censorship – Page 3 – poems 2 die for

SUPPRESS

SUPPRESS Suppress all those voices we do not want cannot bear anything that is rational, empirical, logical, poetical grounded in the real life critical context of struggling human beings take away those songs and stories that ask us, plead with us, implore us to, insist that we take an altered perspective, see the world differently listen to what the other side has to say God forbid! Leave us to our solid faiths, our complete beliefs which we are determined to persuade you of fair or foul whatever it takes human beings are meant to believe not to think are meant to follow not to lead meant to serve be no ways be free be gaslit to think there’s is the best of lives than can possibly be summit of our cynicism sublime stupendous hypocrisy.

NOT THAT I AM SAYING

my poem
is behind this wall

covered in fog, behind
a veil,

written
in an impenetrable code

guarded and gatekept
against each
and every
accusation
of inhumanity

readers who are likely to
misread, misunderstand, come
to a wrong conclusion

must take care to
check the red sniper dot
bouncing around their head

not that I am saying
or would want you to infer
that I have scoped you
out
from pride
of place and indeed have
you diabolically targeted

SIDELINED

SIDELINED

trying to sideline us
even beyond the margins

trying to close us down
crimp this space
so we can’t
say
anything
to each other

conflating what we
have here
what we here explore,
revise, deconstruct, analyze,
extend,

with what machine-handle
wood block slogans
you are ratcheting up
in that
pre-industrial cogs and
wheels
machine you exaggerate
in the history
of philosophy
and psychology
that you call a brain

bringing us down
to your level

level not just flat, one
dimensional

but steamrollered until
the molecules that
bind
hold-together
cannot give any more

AI generated poem on the theme of Censorship in the style of William Shakespeare

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption

which it would be
mortal sin

for you
not to believe

and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror

to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be

for your disinformation
this is it
exactly,

everything to
be
blind to

all we
in our souls
are commanded to see

LITTLE LIZARD

LITTLE LIZARD

“The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we’re not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry.” Ray Bradbury, A Sound of Thunder

I am a little lizard
in a time of final, feral dinosaurs

they shut down the children’s library Mr Bradbury,
where I first read you

i think that they imagine
if they lock the doors
they burn ideas

children it seems
do not need, should
not have
their minds expanded

no sublime terrors to
enrich the joy and horror
of their being

if I ask them regarding
the evolution of mind,
the fulfilling of the species

they tell me

this is not my place
this is not the time

bite
and swallow

there is no legend of a carnivore
greater than the nation

and my dead end is
a supreme blessing

to those who dictate
the terms of all illiterate life.

BAMBINO

“Vivam!” Ovid,
“Metamorphoses”

so, bambino,
you wish to discover
life’s dark secrets
cannot wait until
you mature enough
to mesh in perfectly
with the official orthodox sanctioned
screwed up version

and so
your childhood has been ruined
by sudden advent of
erotic imagination

in my writerly stupidity me
thinking any
imagination in this
corporate dystopia
got to be good

and that
now your English way
better than ever my
French, or indeed
my surreal Latin

now you
the new Henry Miller
on your
way to next
Shakespeare