Best Huxley Poems

"How Huxley Sees the World"



He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from 
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to life in...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was...

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At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d...

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Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
              ...

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I hope I know what is healthy sex,
in an experiential kind of way,
and a trans-biblical swell known sway,
and I can imagine a world with healthier,
more...

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In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of...

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Watch out, brother,
An eye's following you,
Watching what you do,
Each movement remembered.
Don't cheat,
Don't steal,
Don't breathe too loud,
Someone's sure to find out.
Each flaw, each mistake,
And blow it...

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“The Waiting” 

eyes close
the new chapter
picks us up 

we find ourselves
lost in the poetic dream
stranded in a desert 

a lifetime away from home
we are in...

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"WINTER"


the beautiful season 
of suspension
where we find 
our true selves

hibernating

under sacred blankets
of wisdom won 
dreaming of all 
the days past, gone 

in the never complete

and...

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A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now...

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"The Broken Valkyrie"



when 
the artificial 
sun 
replaced 
true Light,
revolution 
was a forgotten 
Valkyrie, 
Liberty 
had been 
put to bed
broken whore 
of Babylon
no longer holding
the torch...

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This is the great big world we will see.
It begins inside this hatchery.
Since Our Ford made it reality,
it has been home for both you and...

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had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
passed
straight from...

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War & Peace   

We agree most of the time war is caused
By capitalism, nationalism, in fact, any isms 
Demagogues and murky propaganda 
These...

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