Fah - Hello Poetry

Fah Oct 2013

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sometimes i like to imagine us :

sitting on the dark side of the moon concocting whisky drinks
and sending smoke signals to all the other wondering fools lost in spaces not so void-less nights
you are probably wearing all manner of dream catching instruments
and maybe for a short while i'll just be a flower

and then we just lie about , intertwined , watching the stars fall agape from the heavens and greet us with sprinkles of kisses
until we laugh so much the moon gets up and shouts

"that's enough guys ! i'm trying to nap!"

Fah Oct 2013

a little piece on trash ( a small tirade on the uselessness of folk who won't use their minds)

Where the media bows to senseless trash
the rest of us are still dropping it.

trash i mean.

stop it.

it's stupid.

Earth mama is kind, we've taken so much for granted and it's not even fair -
she did nothing but love you
and you are still dropping trash.

stop it, man!
Pick it up....
compost it , turn it into energy , do something worthwhile - at LEAST throw it in the bin!
holy smokes!

Where the media bows to trash
our brains turn to stinking piles of rotting brain flesh
and our imagination boils up in vast vats of vapid apathy
unless...
is that Marc Jacobs?

**** that.
Here's my market dress and market shoes
here is my charity shop cashmere and wool coats
here is my gifted trousers from a friend cleaning out her closet

and i still look classier than the half of you -

so please, if you could be so kind..

stop dropping trash.

The seas are full of plastic bags,
and the skies are full of the particles that used to be plastic bags,

burnt,
because it's cheaper to send the ******* some place else then learn that there is no cure

there is PREVENTION

INTERVENTION

STOP PRODUCING ******* TRASH

there we go... now no one will have to drop it.

ok?

****. Is it that hard?

-.-

is it just me who is getting kinda fed up ?

Fah Oct 2013

13

brilliant blue luminescence
visionary excellence
humble sensi bow

healing myriad of energy geometric patterns
on third eye

visions.

Fah Oct 2013

#45

Well , i may as well use the powers i've gained through hard lessons

Healing myself is now applicable.

Nice one , universe, did you see this coming?

Did you see this ....God?
I guess you did ,

hmmm.

Makes me think how do we look , us humans ...from an outer planetary perspective -

Looking for peace of mind , made me realize that it was never not there.

just obscured by a slowly clearing fog now ..

i can smell the fresh dawns

this time .

something tells me good adventures and plain sailing is on horizons dip point,

i ain't gunna say no baby!

hoist the sails, we sail on till dawn -

smog clearing from my mind :)

Fah Oct 2013

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water ways lie empty
tidal flows no longer reach the shore

masked banter
halo repercussions

misinterpreted signals
but nothing is out of line

so yang flows to ying and the water filled up dried creeks

this is the way

and has been
still remembering

careering towards ultimate destinations

ultimatums lain low in the soil
sprout anew
in the endless movement of life cycle

Fah Oct 2013

Intimate warfare - Breakdown.

Only once you reach new frontiers
does the human mind decide they want to expand a little more
there is only
one

one love

one peace

one number that counts

when it comes to crunch time and you are lost in the dark where else can you turn to but you?

when there is government corruption and manipulaton of information

and there is no such thing as a truthful lie

expect

the worst they say , but come, one is not the number i'm talking about

i'm talking about 0.

the halo , the magicians secret .

add a 0 to any number and suddenly, it's worth a heck of a lot more.

And my dear friends, fellow poets ...weaver of words....minstrels of sound , technicians of language - there is one very , very , very , very subtle thing that i reckon... we know better than any legislation paper or cop with gun to head or bomb dropped or whatever warfare you want to call this

is , the ideas in our poems are not always our own,

unknowingly... or to some perhaps knowingly we have connected each other to each other

string theory using words as dimensions.

Fah Oct 2013

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i know , westward flies the raven - there is not much between , the veils of illusions seductive dance and the nature of natures embrace , perpetual , wild and free.