You Of This Dreamt Realm

 

though this dreamt earth seems a dark realm
our sun is its lens
camouflaged spaceships might mimic scintillating stars
so what of disclosure from our controllers..

but you are so much more than this
the fractal ocean projecting spirit
though you awe the array of luminaries
you are awareness..

prison planet or tough-love bootcamp test
quarantined time-out
divine gift/ recycled cruel punishment
or something else..

neither water carriers of our sun
nor planters of our so-called moon
have ever pledged allegiance to any earthly government..

gaze inward to outwardly connect
discover the higher aspects of yourself
do not hanker for paltry unredacted documents..

release yourself and reveal
your lit upon light pouring pure
you of this dreamt realm a truth truly real
so open your treasure and glisten...

As My Fact-Checked Marbled Eyes Marvel At The Jade Sky And The Sapphire Sun

 
no
    i see no invisble chains
ensconced in my teevee chair 
benign is the absorbing glare i remain gorging on like a honey bear
i see no reason to look behind or around me
   enwrapped i blink in synchrony..

i am so self-aware as my mind phases and locks
with the baptising-ing-ing-ing-ing scrying neon black
mirror
         the sky throbs green as the sun blazes blue
               the bbc fact-checks keep me sure-footed
               in tune
         emblazoned i zing gently subdued
reflecting on the absolute truth
though
        with concern i ask
                 how about you..

my blood vessels thicken
squeezing the fizzing clotting sangria
time then for some more safe and effective treatment 
     i am a believer
for long ago i vanished into this screen
i love zelenski and his azov battalion goodnazis
   now
      how about you..

i love his azov battalion goodnazis
and so mesmerised by high street bookshop displays
and mainstream documentaries
i dutifully support all causes promoted by one-eyed celebrities
they know almost everything there is to know
     but more importantly they really care..

and i believe plane wings can melt like margarine through buildings
       with wings in tact like tomahawk missiles through steel and concrete 
           for i believe in magical physics and not alternative facts
i gain strength from good migraines
   i trust fake science..

i have no need for my stuttering spirit
there is no stripe for it
   safely fragmented
        i need never again self-identify with my spirit or my soul
or even my mind
             all metaphysical superstition all mumbo jumbo
and now it is time again for another safe and effective treatment
and no
         why should i care as to why big pharma has been indemnified
              i am a regular fries kind of guy..

my mainstream friends are my friends
i comprehend i comprehend..
materiality is all that should thrive
      and
            as i have already implied
                    the spirit and soul is not real
                    and should not be recognised 
                        neither are celebrated as identified life
my mind still does its thing once in a while..

and no
as i never do or think anything wrong
i need not hanker for pre-emptive privacy
human beings cause climate change
so some will need to be eliminated
well that is what it means to be informed
      oh do you see 
            no
               oh i see..

oh look is that the time
            time for some more safe and effective treatment again
yes i feel fine yes i feel fine
no
     i have no care for why pharma restaurateurs have been indemnified
         you have asked me that once already
              why not ask them if you are so exercised..

bad for growing organic food though it may be
for democracy let us drop some more depleted uranium
     cancer for freedom
         our government should use this for it is a pithy slogan
we must not anthropomorphise our enemies..

no
    we must not anthropomorphise our enemies
      that is both sentimental and dangerous 
      to crack an egg
         is to spit and roast a living thing
over there living things are only things
          and there are far too many of them
                  over there i mean..
.
as the strobed blinking rays lubricate
the wash bathes over me like draping warm static nylon
and i again gaze out the window
the sky throbs deeper green as the sun blazes deeper blue
another mainstream fact-check cues me
i listen i digest i assimilate
so certain about everything
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
so
   i am compelled to ask again 
       how about you..

i gyrate and pulsate to the given rage
i am gently and tenderly compartmentalised and rearranged
i feel cleansed and caramelised with suitable loves and hates
i repeat debating points verbatim 
though not before i expend deep
               exhaustive focused critical thought
                            for entire zen seconds..

