Tag Archives: truth

BLOTTED

BLOTTED

the lie spreads
seeps into, flows
across the page

as soon
as pen hits the page
commiting such
magnificent untruth
to screen
and paper

you need
air-tight law
to protect the lie
from truth’s
unholy power

make sure it
feels safe

has the space
required
to enact its alchemy

turning blotted
copybook

ink spilled across
so many fronts
to rivers
     oceans

of blood
      (enough
to paint the world
twice over)


SPRING CLEAN

SPRING CLEAN

wish I was young enough
and close enough geographically
to join you in
your protest encampment

a swatch of colour, a carnival
vibe, foregrounded against
the grey architectural
ersatz imitation of things
Athenian that marks
your alma mater’s
mode of academic being

the joy of community,
diversity
   and alternate, far more
utopian
student perspectives

is not a thing to be tolerated
by a militaristic, utterly confused
and confounded, imperialistic regime
you just so happen
to call home

you are subjecting to a fantastic
targeted spring cleaning

throwing out the old
that you do not need
that all
too painfully
does not fit in

AT ALL COSTS

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.

CATCH UP

CATCH UP

your lies
are going to catch up with you

all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost

returning
with a vengeance
karma
   (that boomerang
principle)

it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
    an empirical fact

switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
     swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
    implausibly

pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness

telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
    monsters steeped
in the secrets of power

havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment

killed so many they
                should be
to you
as children to
a Father
       worshippers
to.a god

no, my friend, my lying friend,

what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you

sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart


AT HOME

AT HOME

and there is Cassandra
talking nonsense again

spelling out the text
of her crazy lunatic visions

the words battering against
our brains like sticks against
a drum

better
   stick with the nonsense
that we know
our friendly nonsense

the nonsense we feel
most comfortable with

that makes us feel
         even as the bombs
and missiles
fall from
the sky

so much at home; so
much at home

DOUBLE-SPEAKERS

DOUBLE-SPEAKERS

double-speakers
   demon-reapers
seem to be trying
to reverse
polarities, change
the direction of the
Earth’s spin
(counter-clockwise just
not doing it
              for them)

Oh, how their lies
have grown and prospered
high towers of
Empire brick and
mortared from
so much
crushed bone

and always
same tune, old words,
old laws
    and prohibitions
jazzed, re-
fashioned to fit
the glitz of
an age

double-speakers
forked-brain thinkers
trouble-
   breeders
in the extreme

you
will be
the death of us

our death
our human
     mutilation

as you
have been,

throughout history
from
    word first
recorded

so many
millions and now
perhaps billions

lives of suffering
to attest to this

JOY

JOY

a god walks the stage
the world in
a state of wonder,
state of fright

loses; forgets
its words

as above
     so below

jets and drones
contest the sky

we are below, suffering watching
unless the god
rescinds his
refusal to elevate us

teaches us that which we need
to scoff at this war
thess wars
   elevated to the stars

the words that turn
a world streaming out
from under that mask

direct from Olympus, words
to drive insane, turn
upside down

flood with intense
laughter and pain

dark understanding
filled with divine joy

so far beneath him
this thing they
will eventually call
history
terrible in its
            truth

  a god walks the stage