Eyes to a back hand
Wipe away my tears
Swipe me a clean slate
Abondon my abusive years
Closed ears to a focused mind
An insomniac's cry for a dream
Murmurs of a silent heart
Even in peace there's no coma
Momentum to a mountain
Giant steps of a global catastrophe
The broken handle of an axe
Retirement from deforestation
The blunt knowledge of a killer's edge
Gnawing on its last wisdom tooth
Turbulence to a whisper
The quiet and forgotten roar
Forgiveness to their creator
For He too fathers thy parents
Synapses firing crookedness
Thoughts brooding thunder
A desert storm to my blue sky
Hard currency in the toxic air
Grassroots in a perpetual drought
Uncontrollable giggles of pollution
Laughing gas to clouded judgement
Indifferent to the holes in my pockets
Shattered hearts to lustre
Dulled flowers to a dead forest
Sprinkling an intestinal feed
Fertilized with dangerous explosives
Who will dare rise from the ashes
Lie still in the ghost of superstition
Categories:
hard currency, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
Wonder and Despair,
Twin brothers born of our need to know;
These the tainted fruits
These the light and dark
Born of laboring knowledge.
Learning's vanities
Illuminate the limits.
The hard currency
Of humility,
The price of Nature's secrets.
So we find ourselves
Hung amid infinities...
Below, Forever.
Above, Forever.
Grains on a beach, we between.
We explain the world
As it defines us, laughing:
Creatures of a day,
Playing at Godhood
See our insignificance.
Less than angelic,
More than bestial, we strive,
Sailing on our thoughts
To the antipodes
Of Being, on the ship named
Novum Organon,
Sails full of a wind of words
Towards those pillars
At the narrow strait
Of wisdom: Wonder, Despair.
Categories:
hard currency, introspection, mystery, nature, philosophy,
Form: Choka
Treading water
Where did it all go wrong?
What happened
To those dreams and hopes
Of yesteryear?
Traded in for hard currency
They're drifting further and further away
And you can't summon up the strength
To save them from the abyss
Now you're owned by the bank,
Climbing up debt mountain
As responsibilities snap away
At your heels
You used to laugh at the lottery
And all those desperate saps
Now it's your only escape
From 40 years hard labour
Treading water
How long before you start to sink?
But something always keeps you kicking
When it's easier to drown.
Categories:
hard currency, angst, death, introspection, loss,
Form: Free verse