and even when they flip over preceding narratives now reposed
i remain disposed never caught on the ropes
never chastened
that is why i am not an idiot
i comprehend i comprehend..
notch me tender 
oh look
   now time again for the safe and effective treatment..
     how about you
no..
     ....i worry about you..

i wonder
    and i worry about what you think you see when you gaze out the window
do you see the turquoise sky neath the azure sun
      the perfect oblong clouds
           the scampering swans
my eyes have been mainstream fact-checked
my perceptions therefore cannot be wrong
     what about yours..

do you feel energised by the electromagnetic frequencies
blessing our towns and our cities
attracting and interacting smartly with our electrical being
do you sense your dormant pathways opening
    the tingling oh the tingling
do you also feel so precious and protected
perhaps you are not at my level yet
so plug yourself into the networks and you will get there
you will realise it is all for the best..

the jade sky the sapphire sun
i feel so at one marvelling with it all
though i see that you are too far gone..

you can keep your spirit and soul
     have fun..

Great Explorers Of The Twenty-First Century

 

and as always
with the music
it begins..

so press play for flares of emanation
and vicariously live a lyric about a dangerous woman
for this mundane grande arena such a very apt song
so impressed are the responsible adults
slivering jangled
kidult beings near-distantly handled
they whoop and holler like pre-pubescent fans
gorging like gonged slaves before the timed amplified bangs trigger them..

the cross-legged little ones turn around
confronted and confused
when something like a whirling apparition slides into their view
and while the ufo slowly spins and momentarily hovers
down the aisle spitting out from the feathered dripping scarlet orb
beady snake eyes disgorge before them thoughts
and more thoughts hidden within thoughts..

backmasking the cracked looking-glass the reveal
it stands and turns into a huge and spiralling blonde-wigged man-being
and as oracles arise and rise
from the obsidian realm they sing
education education education..
and what are some of their favourite things..

oh yes the teachers are there
why are you asking
what a strange question
yes rest assured yes the teachers are there..

sealed inside a figure-hugging plastic pink dress and dangling bling earrings
he leans down and hugs a couple of the trapped infants
and as he looks the headmaster right in the eye
he licks the microphone lasciviously..

for this is his safe-space
the school hall his dancefloor
should we have it any other way
is this enlightener not entitled to be adored..

now stood in front of them all
he bends down over a chair
plays with that false hair thing
places a hush finger to lipsticked lips
flutters venus flytrap eyelashes
downhill it inexorably cruises smoothly from there..

some little ones search for rescue
stare up at the teachers standing on the side-lines
fearful and bewildered
almost as much as the teachers
teachers who affect passive half-melted faces
off into the farthest distances they stare
most dare not say anything
as the stone drips dry over their eyes
they have rent to pay
to pay with their souls but whose lives..

while she records the scene with her camera
one of the dinner ladies has a hand half-covering her face
her hand is visibly shaking
a student teacher also records with her camera
all the while she is gently swaying lip-syncing and smiling..

recently introduced almost everywhere in the civilised west
and scheduled to be a core part of the curriculum in every benighted place else
witness the roll out of this amazing scholastic magic carpet ride
brought to you by the most mysterious of magi
so far many parents seem to think it is all right
that must be true
for why else is their silence worn so lightly..

now up for grabs
as all the serried innocents are made to sit on all the parquet floors
as the strangest professors are now invited to gyrate before them
so what did your child do at skool today
a strange man played with us
made us dance
and while the teachers watched
he showed us some funny things with dolls..
and..and..
then we were made to play pretend..

so in other unsaid wordz
yer on yer own kidz
for we must all celebrate all of this
this is central to the rules-based order
so fly those rags proudly outside primary skools
and outside kreshiz before long eh..

and if you express any concerns
you will be deemed a wrong-thinker
and a hater too
and you would not want that
it could affect your credit score
and some people might tell on you..

you must allow the experts to educate the little ones early
the experts being alive to certain potentialities
potentialities of their nascent multiple identities and fluidities
so let us boldly and loudly celebrate kidz sexuality
for therein lies a delightful kaleidoscopic world of developmental possibilities..

