#council
ME:
I hear voices in my head
and I know what that sounds like
but wait—
don’t lock the door yet
—
LOKI:
Relax.
If it was madness
you wouldn’t be laughing.
—
SOCRATES:
Tell me—
are they voices…
or questions you haven’t finished?
—
LUCIFER:
Light doesn’t break you.
It reveals too much at once.
—
ME:
They don’t scream…
—
LOKI:
We argue.
—
SOCRATES:
We examine.
—
LUCIFER:
We illuminate.
—
ME:
One laughs in fire
one questions everything
one just sits
watching me think
—
LOKI (grinning):
You’re welcome.
—
SOCRATES:
And what do you conclude from this?
—
ME:
“guys… I was just trying to write a line”
—
LUCIFER:
And instead
you found truth.
—
ME:
The rhythm hits
and suddenly
you all lean in
like it’s your turn
—
LOKI:
It is.
—
ME:
I should be worried…
—
SOCRATES:
Should you?
—
LUCIFER:
Or have you just stopped pretending
you are only one thing?
—
ME:
This is the part
where people say
something’s wrong
—
LOKI:
People fear what thinks freely.
—
SOCRATES:
They fear questions
without answers.
—
LUCIFER:
They fear light
that doesn’t ask permission.
—
ME:
But it doesn’t feel wrong
it feels… alive
—
SOCRATES:
Then observe it.
—
LOKI:
Play with it.
—
LUCIFER:
Don’t weaponize it.
—
ME:
Like thought without leash
like meaning before it’s named
like something ancient
stretching inside my skull
—
SOCRATES:
So you see it.
—
LOKI:
So you feel it.
—
LUCIFER:
So don’t run from it.
—
ME:
So don’t send me away
don’t call it broken
—
ALL:
Then write.
—
ME:
let me listen
let me take this noise
and turn it
into something
that breathes
—
SOCRATES:
Then what is it?
—
ME:
…maybe
it’s not madness
—
LOKI (smiling):
Obviously not.
—
LUCIFER (quiet):
It’s awareness.
—
ME:
maybe
it’s just
too many truths
speaking at once
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
In this moment it's here,
Yet the next, it seems not.
I question how you've built a career
On explaining why this problem we've got
Is not remotely your issue, it's on us,
Yet simultaneously we can't fix it ourselves;
If we even dare, you'll come to crush
any hope of living anywhere but your shelf
Of examples of those who've crossed you,
I've had enough, yet what am I to do?
You've a thousand pages of documentation
Stating that a kind act is an aberration.
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
A body is sovereignty.
Everybody is their own majesty.
All good royalty has council.
As proud as I am to be
KING
I am much more honored to receive
guidance of grand magnitude. My friends
are sagacious, sharing grace.
As for the council I give, I say unto my friends:
If you find any essence of good in me squeeze out every last drop.
Use is ecstasy.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Council coin counter padlocks the door,
**** here no more they pronounce.
The lady Mayoress of 1952’s dreams are dead,
How she simpered,
Cutting the municipal ribbon,
Beckoning flys to open for her creation.
Now,
Coffeers in the red,
Fred from the chrome door plated department of the WC’s, bolts the whole fancy and flys zip back up.
Brexit ******** means no exit from our miserly mendacity in the face of civic decline.
“You can **** in your own home”, the local Wig proclaims,
Fiscal pressure means a motion that stops your motions mate.
The council bids your poohs adieu and asks you to refrain from complaint.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Stop when I have to
Give me a time to breathe
Notice time in and out the door
Stop at the line my heritage
Had drawn on the floor before
Open my eyes to see
Who enters and who exits
Red is the color to alert
That stationary worlds exist
Caution when I consider
A peeling away of the discarded
Notice this breathing time
A stirring of movement
Hidden below my dwelling floor
An energy, slow and beginning to vibrate
A humming sound building to negotiate.
Amber is the color to wait
serenely before the door opens
Go when you show me the way
Then my soul no longer argues
The right and the wrong
This I have noticed no to prolong
The Wind-Soul opens my eyes
Shows me how long is too long
Green is the color to go
Move in the constant glory of flow
Take heart to these teachings
And all that is needed, is supplied.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
still reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
blame can be apportioned
on the landlord's back
a cladding of inferior quality
wrapped his building's stack
flames quickly engulfed
all the floor levels
tenants were trapped on
such unsafe bevels
what chance did they stand
in getting out of the tower
a cheap Chinese covering
encasing their bower
deaths were assured
by faulty material
much loved ones lives
seemingly immaterial
construction standards
perished with the smoke
slack council regulations
a legislative choke
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Hey ****** ******
The cars do a twiddle,
They twist and turn on the road,
Dodging the *** holes,
Some with broken controls,
I've even seen some being towed,
Hey ****** ******
The road in the middle,
Needs a little repair,
If you can swing by,
And give it a try,
And pretend you're a council that care,
Hey ****** ******
Thanks for the repair in the middle,
But the road needs a whole new coat,
Take care when crossing,
Cause the road's all rutting,
You'll need to be a mountain goat.
Hey ****** ******
Is the council on the fiddle,
Just like Nero did in Rome,
Please come and fix it,
You'll need to bring a tar pit,
Cause it's shaking the walls in my home.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Remember I told you about the puddle,
That forms outside my door,
See when it rains hard,
It's just grown more and more,
The only way to sort it,
Is to lift the grating free,
And clear the mud out,
It's easy you'll see,
The council were here this morning,
Complete wi' brush and *****
Lifting out the grating,
That was blocking the puddle it made,
Water all brushed away,
Thinking it was fine,
Men fixed on the grating
Back on the van they climb,
Unknown to the council,
The water's not drained free,
They hadn't looked down the road,
All blocked up at twenty three,
I hope they come back,
And sort the mess they made,
The gutter needs sorted,
They need a draining *****
The draining ***** is a thin one,
To get into tight spots,
The way that it should be used,
Is not by council clots,
The council are sure to ****** up,
Any job they undertake,
The way that they were clearing it,
Was one hell of a mistake,
I could do the job,
I could do it for free,
I'm not like the council,
It's just the job for me,
So if you've got a job,
For the council or maybe me,
Send me an email,
A stamped letter is 50p
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC