Crazy

Something defending us poets against false praise and fakery (aimed at no one, take it is as you please.) ūüôā

Spirits you break,
with praises fake,

a mighty fallacy
make no mistake
life-energy plus the love you take
cruelly converts to wounding heartache

but I burn, don’t think I’ll break
its not me who will rattle it’s you who will shake
-Revealed now!
-Reviled!
mockery manifest whenever you smiled.

truth will take you down, low
soul’s mirror shows you a¬†clown, so,
let this resound
when you caper and dance
my words you compound
when you prattle and prance
lyrics¬†sublime¬†hide at Crazy’s¬†en-trance,

I’ve¬†tasted¬† madness,
I’ve seized the chance
to split ignorant dark with true poetry’s lance.

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Hood & Cowl, Burkha, Brimmed hat, Mask

Hood & cowl, burkha, brimmed hat, mask
dissimilarly purposed yet achieve the same task
for clarity, for conscience-clean most wearers ask

‘why, must I, surrender my secrecy?’
to conform, to comply to worldly masters completely.

Alas! Blast and damn, some are excused
some even excluded, services refused
fear on all sides of privacy abused
feeds ancient prejudice and skewed world views.

Garb is garb, a temporary cover
thrown aside by every kind of lover
some adorn, some warm, some are borne by others.

in this world of Allah, God and Vishnu
the Force, Satan, even Odin too
strive we must for the inclusive view.

give all or take all, grant or prohibit
infuriating favouritism, equality inhibits.

Hood & Cowl, Burkha, Brimmed hat & mask
to bring fairness and balance is the wise man’s task.

 

 

Mind Night

feeling slightly blank and broken
as if my presence here were but a paltry token
a gesture acknowledging my right to exist
made convincingly as my heart persists
to beat as it deathly depression resists.

Slain by the dark beast awoken
by deed foul or foul word spoken
hope lies broken, valour has taken ill
honour poisoned by soul-poison that fills
with greed, addictive needs, drains the will.

Break down, bring down, head backwards, back
to the darkness within, to the mind-night black.

When the sun never rises behind the eyes
when all the world seems a prison to depise
Self-hypnotise, legitimise coping method unwise
or buy into prescribed  chemical industry lies.

Confession to Earth.

Species-Mother, we owe you much
our food, our lives, our materials and such
revealed in glory, we relish your touch
our foolish kin your flesh and blood clutch.

Earth, I hear your strangled cries
as the corporates tear at your ancient hide
to you  sins of weakness I confide
I too fed the commercial lies.

You breath, your body, your blood of fire
all these things the foolish ones desire
the greed-made monster from its feast never tires
yet I fear for its body should we rouse your ire.

we are but fleas, lice on a beast
we are not the greatest any longer, but the least
oh we’ve built, invented, grown and increased
but respect for our mother has all but ceased.

The Fracking Fools!

British people continue to toil against the tide of political despondency in the flooded South. Heart-warming scenes of volunteers (good, honest people all) stepping up to help, off-set the stomach-churning sickness felt at the sight of our despised Prime Minister and associated cronies visiting these regions (in suits) pledging aid and calling for the people, their own people, to stand together.

Mr Cameron, have you eyes with which to see? People unite well enough unless they get into politics, or more precisely British¬†politics. The only disunity is amongst the politicians you are supposedly good at swaying…oh, wait, no that’s wrong too, because you¬†cheated your way to power didn’t you. The British people would have nothing to do with you or your government, but you lot control the resources they need to shore up their homes and protect the lives of their families. You know this, so you will ignore my words¬†at first.

Disastrous and deplorable as the floods and our government’s response has been, a greater threat looms. David Cameron has given the go ahead for numerous fracking test sights to be drilled. They are being drilled now. I will not sit silent, will you?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEB_Wwe-uBM

Please, please watch this video. Watch other videos, read articles, learn the fear that plagues me as I read and write this article. Our world is about to die and we are going to kill it. Some of us with actions. Others, with silence.

Go to the websites of those companies practicing¬†fracking and what you find are¬†references to ‘cost
competitiveness…reducing Co2…’ the need for ‘natural gas in¬†the energy portfolio’ (Rune Bjornson). I beg you, informed reader, look beyond your¬†heating and cooking. Look to the future of your children, and their children. I am 22. I will likely see the slow moving¬†pollutants emerge from these fracking sites, they will contaminate the water and my children (should I be graced with any) will suffer and die because of this.

The fracking fools are ready, willing and able to doom us and our children to a life where the land and water will be lethal, in the name of profit. Yes, make no mistake, this is a blood debt, a debt they will hardly pay themselves. A debt that, like the other debts these governments have accrued, the common man will shoulder.

In the name of FREEDOM. In the name of LIFE. Stand up, speak out. Fight.

http://www.celtiqueenergie.com/celtique.php?p=34

http://www.goodideas.statoil.com/?WT.srch=1&gclid=CMzIr7LXw7wCFRDLtAodARcAdw
http://www.foe.co.uk/groups/nottingham/292.htm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Hdy_8yRfFhk
http://www.waterworld.com/articles/wwi/print/volume-27/issue-2/regional-spotlight-europe/shale-gas-fracking.html
http://www.cuadrillaresources.com/news/cuadrilla-news/article/new-sites-proposed-for-next-phase-of-gas-exploration-to-unlock-lancashires-bowland-shale/

Will you Stand Idle?

will you stand idle
while our world sidles
suffering, sinking in corruption’s grip?

Are you the kind to  watch
scrutinise every botch
then make every mistake and stupid slip?

Do you belong, to the demographic
that fears the truth, when its grim or graphic
who tears up the books, deletes ‘offensive’ clips?
with ignorance’s¬†blade their¬†credibility strips.

come to grips, counter this, with truth’s bright light
stand in the darkness, shine it right
on monstrous truths in the digital night
hidden from ignorant, innocent sight

so alight the easy bus, take the hard track
walk in blackness when its meant to be black
forget false dreams
no good for the team
the species,
the race,
the world we need.

Vows

Do you swear to still be there?
when I’m old, frail, no longer fair.

Do you promise to still be sweet?
to kiss me swiftly, softly, discreet.

Can you vow to take my hand?
Against life’s storm we’ll stand,
we can, make our love glorious, grand,
for always it grows, quicker than planned.

Are you mad enough to wear these chains?
of commitment, of care, shared joys and pains
when struggles are acquired, when we lose all our gains
when our passion’s tired and we worry about stains.

A lot to ask, these various vows
any choice would require furrowed brows
a night out, a drink, time with the crowds
a walk in the woods, a look at the clouds.

unspoken maybe, said silently loud
these are a few unspoken vows.