possibilities that we should empower them to be and do
by statute let us decree kidz the right to celebrate themselves intimately
immediately
we shall presume with your full agreement too..

and parents who wish to protect so-called innocence
we shall declare them as abusers
for if they do not recognise such rightful needs of the sensual child
the defenceless infants will be made wards of the state
they need to be saved
too early is never too late..

misunderstood as predators we shall designate as empowerers
and positive influencers
and educators
and..
explorers and celebrators
yes explorers and celebrators..

so citizens of brics-plus countries watch out
you are next
we will slay all your resistance
your progeny will also be similarly safe-spaced
wrapped up with our colours and stripes
we will start the roll out in your universities
those are always the most welcoming of places..

your traditional ways will also be smeared and speared
our crumbling empires have not yet disappeared
they have just changed strategies and tactics
the hidden hand remains the same
and..
as has always been the way
we will have the last say
this realm is ours until hit with the solar flash
and somehow and some way
even after that
we will be back..

Dear Reader..

After uploading poem 600+, I thought I would share a few thoughts with you.

Again many thanks to all of you who have followed my writings over the years. To say that I am genuinely appreciative is more than an understatement. I feel truly humbled. In this day and age where we are subject to thousands of distractions and choices, then, for many thousands of you to decide to dedicate some of your precious time to visit and revisit this site, again and again, is absolutely magic. For you to then share your favourite poems from here with others..What can I say to that?

This site is now receiving at least many hundreds of unique vists daily; and monthly it is now in the thousands. This is actually quite encouraging for a poetry site that has grown organically, only by word of mouth, so to speak,and a site assiduously ignored, or even shadow-banned, by the mainstream. It has been a long haul, but so worth it.. And some of the folks that follow this site, religiously, seem to viscerally, not at all enjoy my writings. Yet, here they are, still following and consuming, making sure they don't mis a post...Odd, isn't it? For this reason, unfortuntely, the comments are still disabled. Although vituperative feedback, as always, can be directed to me persoanlly and privately, via email.

Many, many of you over the years have sent me messages not only of support, but thanks. And all are humbly noted. Your feedback, letting me know that reading these poems often help you feel less alone and isolated, and help confirm what you already know - that you are not going mad - also provide me with sustenance to continue curating my favourite headache!. And, yes, Truth is still something to search for and believe in. The fact that some of my humorous poems also provide you with many laughs along the way, well, that is more than just a bonus. We can still travel lightly, buoyantly. Again, many thanks.

I would also like to acknowledge here my gratitude for the quiet support and interest, from certain other people and places, nodes and constellations. Yes, I feel it..

Remember, it is darkest before the dawn. Well, let's hope that the dawn arrives soon. So, let us stay higher-minded. Your light is within you. No-one can take it from you. So, remain strong, friends.

I pledge, and promise, to carry on with the serious comedy..

Your humble poet,
Suki

God, Save Bored King Charles And Perhaps Save Yourself

a lip-reader claimed
king charles muttered this is boring
during the exciting and breathless build up to his coronation..

you see there was a very terrible unexpected short delay
so he had to endure an entire few minutes of wait
an. entire. few. minutes. of. wait.
while stationed outside the abbey
and all while trapped inside his diamond jubilee state coach
gazing out his window he observed oh-so-wearily 
this is boring..

so let it be written
trapped inside his unbearably lukewarm diamond jubilee state coach 
probably without air conditioning
he proclaimed
this is boring..

even while wearing silk gloves
the gold leaf filigree must have felt unforgivably tepid to the touch
imagine the embarrassment if even only one of his fingers caught finger-flu
think about how majesty magazine would have had to brush over all that..

so he languished there
inside his diamond jubilee state coach
for a few unearthly minutes
poor multi-trillionaire servant of the people king charles
is this the way to treat this top mason self-appointed defender of all faiths..

and how jangled would you feel if you had to handle such boredom
and all while trapped inside your diamond jubilee state coach
and for whole entire minutes
probably without air conditioning
or acces to netflix
or pornhub
or playful kittens on youtube
probably with no wi-fi inside
perhaps no airbags either
i would probably die of desperate ennui 
what about you..

