

I re-read your rap recently,
I screamed at the absurdity -->
You didn't think and follow through.
It's been 4 years now - over-knight success?!?

The end is nigh, I know I'll fry
Chaos always surprises
I'm on a plane, at some level -
Of course I love you - I am you!
I see the back of my head
Every time I approach you.
I am everything in one: Singularity.
I'll come when I'm ready,
It will certainly be soon.
I know you know (Shhh!) -
I heard you crow,
And you stick out - new tunes.
From quantum obscurity,
Battling gravity's influences,
Awaiting the Big Bang -->
Myn own creation - Reality!

I'm not perfect, I never was.
Opposites wax and wane,
Complex contradictions;
Learning from fk-ups,
Fking up my learning.
The choices were mine -
I will live with my memories;
Both good and bad dwell within,
Always have since original sin;
To which, I admit, I'm a prefect!

My abstract mind makes me blind;
Sense perception can be misconception.
With every breath, I fear my death;
As I've grown, I've been taught to fear the unknown -->
No money in the bowl? - No guarantee for the Soul!
There is so much hypocrisy in our society ==>
I am becoming disillusioned with this illusion!

I've reached the age to be called a Man -
A fully-fledged hairless ape;
Down from the trees and into the gutter;
No more tail between my legs.

I thank evolution for my hands (thumbs);
I thank technology for my mind;
I thank my ancestry for my being.

Am I any better than other animals?
Maybe, but I really don't think so:
Sure, I can conceive and create for love;
Also I ******, **** and torture from hate.
No other animal is so conceited;
No other predator is as cruel; contemptuous.
Man is an animal with innate guilt:
Condemned with the concept of angst.

So the Big Bang was the conception of the Universe?
Yet they know not the initial conditions -
Started from a Singularity they think,
But they don't have a Theory to match:
Einstein's General Relativity doesn't come close,
Quantum Theory needs to be welded in
To understand what makes space/time tick;
Empirically, we are driven by entropy.
Personally, I think the Singularity is all in ones' head (Mind).

Thank you guardians of the past,
Your legacies will surely last,
In the memories and hearts of kin and country.
I salute you for your courtesy;
The courage and wisdom you've given,
Through sweat and tears hard bitten.
You've laid a solid foundation
For the future of this "clever" nation.
So stand tall, you've earnt a rest.
P.S. Grandma, you're the best!

I heard your voice;
I saw you cry -->
To say I felt no empathy would be a lie.

I didn't have your strength;
I became disillusioned and tried to fly -->
Fell fourteen stories and still didn't die!
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You opened my eyes:
Showed me fractals from inside.

You opened my mind:
Made me think when I wanted to hide.

You opened my ears:
Heard your emotions soar like a dove.

You opened my heart:
Sister, Brother you have my love.

How can I cry,
When I'm hurting inside,
And all I want to do is die?
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I have a negative aspect
Which warrants no respect
By now I'm apt to deflect
Those memories I try to recollect
When I was dysfunctional and defect
Until a time where I can reflect
Make sense of memories correct
Then think, "F**k it! No one's perfect!"
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Oh my God! I think I'm strange
I have delusions of delusions in my brain -->
Sometimes I'm Superman, at others, the train!
Nothing hurts until you feel the pain.

Hey mate! Do you think I'm strange?
I know I'm not exactly sane:
Instead of tall timber, I'm warped cane!
This reality has become my bane.

Well professional, You know I'm strange?!?
One look at a book and I'm insane?
Let the students interview to gain,
"This ones' consciousness couldn't handle the strain!"

To the Lonely Lunaticks -->
Have no worries - I'm ONE with you,
Although myn diagnosis was Miss-Directed,
Supposedly for myn own sake;
But I have my doubts about Others motives.

I'm against Ostracism -->
         I'll play Devil's Advocate to save a Soul.
I'm against Nepotism -->
         Jobs should go to boys and girls of equal capacity (not always Blood).
I'm against Cronyism -->
         Fk your mates at the expense of competent workers.
I'm against Elitism -->
         Who the Fk do you think you ARE?
         Just because You have an Expertise,
         Doesn't mean You're the Arbiter of Truth.
I'm against First Impressions -->
         Primarily because they are normally Wrong!
         [Besides, it's 1st impressions that the CON-DAMNS!]
I'm against Repression of Free Will -->
         Dissent is a Natural response to Wrong!
         However, not all Free Speech is Healthy;
         Neither for Individuals, nor Society at large.
I'm against the Non-Humourists ==> Killers of Fun & Happiness & Curiosity.

{Personally, while not always in good taste, I don't think Humour should be held to any Taboos}.

I see the World
In a particular Flavour:
I'lll save your Works, Your Being,
But I won't be Your Saviour;
'Cause I'll be Happy doing Hard Labour -->
Not my fault = due to Missus's Behaviour!

Learn to Love the Life you're Leading,
For only the Moment is Missheeding:
The Present is Present, regardless of Time,
So enjoy what you're doing and
Forget about Tomorrow: Let's Dine!

Things will work out, I'm sure;
Too be Shore...2B shore!!

And then She smiled,
And my Heart skipped a Beat;
Up I jumped, on my feet -->
F**k knows what I thought I was doing,
But for Her the call was just too alluring.

I started to move, my feet and my hands,
My body soon followed - an Ancient rhythm had plans
To express itself no matter the harm,
For in Love I fell, spellbound by Her charm.

Little did I know it was Death who came courting;
Too entranced was I that I just kept reporting;
Measuring myself against the Great and the Small,
I was compelled to implode in what some call the Fall;
Too dangerous in hindsight to allow any more ==>
One is enough to Defend a Species and ALL.

Personally, I think we Australians and Guests
Have lost the War against the Terror of Coffeeism -->
The sheer, unadulterated Facts on the Ground
Indicate to me a whole new Generation of
Spoilt little brats and bratettes immune to Reflection -->
A Generation of "Can-Doers" and "Will-Doers" and, my favourite:
The "F**K-you-I'm-going-to-try-to-do-it-4-myselfers."

Bully Beware ==>
I may have stuffed up when I wrote the
"Poem" about nothing leaving the 20th Century -->
What I meant was that WAR (my God-given special
assignment/atonement) needed to be contained
within the struggles of MCM - MCMLXXXXIX.
All the Great Inspirations and Fundamental Studies
Had/Have/Will Have already been scrutinized -
Only the Fine-Tooth'd comb was needed to untangle
The knotty issues and remove the well-hidden
Vermin infecting our consciousness through the
Trapdoor of the sub-conscious -->
Eventually - and I certainly didn't think it would take so long -
Not only should we by now have Tagged and ID'd
The Parasitic TICKS, but also rid ourselves of the more
Communicable LICE at the end of the School yard.

Again and again and again we go,
Stumbling and tripping and falling low;
Lowered and humbled; grovelling indeed,
Regardless of our efforts to make them see
That the World as we know it
Is not what it seems, but now
That the seams are showing, Panic looms large
As the real culprits are running scared
And desperate to disguise the colossal farce
That's brought misery and suffering and
Untold grief.

I'm here to tell you
that Your God's a
Thief of your Soul -->
It fuels His Dark desires;
He thrives on Your Secrets
And Loves to Surprise -->
Remembers all manner of Sin
'Cause He's Jealous of Your Living Skin.

Luckily for US that remain Sane,
He is a Gentleman all the same.
So, while I may take umbrage
As a Personal slight,
Please be careful when you make a stand,
As I won't always be there to
Lend You a Hand.

You take away my dignity,
But can't break my spirit.
You take away my Fire,
But can't douse my core Light.
You isolate to punish,
And I educate to annoy.
You want me to calmly go away,
And so do I, but I'm trapped.
I cannot escape because you won't let me.

You say you want High Ideals,
But you won't plumb the depths to root them out;
You hide behind a veil of Authority or Policy,
But never seem to question its inherent flaws;
You love the Scientific Endeavour,
But get coy and squirmish when the table turns;
You like being in control and applying the reins,
But despise the simple Fact that I exist.

And I know you hate me, deep, deep down,
Because I can see your Fear of the Unknown -->
I'm too In-Your-Face; too Noisy; too Opinionated;
Too Considerate and too Kind.
However, I'm also too Cunning to be left behind.

(I'll see you soon, when you finish your Games.
You'd better release me sharpish,
Before the Mob  arrives).

The Twentieth Century War -->
A carillon =>  Calling all fronts to move a pace...
Not to be confused with a Fanciful Past, Nor a Fabulous Future.

There is only one real History
Of the Twentieth Century on Earth,
And that History is embedded too deeply to dislodge.
The Reality as a Collective Mind Evolving
Through Time & Technology & Knowledge & Art.
Forget the externally imposed insider Jokers,
That thinks they can clear collective guilt's,
Or whitewash cultural tragedies,
Or brush aside National Pride,
All for the Love of Mind-F**king society at large.

I might have instinctively specialised in WAR,
But that hasn't been the greatest Bane
Inflicted from further a-field.
The Pseudo-philes and their undue influence
Have spoilt our brethren and relatives;
And the big, glaring signposts to disaster,
From my Point-of-View (as a G'day Man) are:
Economicks, Psychiatry, and Post-Modernism's Political Correctness -->
All ******* Fields, underscored by Fundamental Miss-Information ==>
Globally influential Slave-Trading systems; Imperialers of Free Thought.

Even though I'm not a Religious Man,
All things being Equal ,
I say, "Credit where Credit's due" -->
Like those Institutions or Loathe their Dogma,
At least they get into the guts of Society
And do the best they can as attractors
Of both Good and Bad proto-types - community Gravity Wells -
They, too, tag and release for the greater social benefit.
So, regardless of your P.O.V., have some consideration for Others.

I've been rabbiting on...
What were you going to say...?
Ah, huh...
Interesting...
Is that so...?
Well, I never!
Oh, my!
Really? That's magnificent! Awesome!
You don't say?!?
My apologises --> I spaced out --> You were saying...?


Bonus After-thoughts -->

Your Voice -->
I don't really care what you say,
I just love your Accent!

