Long Breech Poems
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when the truth arrived
enveloped, it was November
and at the inception
standing quiet
the rags of innocence
were ripped from my eyes
I mourned what never was
grasping at
this breech of faith
both hands reached
and disappeared
into the vapour,
where once
you laid to rest
paper fluttered down
I hadn’t realised
I had given more
than I intended
never seeing the game
that was played
in the shadows
of the day
my life-force was attained
belief in humanity
suffered and shattered
from the burn
of this betrayal,
paranoia sits with me
hand in hand
my fingers tapped out the tune
as the veracity of this
deception,
was validated
time and time again
So I am not mad
but grieving
fair glinting gold
light shining bold
this I saw
for my 'flaw' is to be
not of your world
Into the breech I was hurled
before your times were told
ere I was an aeon old
I changed Universes - yet
here, I was in darkness jet.
when again I rose
in biped pose
to complete the task
began, before your form thought to ask
Whence came we here?
Your light came just in time
shimmered thru deepest despair
A human mind gave to me
a beckoning seed of desire to see
another day, in limited heartlost society
Whence before was only my desire to flee.
All lined up
In a single c rank
Twenty two cans of beer fit
Inside the barrel of a tank,
And driving a tank
Is an exhilarating thrill?
But at times you can’t?
Avoid some road kill.
Cookie comes behind
And what does he do?
Guts and chops and slices?
For a nice Range Stew.
When you’re tired and hungry
And really needing to eat
You gobble down the stew
Because meat is meat is meat.
And when its spiced
And cooked up well
A mouth starts watering
Just at the smell.
Just making sure
No Rupert is near
Off to the breech for
A few cans of beer
Range stew is fine when
Washed down with ale
And by and large they all
Live to tell the tale.
Given the choice
It wouldn’t be range stew;
When you’re tired and hungry
Any food at all will do.
Tired and replete
All give thanks
For the cans of beer that fit
Down the barrel of a tank.
My Veteran Cavalry friends insist this is true, so thanks Hobbo, Dave R and Harry for the inspiration.
We went to the darkest places to explore our fear, the alleys and the cemeteries where the trees were thickest and the light dwindled to nothing. We did not go alone walking on the cusp of bravery but led each other dare upon dare to breech each chasm. We knew the day and the places that lay in the periphery of our courage. But the night brought us fright served on trays of vulnerability, teasing us with magnifications of sound and dimness of vision, feeding and freeing the spark of imagination into flames of fear. Children have within themselves the greater fires of the dragons mouth and seeds of whispered voices with words of darker deeds. What lies within much worse than what is real. For all the evils ever wrought are children born from the same potential mother. The spark of imagination that creates both Gods and Devils. The place where we are awakened to answer the call of our own memorized voices. With borrowed courage we become the green of newer grasses, grown around empty bronze helmets long fallen to the ground.
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
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Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Hypnosis Theme (feat. Marina Quaisse) by Wax Tailor
I am the Zombie
The Monster is my master
He’s the creator
The Zombie I am
Numbed-out, Psycho-extremer
Daemon demeanor
The Zombie I be
Doppelganger controls me
My animator
I be the Zombie
I can be me no longer
While Monster’s stronger
Zombie, Zombie, me
Husband, Wife, Father, Mother
Sister, Friend, Brother…
I, Zombie’s my name
The Monster takes center stage
Rage outside the cage
I go by Zombie
The Doppelganger has me
Once more in the breech
Zombie is my name
It’s my lonely claim to fame
I’m only the same
The Monster’s my frame
And my Daemon knows no shame
As he stakes his claim
Don’t know the reason
Must be their hunting season
Their hounds are legion
Me the Monster stakes
Both my mind and soul it takes
Help me for Heaven’s sake!
Daemon takes human
Doppelganger assumin’
My body through man
There is no saving
As I’m ranting and raving
It’s the proclaiming…
A moment is a minute with a heart, after which
We come without arched brow, lips pursed
To breech a breath amidst all stolen air.
Removing only proof of thought
For sustenance of life.
No key, the unlocked door,
Through which a passageway of lending gifts,
Leads to open airs of longing space.
We may catch the passing breath
Of all those lives blown near,
Leave simple fruit unripened
Far beyond our scope, be as mortals
Left to nighttime’s touch upon all seeking souls.
Scratched by hunger for the need of understanding.
Then our moment closes. The only God we ever knew
Just blinked one more time.
I'm better for the pain I've caused
I rise above it all
I unwind and circumvent
I tend to the breech that I have rent
Give me mine, break the mask
Tell me you will take it back
Better is - giving back, Better is - giving back
I have deprived those I love
I have been away
I have despaired all of hope
I am soul / feel my sway
I am Spirit, I am Life
If the truth is we all will fall then who will rise
Take my place; there's no one there
I've seen it all from afar
Take theses battles, take these scars
Maybe they will help you too
Take the stars in the night
If you can count them then you can count my pain
Oh Lord hold me down
Tell me this life is over now
My heart is ice, it's cold has hell
This is the day when hell freezes over
Switch from a sweet voice I'm a completely different person
Yea the previous verses were wrote from prison
And If you care to notice the difference
I make a parrerral and I slam down a perpendicular
Now foothills rise up the size of the Appalachian mountains
Betters giving back but I'm gonna give it how they gave it me
Now spies have been compromised
People go to college and they still perish for a lack knowledge
The Government don't give a damn about the people
Every since George Washington there ain't never been a man to meet his equal
A centric couple
Echanging different coloured roses
Holding hands with vice like grip
Earth betwix their curling toes
Beneath a moonlight torn astray
With such so birthed exploding hearts
It even stirs the deaf neighbours
And labours love
Valentine poison arrow breech
Still hidden in the shadowy hall's
Of old school gym lockers
Now used as passwords
That scar to this day
Because
They are a cold reminder
Of what it was like growing up
Deemed to be never worthy
Of 1 single solitary flower bought
Nor
Valentine's card written
Hopefully better late than never
Something's are wasted on the young
And are worth waiting for
And mean so much more
When the right time
And the right person comes along
We war with impunity
And weaponise such things as the
beauty of flowers
And all for what ?
When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes
Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt for the very same right's and freedom they gave their lives for
You student's
You self effacing intellects
You political prophet's
You protest
You gather
You march
Underneath your slogan or banner
in righteous indignation of your cause
Such bravery
Such charity
Such courage
Such sacrifice
Once more into the breech
the rallying cry to those
with spray can in hand to vandalize
under the cover of dark with face hidden behind a bandana
I doubt their is anything you would be willing to lay
your life down for apart from maybe your computer and internet access
So next time you log on do yourself a favour and research
your family history and see if any of your family members
lost there lives and think there but for the grace of god go i
These statues and monuments are not supposed to justify or glorify war the complete opposite in fact they are
to remind us of the futility and human cost
but most importantly of all the cause Millions of people
deemed worthy dying for
I wonder if year's to come
how you will be viewed by history
Will people gather to commemorate you
build a statue in your honour
be you remembered by a bank holiday
Or will you hopefully end up instead being a
footnote in a museum
Entitled
When you don't understand your history
And talk before you listen
You run before you can walk