September 2011
38 posts
Occupy
There are, at this moment in time, multiple movements across the US and the World to occupy financial districts in major cities in protest. Indeed, Occupy Wall Street has already being going on for about two weeks now, with estimated numbers of occupiers at 300-700, and estimates of people joining the protests daily at up to 5000+ (with estimates set to get higher as more unions take to the...
Blushing
What cosmic sweet nothings are whispered, softly, and lovingly into the ears of the sky to make it blush such a rich magenta as the sun rises and falls? What words of love, or delicate, yet unsuspected kiss does the sun bestow upon her that she should turn such shade? Aye, but a blushing sky is only half as magnificent as the delicate rose hued cheeks of a lady. Her coy smile setting her face in...
Moments Part II - Conversational Time Travel
Time’s knife slices lines of longitude and darkness and light creep around following them and enforcing their rule. The sun and moon but nightwatchmen of Time’s tyrannical rule. Communications across these lines are like conversational time travel. Discovering tomorrow’s occurrences today. Happenings now that occurred tomorrow, yet are happening in someone’s yesterday. ...
Guest Poem - 'Everywhere I Go' by @KnowledgeUS
A guest poem, courtesy of @KnowledgeUS via twitter. Everywhere I Go
Every where I go, can’t find common grounds,
even if i walk one thousand miles.
Everyone I meet has different
Faces, many phases, but still manage to keep two faces.
Looking like a rat in this lab trying to find the cheese in these crazy mazes.
I have been to these places, been o so many locations and still can’t...
I am Forgotten
I am truth and I am forgotten. Cast out for sensationalism and profit. If you look hard enough, you may find me crying at the bottom of page 45, or hidden away in a grainy documentary. I am love and I am forgotten. Replaced by lust and selfish desire. I am still there, but I’m not encouraged. Because sex sells, and I don’t. Because I don’t parade around in my lingerie. I am...
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Free Speech
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'Nice' Weather.
It is quite warm, and, by all meteorological accounts, it is set to steadily get warmer. “Why is that a problem?” I hear you cry with a unity unfortunately lacking in your political aspirations. Well, it’s a problem because unlike you sun-loving, skin cancer chasing, bikini wearing, shorts and flip-flop donning, sunglasses worshipers I abhor hot, sunny weather. While...
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The Scientific Agenda
Science! Oh it’s a wonderful thing is it not? Turning the imaginings of the past into present reality. Who would have thought videophones would actually exist one day, but not just that, they would fit in the palm of your hand, and you could use them without the aid of wires and things…It really is a marvel isn’t it!? Well, yes but, let us not forget that we still have incurable...
The Theory of Relativity V. 2.0 - Love
Bound by laws we pontificate. Scientists day by day try to figure them out. Hypothesis and theory abounds, but, no answer. Religion tries to find the right ones yet, division leads to their questioning. They do not have it right; no answer. Everyday people usually wander aimlessly, bound by the rules but unfussed. But each emerald pasture, or delicate, virgin tundric snowfield. Each rolling...
Just a Ghost
You’re just a ghost. A faded, sepiatone outline of what was, and now isn’t. You’re just a chill down a spine. A prickled hair. A soft, hollow reminder of what used to be. You’re just a ghost. Swimming in the grim ether you try to find your friends. But all you find are artifacts of a life you used to know. You’re just a ghost. Phasing phantasmal through walls that...
Loneliness Sat
Loneliness sat bathing in a pool of his own bitter tears. Surrounded by abandoned jetsam; the pieces of his own heart. They were broken, flaked and caked in dirt and misery. His hollow eyes were disguised by a crystalline film of misery. They sparkled like a diamond ring on a dead man. He tried to speak, but so long had he been without conversation he could only grunt, and nod wistfully. Oh...
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
I like to consider myself quite an objective person. My emotions are not easily stirred by trivial things. Well, that is in most circumstances. You see, as an objective individual I DO get annoyed by the big things, when it comes to morality or politics I have my lines drawn and if you cross them I will argue my point until you’re a jelly like wreck tucked in a corner begging for your...
Starlit Path
Inconsequential crystal flowers shattered at the touch and a dust cloud formed in spectral tonalities; Brownian motion, flitting, fleeting. Gazing, stepping in the abyss on a starlit path to nowhere. Vast planets joined in matrimony, wed by ethereal rings surrounded by icy, rocky crowds; their spectators. A hole erupted in celebration, in unity and singularity All were drawn into his...
Things that Should be Conspiracies, But Aren't.
Let’s not get into a debate about BIG conspiracy theories here. Whether or not Prince Phillip hired Mossad to drive the world trade centre into a magic bullet making JFKs head explode in amazement is not something that shall concern me in this little piece. No, what I want to explore are conspiracy theories that aren’t, but should be. I postulated, via medium of twitter, that wisdom...
Drunken Reflections from Bygone Days
What follows is a piece I am reluctant to share due to its massive exposure of, well, me. It seems a lot of my vulnerability went into these short paragraphs. But I am sharing it, in the hope that it makes some understand me better.
N.B. Since I wrote this, I have stopped drinking.
My Nan was a drunk. I can see why.
Every dim memory of existence fades into insignificance in the presence of grog....
Obvious Enough?
Two jewels twinkle in the window. Their visage a mirage, a thing of beauty with, I’m sure, great tits and an awesome booty! A slender, toned and supple vessel stood a Goddess; Aphrodite, Venus and I can tell you this for free I’d like for her to touch my penis! But her soul the most pure factor of her being - makes my heart thunderous. And I would shake that soul to shit if there were...
My Own Way Home
Am I making my own way home?
Are there signs.
No
No earth.
google
Or ordnance
survey.
Am I making my own way home?
Shanks’
Pony?
My
own
two
feet?