so shame on us
shame on all of us
we must hang our heads low in shame
think of the empire
think also of the b-list celebrities
the selfless bee-list celebrities
who showed more patience than waxworks inside the abbey
all because of the unnecessary few minutes of delay
what would jesus say
not that he would be invited on that holiest of royal days..

dear bored king charles
please know
many of us felt your this is boring pain that day
but how we were all thrilled
thrilled and excited and enthralled and humbled and et cetera..
while watching the endless weeks of round-the-clock royalist propaganda news
in the run up to your corona-tion..

and on that marvellous day
how we patriotically waved our plastic made in china flags
while joyfully offering theological instruction to god
man woman child cat dog all
we all sobbed god save the king..

and dear god if you are listening to us now
for godsake god
save the king..

god
are you listening
save the king from everything
but especially from ever having to suffer unmitigated boredom again
for entire whole minutes
ideally fewer than two
really this is the least you could do
we really do not want to ever have to ask you again
so god save the king from everything
including but not limited to
being bored for an entire few unbroken minutes..

on the plus side
you do not need to ever save anyone else in creation from anything
anyone ever from anything
from mild death to serious boredom
so god please be reasonable
save the king
everyone else in the entire universe
you can throw in the karmic recycling bin
what a bargain
you see we are always reasonable
so god you should be too
now get on with it
you may thank us later
for god if you save the king
our king who is your king might save you..

I Pledge Correctly (Hark! The Transhumanist Anthem)

and as i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..

i pledge allegiance to our depleted uranium weapons exporters
i pledge allegiance to collateral damage bloodsport though not plastic bags and straws
i pledge allegiance to state propagadists flexing their pecs
i pledge allegiance to fellow brainwashed pets and our loving vets..

i pledge allegiance to mainstream scripted-head pissants
i pledge allegiance to the late prince phil reincarnating as a human-destroying virus
i pledge allegiance to our soul-grinding altruistic entertainers
i pledge allegiance to our big pharma benefactors and who syringes..

i pledge allegiance to the civilising rules-based order
i pledge allegiance to all the stenographers without borders
i pledge allegiance to all the right-thinking informers and sensors and gaslighters
i pledge allegiance to the military-mafia complex gangsters protecting ourselves from us..

i pledge to consume all the steroids and syrups and injectibles in our food
i pledge to flouridating and calcifying my pineal gland too
i pledge to believe the tricksters and all their false flags and hoaxes
i pledge to be a fully-integrated smart city appliance for my overlord stakeholders..

i pledge to be chipped and to be a gladly integrated servant of the a-eye
i pledge to be its total-footaball zombie to be kicked around and enjoyed
i pledge to not be concerned as endless coincidences roll out in incremental stages
i pledge that my very transhumanist being can be copyrighted refreshed and erased..

and so i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..
and the a-eye..

Compress

 

on the backwards march
through backwards-time drags me
flash-frozen memories
they rise as phantoms melt
their liminal loop-de-loop immortality
with supernatural vitality reanimate..

with the backwards-time serried
with searing flasback threads
the morphing character studies
this stray dog tracks the haunting ghosts
as i tend the weeds so gently
my presence ripples afterimages gazing..

on flooding floors i march
i feel for triggers and tripwires
camouflaged somewhere in the marshes
reminiscences of imagined belonging
bathed by shards of light and warmth
against the pounding darkness
a play of sharp relief..