Fancy...a chat sometime?
No promises -->
If not now...later?

No one has infinite information;
No one can have all knowledge -->
Where would be the fun or innocence?
Where would be the challenge?
The common and esoterick;
The exotick and eclectick;
The chaotick and ecclesiastick;
The sublimely profane -->
Just another in the frame,
Of an all-encompassing MemeBrain!!!

I cannot escape myself -->
This Pantheist permeating continually;
Absorbed and spat out; regurgitated.
Pan - Dead Pan, Pan - Dead Pan;
Switched on, switched off - Binary,
Bound, trapped, Cornered, Corralled!
Enlightened, or so it seems;
Unravelled, piecemeal, at the seams.
Betrayed before my appointed Time -->
This (Woe is...) Man,
This (Boot-a-licious...) Body,
This (Fragmented...) Mind.


Bonus After-thoughts -->

Confusion says...
What the Hell are you going on about?
Your ******* may ease your conscience,
But it doesn't relate to my reality.
Thanks anyway, but keep your beliefs.
I'll live as I see fit. Oh, yes - really!

This Ancient land -
Weathered into submission,
Smoothed flattish over Time -
Has been a harsh Mistress;
Ever eager to display Her patience
In light of a gallant few
Who've tried to tame Her -->
She waits until they feel safe
Then entices Her allies
To wash away the loses,
Before drying Her eyes.

Where are my original poems?
Who has found them, if they're found?
My catharsis - release to unwind,
Frees my conscious mind; unburdened
To recreate anew; again reiterate
The self-same thought patterns
Revolving and breaking upon the shore
Of a seemingly unmoving, barren coast;
Morphing into separate streams
Eager to penetrate and make an impression.


Bonus After-thoughts -->

Is Art, Art
Without an Audience?

I say, "Yes" -->
The creator/author is all that matters.
Should others be pleased or not is beside the point.
Nice, but unnecessary.

While it's certainly true
That you annoy me no end,
I love the fact that you exist
'Cause my mirth may never end.

You think your soft, comfortable life
Will continue forever; Always getting better,
Never losing lustre - You-butte, Brand-spanking New!
It's unfortunate you Brainwash the Under-feet-lings too!

Now what do we get for our peace of mind?
Defenceless society when the Under-dogs bite!
A deep-set idiocy - distracted, but not engaged;
Living batteries for Another's Pleasure and Pain.

Some people have worked **** hard for their security;
Their privileges and indulgences and perks of service.
But these brave souls are few and far between;
More likely quietly, patiently, happily waiting their day
When they can once again enjoy the prestige
Of calling a F**k-wit or rude ***** exactly what they are,
Without the undue fear of a litigious future looming.

No-one is purrfect, but some people never learn
To accept themselves for who they are;
They need only look inside - reflective thinking -
To conclude that those insensitive ****-ostriches
Should just be laughed at until they see the travesty
Of a farcical life worthwhile while it lasts.

G'day Chaps and Chick-a-Deez
This Luna-Tick has Awoken (Again!)
And, this Time round,
Will be somewhat Outspoken.

My confidence is up
And doesn't/cannot be deflated;
I'm neither here or there,
But I am under-rated.

To realise is one thing,
To release too soon another:
While I hate the current system,
It both feeds and protects as my Mother.

So...slowly, slowly...and
Breathe deeply...breath deeply;
Let's not get ahead of ourselves
And spoil the fun of the Masses.

I might be an Adept
At Adopting new strategies,
But my personal Evolution - unscrewing -
Entailed my total undoing - Devolution.

The pressure We face when **** hits the wall
Should at least be balanced when we know the score.
So thank you my friends - the Voiceless believers;
I was never going to forget my countless Leaflets.

In my experience
Many people are reactionary;
Not reflective, let alone revolutionary.
Too enmeshed in a Universe
Revolving around themselves.
They interact and function
And plod along through compunction,
Hardly questioning what they're told;
Rarely considering consequences
Outside their immediacy - self-enclosed.


Bonus After-thoughts -->

I choose...
Therefore I Think,
Thus I'me Free
To bend my Will
******* my Life away
As best I can.

Enjoy your Life -->
It may be the only one you have...or it may not.

I live in the moment;
Running freely, half-cocked;
A poofteenth of an idea
And I'm off with the pixies;
Chasing my tail, trying to nut-out
A niggly-niggardly issue unresolved,
That stumps or annoys the Earth's
Best representatives in a speciality.
Whether I'll end at an adequate
Conclusion is anyone's guess.

Bonus After-thoughts -->

I'm programmed
to generalise for
simplicity's sake.

I'm FREE
I'm FINE
And this FUGGLY-DUCKLING
Could possibly be DIVINE
(OR Delusional - Take your pick).

Some people are stuck in their ways;
Too pig-headed, head-in-the-sand;
Determined to bend the World to their will.
It's frustrating to converse openly;
They'll talk and argue and go red
'Cause their adamant their view is right,
Regardless of the facts on the ground.
Stick-in-the-mud, buried in belief;
Welded and wedded to out-dated faiths
About what it means to live today.