No
car,
No
train,
No
hansom cab?
Am I making my own way home?
On my own?
No sidekick? No companion?
No Watsons...
Your Eyes
Pearly White
With jewelled centre
Through which
Rays of light can enter.
They say
A window to the soul.
I say a cliché, bored and old.
An eye serves but one vital purpose
Ignored by poets rumbling murmurs.
It sees.
You deduce the rest.
Shit Poet's Society
I can’t write.
I have no odes.
No sonnets.
I have no angst,
No ire,
No fucking desire.
Just wasted ink and scrawled pages.
On Rolling Stock
On rolling stock
Sat mirthing rabble.
Chuckling, grinning
Geese; a gaggle.
Cackling witches;
Perms and hairspray
Not a word I think they daren’t say.
Hairdryers, highlights, husbands
Dongs, dirt, desires and dildos. Filthy tarts, their laughter chronic
Have another gin and tonic.
A wry smile becomes this face of mine
When youth get blamed for moral decline.
I
I.
I am.
Am I?
Aye.
I. I before he
Except after the Sea.
The UN and tea?
Sea, UN tea?
I?
Aye.
Love?
How do you describe love
Without using the word love?
What is love?
Mutual vanity.
A hideous chimaera;
A fictional beast
The head end of fear,
The tail end of lust
And the midriff of settling
For what you have got.
A well folded newspaper.
A young man, arising on a bus
Donating his comfort to another.
Carrying someones bag off the train.
Holding a door open.
Saying hello.
Picking up another’s...
It's Dark Out There
It’s dark out there, you know;
The big wide world.
Smiling faces just embraces
Cold but comforting
Like some deathly duvet.
It’s dark out there, you know.
Ice-winds cut through souls like blades
And thick skin counts for nothing.
It’s dark out there, you know.
The sun rises.
But it’s dark out there. You know?
Infatuation Sonnet
The mind plays wicked tricks on barren lonely hearts begetting false tugs on her strings by callous machination. Cupid’s fickle nature held within his fleeting darts to wit, producing nothing but unhealthy infatuation. Dark brown crops sway in the breeze atop of nature’s glory, her rolling hills of turquoise gold invite my meagre touch. Two emeralds lay, ebony lined, and tell a...
Lost for Words
I feel like I should write something. But I am lost for words. The birds have their song, trees rustle, the ocean still crashes with a roar in the distance.. But I am lost for words. It is a shame the universe has no pen. Nor language to communicate. Because I am lost for words. There is a silent echo, where my voice should be. A thunderous nothing, where once was song. For I am lost for words....
Anonymous asked: What country do you live in?
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An Eye for An Eye - The Murder of Troy Davis
Update: Troy Anthony Davis was murdered today, his time of death was 11:08pm Eastern Time.
Update: Troy Davis has been given a temporary reprieve while the supreme court review his case. I have received a tweet of a number you can call. Please do! UncleRUSH Russell Simmons by truthisjoy PLEASE call the Supreme Court NOW and tell them to give Troy Davis a stay of execution: 202-479-3000
Troy...
How Do You Define a 'Dictator'?
As many of you will be aware, there has occurred, live on most of our televisions, in the spring, a massive rise against authoritarian regimes in Middle Eastern territories. Scores of people, organising by any means they can, rising up against dictators who do not have their best interests at heart and looking to set up a new, more humancentric leadership. Many people have been injured,...
The Battle of Earth and Tide.
A masterful painter has, on pale cerulean canvas with pink tinted bands, brushed wisps of pure white. In the corner of this wondrous watercolour clings the form of a dazzling opalescent spectre. His desperate, shimmering tears rebounding off the freeform, glassy surface below. Their angelic ghosts dancing in the darkness. The airborne spectral opal wills the seemingly endless seas ...
Celebrating Celebrity
The amassed crowds screamed and roared with joy as their star had arrived. Their banners and picket signs professed such love that the ambient air was almost filled with pink love-heart shaped butterflies flitting over everyone’s heads. Gathered press let off camera flash after camera flash looking like twinkling stars in a sky of crowded adoration. As the limousine pulled up, the screaming...
Endangered
For http://tigertime.info
An issue that has come up with regards to myself, through twitter, recently has been the plight of tigers worldwide and, indeed, naturally, the plight of many native and non-native species. I am a bit of science geek and, biology just is my bag. Within the scope of biology I have a fond love of the zoological and, within the scope of that, I am a man of the cat. As...
The Arms Trade
You may notice below* a poem for which I, in my preamble, expressed a lot of scorn, despite the fact that I wrote it. This was because I was written very emotionally, and, being the common lad that I am, emotion generally equates to swearing. It is probably the most sweary poem I have ever written, and it’s content is quite graphic. But, I have to say I have changed my opinion of it. The...
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Attractive
When Hans Christian Andersen wrote about the tale of The Emperor’s New Clothes, I don’t think he had the pretentiousness of the modern fashion industry in mind. But it does bear a striking similarity. For those who don’t know, The Emperor’s New Clothes goes thus; a vain emperor who loves nothing more than fashion and changing clothes (You thanks to mass marketing,...
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Memories
How would you like to be remembered when you’re gone? Yeah, O.K., now once you’re done spitting tea/coffee/food over your monitor in a fit of existential panic can you get around to the question at hand. How would you like to be remembered when you’re gone? If you’re made to think about that question I can guarantee you ego will kick in, at least in most people, and come...
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FIRST POST!
To start my tumblr with such a ridiculous asinine internet phenomenon as ‘first post!’ is I think one of the crowning glories of my last two years on this Earth. That should thus give you some idea as to how well the last two years on this Earth have treated me and, possibly quite why the same words I can twist into beauteous forms can also be turned caustic and ugly by me at times. ...