Senseless Sensibility

 
i hate your writings
i hate your host
i hate your readers
i hate your photos
i hate your mind
i hate your kind
you have violated my very own personal community guidelines..

i randomly flag up your scribblings just for fun
i will spam your platform moderators until they finally succumb
i shall crater you invisible so justifiable are my concerns
you make my much fine-tuned mind boil and burn..

who on earth do you think you are
i am monitoring you covertly from near and afar
you have no idea what i can do to you
i have friends in high places unlike guess who..

i wish to slay your very so-so artistic muse
i dream of squirting your eyes shut with industrial glue
if that sounds a tad extreme you have pushed me to this
your sensibilities so vex me why are you attacking all my feelings..

so i have nothing more to share with you
except your views utterly disgust me through and through
and though i have stated this to you many times before
next week and next month and next year i shall missive you some more
for civilised liberal society needs saving from crazies like you
and please do not dare reply me
though being the selfish scumbag you are you never do..

oh
and by the way and before i sign off
please know that i am absolutely sure no-one reads your multi-talentless guff
you are seriously deluded if you think you will ever be recognised
wow my god how entitled you are
you seriously
seriously 
seriously
should get a life..

Roadside Attraction

 
roadside attraction
a snowy windmill of propelling fists
thud their one-two and one-one hammers
down on stoic industrial shatter-proof plastic..

ten or so seconds later
though he side-swipes himself in the process
he successfullly splits open a panel of the bus shelter
a cartoon crack ripples down the screen
and quite astonished he looks at his achievement
he roars with laughter..

he shouts i did this
he waves and invites passers-by
look at that
i mean seriously..
look at that..meticulous..meticulous execution
admire the detail please..please..

then he picks up his bottle of vodka
and as he quaffs a few more heroic gulps
he stumbles backward onto the road
raises his finger and closes an eye
he gains a wider artistic perspective on his creation
yes..yes..indeed..i have to say..

a car honks
he bows down and shouts i thank you i thank you
no after you..
please no after you..
and the inebriated traffic warden with a generous sweep of the arm
waves the traffic on
cars tentatively curve
some have their hazard lights on..

then he twirls and tumbles back to the bus shelter
after he notices a full-framed ad displayed inside its side panel
a model smokes her enigmatic mona lisa-like smile
while she holds up a bottle of perfume..

he leans down in an attempt to sniff 
his nose presses right up against the fake glass screen
ah that is lovely
that is truly delightful young lady
you smell so sophisticated
you smell of..france..proper france..
your neck your wrists..all of them
smell of france..
i get nutmeg
and is that a cheeky hint of..tartaria..

no matter
you smell of..france..and paris
you are as cute as a dolphin
you are as cute as a..
a dolphin..in the rain..

oh..is it raining..never realised it is raining
oh thanks for letting me..
you are such a darling..

so i must bid you farewell young lady..
needs must
you know how it is
but do not cry my lovely
you know i have to go
you know i will never cheat on you my dear..

and as he blows her a kiss
he presses his right hand over his heart
as god is my witness..

and with that and on his way
the limpid saturday dawn wavers
all aswirly inside his merry-go-round
and all while somewhere up there
somewhere over that rainbow
the airy smiling baudelaire somersaults..

Nice Weather For Judges

hyper vigilant
racing adrenalline freezes and folds
utterly exhausting..

numbed
self preservation
safe within the isolating climate..

dilated eyes
cortisol
tremors..no restful sleep..

a world of hurt with its many burning moons
memory gaps and flashes
distorted timeline..from far away back when..

nightmares live the dream
regenerate reincarnate
recapitulate and overlay all the action replays..

the medications
boil to a simmer
the strain lessens..for a while..

then back with a bang the silent shame choir
the secrets kept
the kindness of the blanketed slashed canvas..

her final act
also one of self preservation
the last way..

it was then to the earthly judges
for their post-match proclamations
holding forth under the glinting glorious sunshine shade..

Strange Familiars

 

now over two years on
and all by himself in the car
still he wears that mask..

feeding the ducks in the park
even though she is all by herself
still she wears that mask..

and sat in the nearby outside cafe
two members of a family
still vape those graphene masks..

their baby and dog stare up bewildered and confused
but to the two masked familiar strangers who peek-a-boo
the baby and dog seem to be cognitively challenged..

gently as the trees sway
and rustle a rattlesnake conversation with falling hourglass sand
a barefaced golf player panicked breathes from his asthma inhaler
as he traipses searching for his dropped mask-exemption badge..

Two Conscripts

 

though he knew his comrade had fallen
he continued to wrap bandages around his head
though he knew his comrade had fallen..