By Flickering Candle Flame

 

and lo the philistines cancel culture
and the misandrists cancel men
there the mockingbird media attacks critical thinking
their wink-winkers sync one-eye-hallelujahs with knee-bends..

and where songwriters fling anti-materialism trinkets
sponsored by a car a beer a shoe-cum-dildo device
right there ventriloquists cancel untruth
the way vice presidents cancel vice..

we are the world of inversion and obfuscation
where language is the tourniquet applied to constrict the higher mind
a woven underworld unrolls where the upside-down unfolds inside-out
no wonder some of the planetary infantry ponder on the eternal lies..

so the philistines cancelled so-called culture
and look how those loving locusts cancelled famine war and disease
how many times have they proclaimed their done-deals with the devil
ever wondered why tricksters raison d’etre is so generously revealed ..

we are the world of pre-loaded gulags plying piss artists their planet casino
of fakepeares scribing  memoirs for stellar bio-hazard neros
we are the world where pornography is the meta-machinery of romance
where destroyers cradle their burned offerings and consume terrified infants..

we are the world of scamfluencers effluent affluence
their jagged rocks wrapped in ermine beckoning you come hither
the welling agents mist-up history directed vetted splintered vivid
yet by flickering candle flame so still truth-seekers trace the hidden hieroglyphs..

What Within Beyond

that distance reversed behold what lies beyond
fathomless as the vanishing form
alpha omega alpha omega
tomorrow of long ago off/on and gone
all the inkless fables..

how distance-made moments so vast connect
points of light moldavite weave woven threads
time in all its ravenous radiance spiralling
and the streams rivers and oceans magnetise
to exit space falling away to echo..

some noughts mean much more than nothing
and in our galaxy we inhabit this mere speck
what lies beyond our space the farthest sky to know
here we might perceive or innately sense..

here we might perceive or innately sense
what lies beyond our space the farthest sky to know
and in our galaxy we inhabit this mere speck
some noughts mean much more than nothing..

to exit space falling away to echo
and the streams rivers and oceans magnetise
time in all its ravenous radiance spiralling
points of night moldavite weave woven threads
how distance-made moments so vast connect..

all the inkless fables
tomorrow of long ago off/on and gone
alpha omega alpha omega
fathomless as the vanishing form
that distance traversed behold what lies beyond..

Rise In Love

why do we fall in love
rather than rise in love..

even poets always fall in love
rather than rise in love
this is a mystery..

i would say we fall in hate
but we rise in love..

we rise in love together
and sometimes we rise in love so alone
on a different direction a path a calling another mooring
sometimes almost driven mad with loneliness
riddled with self-doubt or sorrow
yet especially here in love we rise..

when a love is lost and out of reach forever
even as we tumble and fall almost drowning
swim up to the rippling light
we rise in love
a spark of the divine remains within
that can never be taken
and like a candle flame rekindled
we rise in love..

as you stare up at the night sky
know the stars and moon also need a friend
embrace the light of the luminous night
we only fall in hate
but we rise in love
the optics the night offers you
may also prove invaluable
and can also be your trusted confidante and friend..

unless we have fallen in hate or bitterness
even after a love has gonewe remain risen in love
for every kind of love leaves its mark
memories are the living legacy
not to imprison but for reflection
for afterwards we are never quite the same again
even as we tumble and fall in the heartbreak
we can stay risen in love
its touchstone its true meaning..

reeling feeling that searing sense of loss
even for a love never experienced
memories never made
the empty chambers of your heart
nurturing the present absence
but love can never be pursued or grasped
and can never be owned
so let go and be kind to yourself
your heart revived..

tumbling and falling
fall forward
reach out
fall forward and you will rise in love stronger
and heal..

we only fall in hate
but we rise in love..

we fall in hate
but we rise in love
give yourself a chance
allow that flame of the divine inside its dance
fall forward and heal
and rise in love
rise in love..

Man-Menagerie Haiku

not a pangolin
the elephant in the room -
lab of the bat man..