The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles
A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses
Viridian green tints the water, it shambles
The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses
Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's pictures
My senses are floating through waters in bloom
No exaggerations in landscape are featured
No lyrical effects, but seasonal gloom
Filled with presentiment of evidential
I thought to smile, but in fact, didn't dare
In swinging of oars there is something essential
And something is missable, as if you care.
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring of dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing -
they command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey we are not too large,
and so, we lumber on as elephants will,
on their way
to long prepared graveyards.
Have you ever seen a cricket in disguise? Walking down the street making your rounds, you would think that your all alone. Their are traffic lights flashing before your eyes as you drive down that yellow brick road. You don’t hear a sound. Big brother is watching but all you hear is your own voice speaking. Night time rises by your bedroom window but you can’t even hear a cricket chirping. When you can’t see the invisible enemy all you see is people getting sick and you hear it on the news. As you watch the news on tv you see corruption and negativity. Could the news be watching you. Police in uniforms, law breakers of the truth, pulling you over with no evidential proof. What happen to God Bless America in other words Quarantine America. An astronaut floating in space, cannot even hear a sound but yet gravity pushes him around. If you think about it The People are the ones standing for their rights and if they had a voice the only one that would hear would be God and not America who’s filled with fake news. Have you ever heard that saying, what’s not broken don’t fix it. In the beginning of time everything was fixed and Adam and Eve broke it. The cricket in disguise year 2020.
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing.
They command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey --- we are not too large,
to be inedible.
A truth that all elephants understand,
as they make their way to
their bone-gnawed graveyards.
Lighthouses are said to be adventurous when going out for a party. They leap, spin and are generally wild upon the dance floors. But a large bank building with over fifteen floors is gifted at ballet and a ballet is not a bullfrog belching, a brilliant blooming blossom, nor is it a birthday balloon. It is to be said that on arriving in the kitchen one must wear several silver baubles on one's head then wobble around and around making sure that the noise is sufficient to drown out the washing machine, snoring pig, taps, and the cooker. How absolutely marvellous that is then. Exquisitely enquiring each earthly evidential éclair. But eating of currant buns should nit take place after midnight for the eyes of currants are quite charismatic and can chant charms to overloaded tins of fruit mix. Haha the wide angled view of a perimeter is laughing at the central observational otters. And the crested glass is linking arms with a baking tray dressed in a tiara and floaty skirt. Skim then. Xxxxx totalitarianism z z z z z at four biscuits past eighteen seagulls in a kitchen cupboard.
He forced his way in
'Matthew' they said his name was
He completely blew a hole in our lives
Obliterating out modest homes
Like a deck of cards
life was tumbling before our eyes
Those who tried to stand firm against him
were picked up and cast away
to one side as if meagre grains of sand
What we lost then cannot be replaced
It's the evidential costs of his wanton eye
the specifics of reality
that were plucked
tossed and stolen
He cared not that he was taking
their hearts and ours
Those families - villages - towns and nations
were left to pick up pieces and count the cost
of his unruly behaviour
The families in particular of Haiti and Florida
will be scarred from surviving his outrage
and many tears will fall
because of our inability
to tame this monster from his rampage
and prevent him from leaving
in his unashamed sulk
only then to be replaced
by the next perpetrator
wreaking havoc with their power and control
over the threads of life dangling in its wake
God if you will it, please give me a girl;
One with an eye that shines like a pearl.
I’ll show her love and respect and prove my potential;
And if you give me her soon this will be evidential.
For so long I have attempted to understand,
This sweetest emotion that turns people to sand.
Please give me a chance to experience you’re great gift,
With which hearts shall be mended and heads it will lift.
God please I beg you, please send her to me –
Sooner more than later, I hope it to be.
An onyx ink impression
spirals in unique form,
from the dizzying loops
etched in soft flesh--
where furrows weave
like trenches in the earth,
dotting the surface
with ridges and islands
that protrude in
evidential patterns.
Democracy In Nigeria
It’s been ages you passed into deep slumber
Or rather you were long dead, democracy
You have striven to rise but fall many times
Your limbs were over-powered by some political demons
You have been crushed in the dust by some powerful beasts
The people with green skinned body, white spirit and green soul
Are eager to see you come alive again and take your full course
Take control to the fullness you place in their leadership
They know the time has come and now is the hour
They cry, they sing, they shout, they talk, they pray, they hope and believe
Equally important, they are ready to work, support, and vote
To see the emergence of a new democratic Nigeria
The reality, evidential rebirth of democracy in a new Nigeria
(c) 2010
Psychosomatic fanatic
operating on a different static.
Sonar Radiation
Looking for the ghastly nation
Inner electric connective
inspiring the collective.
Vigilant treading
On creaky wood worth dreading
Where are they heading?
Fruitless investigation
Dwindling anticipation.
Doubtful introspection
Are they forcing the connection?
Is this deflection?
Truthful evidential sound,
The afterlife they’ve surely found
Audible becomes nearer
Screaming from the fear or
A reflection passing in the mirror!
** For Carol Brown's Funny Spooks contest
Last night I had a face to face confrontation with my floor. I redecorated it in
crimson red. A poorly thought out medicinal cocktail, mixed with a bit too much
wine, helped me demonstratre Issaac Newton's theory of gravity. As well as
adding further evidential proof to the theory of entropy. Now blue and purple have
always been my favoite colors, so I was pleased to see my now "tie-dyed" torso.
I had a number of pleasantries in strore for the staff- like my usual red "TRAUMA"
stickers on my forehead. And, of course, I always sign in as Randell P. McMurphy
I find a hospital setting a good place to have some fun, well, at least if I'm not
dying. Sleep well, my friends.
She’ll hurt you when the day is done
nothing's gained and nothing won
In a life of constant need
a hunger, void, can never feed
bring you empty to the end
stooped on knees to sore to bend
emotions feed the great facade
insanity from perfect god
break your will, scatter far
The Man you were the boy you are
nothing lasts from chemistry
lovers law of entropy
She’ll say it’s true, the best of lies
drown you in her alibis
sleep in peace while war is waged
between the sheets passion aged
plan the future for her own
dig up all the seeds you’ve sown
turn the fault for public eye
in your direction, make’ m cry
say she wants to know your “all”
For evidential court to call
Judge and jury justice law
for the witness, alcohol!
tie your rope too tight to bare
make boys flirt, and men to stare
with painted eyes, slips from Freud
tell you that your paranoid
hide a life she promised you
blame you that you never knew
manipulate the fat from gravy
with her breast and bouncing baby
She’ll buy a stone when you're deceased
cry in black for all to see
carve your name, then engrave
here lies, my helpless, little slave