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=Dawn Raids
A sudden crash awakens the night
The stomping of thundering boots only to serve to heighten fears
Little spot lights are darting across the room
Half naked man bewildered and angry
His castle has been violated by a wall of blue invaders
His is pinned to his bed with a truncheon at his throat
The hysterical women is pleading for mercy
Unaware of their crimes
A singular figure upright and self-righteous
In a authoritative voice demands for their passport
“Are you married to this woman?”
“Are you a permanent resident?”
These are the questions being asked by other invaders
If this sounds eerily familiar, you would be wrong
New Zealand in the 60s, one of her proudest moments
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the pacific
Inviting her brown cousin to part-take in her fortune
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guest
Labelled over-stayers by her gracious guest
With the blessing of the populace white
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events
In this land of milk and honey covered in sheep dip
It is good to remember in case we forget and repeat.
Lest we Forget=
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=Ode to Sir Paul Reeves
What a magnificent servant you were
Serving God
And serving Man in plight
Nothing but your quite demeanour
To disarm the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike
You served the Church
You served the public
You live to serve and thought nothing of it
Now your bright spark has vanquished
And only a memory of you remain
Recalling what you have done
Have destined you for fame
We who remain are lessened by your absence
Salute you and your deeds
That we take heed of your lessons
So farewell dear friend and think of us fondly
As you reside in your heavenly abode
While we below find something to fill the hole.=
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Imagery
Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.
I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like
As my awareness came into the light
Those paintings seemed more of an illusion
Those still waters lurked beneath the undercurrent of intense emotions
The imagery of the flowing willow tree disguised the screams of discord
Beaming down of ray of hope
Pushing the truth to a miniscule unnoticeable shadow.
I aspire to become content but cemented in reality.
Those emotions that use to overwhelm me are forced in to the light of truth
My writing is to chronicle my journey of discovery
Its ink is truth where denial is omitted from the page.
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We live in a constant state of confusion
‘Men are from Mars’ more like from Pluto, when it comes to understanding women.
We are relegated to a planet no longer in our own solar system that’s how far our understanding of women has progressed “not bloody far”.
Our little minds are bombarded by rhetoric of past mistreatment of women.
When it comes to women we are as clueless like our cave dwelling brothers of the past.
A female period last a brief time in their adolescent lives, a man’s period manifest once we our lives are intertwined with women and it last a very long time, it is like being kicked in the groin but that pain last forever.
Why isn’t logic and commonsense able to punch a hole in the mysterious vale that is women?
We have too many questions but not enough answers.
Every time we try and understand women we come out of it more confused then we went in.
Our search for answers leaves us doubting our own sanity, intelligence and at times our virility.
This is not intended to berate women kind or find ways to subjugate women under men’s oppressive will, but to better understand our counterparts and not constantly feel like my man parts have been ripped out and serve to me on a platter.
The confusion is a pandemic amongst men, like zombies walking aimlessly without a bloody clue, and reacting only on instinct without plan or purpose.
So what do we do?
Do we build space ships and get the hell out of dodge, I like communing with my fellow man but as a heterosexual my communing extends so far.
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The air is being sucked out of my lungs
My head is bombarded by a thousand shards of
glass
There is no refuge to rest my weary bones
The angst of my supposedly beloved is fuelling my
anxiety
In my mind my only rest exist underneath the
ground
I have become Hamlet in this tragic tale
Goodness is just an illusion, a hallmark apparition
Selflessness is really selfishness; people own wants
and needs are paramount in their hearts
Right gives way to base desire, a veracious
appetite forever lusting for more
Hope is like a distant star visible but impossible to
reach
has our morality has been reduced to resemble a
virus, devouring everything in its path
Is this condition the permanent face of humanity?
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Reality beating you down
SL allowing you to act like a clown
No recriminations
Just use your imagination
Possibilities are boundless
Act out your fantasies
There is no place for normalcy in this realm of roleplay and dreams
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The vile creature acquires its corporeal form.
It spread its malicious whispers.
Amongst the innocent and unaware.
It is relentless in its pursuit.
Never a pause or a respite.
from the onslaught of its attacks.
It's victims are stunned and dumb-founded.
Unsure how to defend from such carnage.
It's base demeanor is deceptive.
Deceiving even the most learned.
Thus enabling it to carry on its rampage.
but eventually it,s actions will be known.
And the innocent will gather their senses and pitch-fork.
And hunt down this master of lies and deceit
It cowers in its lair.
A temporary measure to be sure.
Its trail of lies and deceit is found.
Its forked tongue is severed from it's head.
No longer able to lay destruction in its wake.
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What smells?
I am hammered by bureaucracy to my right
Stalemated by mediocrity to my left
My foundation underneath me seem uneasy
Yet the sky above me is blue and breezy.
A corny phrase, yes I know
In absence of a rhyme
I must admit this somewhat blows
I must succumb to the norm
Submit to the common form
The End........Thank God
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Warrior Wind
My shack-like home
Tries its best to shield me from the cold and torrent winds
I feel its cold touch caressing my back
It massages is like little pin-pricks along my spine
The branches are beating against the window pane
Awaiting an invitation from the occupant within
I envelope myself with my armour of fleece
Its coat-of-arms is adorned with finely stitched tapestry
My breath betrays my position
Apprising the enemy with its smoke-like signal
I am well-fortified within my refuge
From the howling cries of the Warrior wind
As time moves at a snails pace
I sense the anticipation waning
The moans are slowly dissipating
Impeding doom is once again abated.
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Beast
I’m the lonely voice in the wilderness.
The Beast eye’s up his prey
It wants to defecate on my remains and lay claim to my soul.
Its hunger is insatiable never able to quell its thirst for blood.
It is cursed to search for its victims.
But this time it’s unable to lay siege on its prey
For my armour is my faith
And my weapon is the truth
They are like kryptonite to the Beast
Gnawing and twisting at its insides.
Its only desire is to lay waste to everything around it.
With every stroke of my pen is like a lethal blow to its body.
Festering wound seeps out its vile disdain.
I am merciless in my attack.
No longer will the Beast subjugate me as one of its many helpless victims.
For I have become the Hunter
And the Beast has become my Prey
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