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Dear son,
I am told I should tell you things not in books
It is hard for me to begin
Your mother said only what is in the book I know
I think my dilemma is neither you nor I
But the whole purpose of the book
This letter may turn into if I try to understand me.
And if I am not in the picture
Then your existence becomes questionable. We must
Establish our need for more than mere presence
And this makes us listening to each other significant,
Make this letter existentially important
And you significantly more important than either of us think
I do not read books because I believe all books
Books took a wrong turn just by their necessity to speak
And to make speech more permanent than memory
They disrupted a whole tradition of history to write
What we were, and are becoming
By making picture out of words for reflection
As they tell us who we are
Without beat of tongue, and rhythm of gesticulation
That surrounded the melody of oral communication.
The literary man made an ulterior civilization
Telling us with barbed cynicism: the pen is mightier than the sword
I handled all books carefully like a weapon
For in them are seeds of destruction
Not intended alone for our history
But for the civilization of our identity.
My dear son
Every structure and fiber of our imagination
Is no longer about us
For we have been reduced to incongruous metaphors
Supplanting faith in history
Supplanting us with toxic ideas of utopia
Knowing full well for this dream
There is no remembrance after sleep
For waking is an hypnosis for those in too deep.
Even as I proclaim this preamble on clutches.
Analogous, how said month name
September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
awash with torment,
where most twenty
first century mortals
oblivious to such lawlessness
wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
earnings them niggardly pay
for meager nourishment,
there would be negligible
leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
such esoteric rubric
as preponderance of
ancient civilizations set precedence
contributing to present
without passing judgement
if in fact possessing
aggressive curiosity hellbent
interest and/or acutely fervent
trenchant awareness linkedin
with what human engineered,
sans preceding millennial development
events came about
to bring the here
and now space/
time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during
this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian
(distilled from ancient Egypt,
classical Greece, enlightened Rome
peoples played primitive organs
(viz, sax and violins) out across
the then world wide web
wrought permanent pressed
customs within part
ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
millenniums later, and also asper
among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
("Snake II", 2015, original block print)
Gaslit
In these times of constant parading
The emperor in his new gown
Sets the fashion for the whole world
Everywhere you look
People blindly proclaiming the nakedly absurd
With confidence born in numbers.
Now basic biological facts of male and female
Have morphed into a fluid nonbinary
Mishmash of possibilities, where instead of in balance
Nurture is stridently mightier than nature.
Not withstanding, tropes of masculine violence somehow immune
To this new social-science,
People who’ve apparently never had house pets
Postulate that in world without males there’d be no violence.
What used to be common sense observation for even a child
That racial differences are obvious, if not so easily defined,
Have become the dogma;
“Race is merely a social construct.”
On the climate front all is hysteria
As what used to be an essential sustainer of life
Is rebranded a toxic gas
Existentially threatening to end all life on Earth.
And in politics, mild protest has become insurrection,
Terrorist attacks embraced as the democratic process,
And the sanctity and security of our vote
Chewed up by a machine that knows no law or shame.
Now the new Nazis call themselves the “Anti-Fascists”
And of course brand all opponents “Nazis”
As if name-calling makes something so
In their make-believe post-modern world of subjective truth.
Hate is love, war is peace
Rigid conformity diversity, destruction creativity,
Abortion the path to modern motherhood
And enslavement to ideology somehow freedom.
These are the times we live in
When gaslighting has replaced the news, entertainment and education
And objective truth driven underground or out into a desert
Away from the masses
Where it can be as it always has, untrodden and free
Yet as deadly as ever to those who refuse to see.
(12/2/23)
(continued from part 1)
But we’re all witnesses here,
Right from the very start,
Veiled from conception,
Driven by Heart.
Dieu vivant grâce à vous et à moi,
You ever think to wonder,
Who it is that smells the rain,
Or really hears the thunder?
Take for a moment,
Whose wings we’re under,
Witnessing from across the vast open sky,
A mumuration of starlings,
Unrehearsed, yet in unison,
What humanity’s intentions should exemplify.
We can all be absorbed in our own self-interests,
Dwelling on the sum of our parts,
We’ve all bared witness,
Yet, in heaven’s sweet disposition,
The whole seems what’s greatest,
No matter the situation,
This life’s an experiential syndication,
Existentially drawn from Love,
It’s primary objective.
Mending wounds, touching hearts,
Believing in the greatest gift of all,
Right from the very start.
Depicted internally,
Revealed in time,
Be it more a celestial experience
When I am gazing upon you,
Your heart,
A vision from within mine.
One’s experience may not be yours but His,
Your spirit’s the vehicle,
Accumulating and proving,
A feigned Elysian,
Under the sun,
Solely God’s introspection.
Just know you’re here for a purpose,
You’re living proof what Heaven on Earth is,
Your life’s truly a blessing,
Embrace it for what it’s worth,
Becoming truly immersed.
Never neglecting loving you first,
The weak prey on the weak,
Rest assured, it’s just love they thirst.
Life’s about being that someone,
You come across so rare,
Aspiring others to want better,
Even at their worst,
Even if they'd be fooled by despair,
Life’s an unrehearsed soul search.
And we’ve all our crosses to bear,
So be genuine, be forgiving, and loving too.
Témoigner du fait que votre esprit envoyé de Dieu.
~Sealion
Me again:
Blue parrots screech hawkers off the streets
Where rats and mobile devices scream
Insults into the ears of the sewars.
Whiskers and teardrops and plops of fun
Which dangle relentlessly above the
Green shoreline.
Playing musical pillows at sinister
Dinner dates In Sports bars with
Ponytails swinging and everlasting
Ss flying and flirting with blue
Spit flickered lips. Lest those lips
Go white I’ll write and wrongdoers
Will waltz into the twilight with
Their glorious mistakes.
Obey these invisible margins and
Tread these see through lines
Boys toys and girls toys are
Not to be mixed with those of the
Kids from the neighbourhood next door.
My fiddle will flee if you open
Your eye.
My obedience will flag when you
Look too hard at anything
Orange. Please and manners fly
Diligently tests and marking will
Not be completed.
These fish will suffocate once
They surface. Their faces extended
And their fish breath Fresh and
Poignant in the cool Sydney night.
11 July 2020
When these sores blister once more
And the creepers of this crises
Existentially intertwine with those of
The vines existing every-where, the
Aching strains and actual bodily pains
Will face into the façade of a
Blissful encounter with a unified flying object.
Mists and turmoil. Insecure privacy.
Lost loved ones and furls of ferns
Flirting with the edge of my conscious.
Industrial lovers mechanically
Pounding the pavement and seeking
Exists and making segments of
Cement crack and twist. These
Divine distractions create dopamine
Hits which levitate the mind and
Cause the toes to curl in a luxurious
Pantomime.
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down
on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest, and weakest link undermining
searingly robust reproductive human stock,
thru molecular hijacking gungho extremest
right wing trumpeting malefactor breeding
distilling, fomenting, et cetera the faintest
self destructive invisible agents provocateurs
dredging existentially faultiest
predispositions, and vulnerabilities
compromising in utero body electric,
asper offspring saddled with funniest
itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow Polka dot bikini
donned flesh impossible to remove,
which surgery could imperil and render feeblest
unto Caesar, an ides of march, sans flimsiest
excuse for a successor
to the royal porcelain throne,
which progeny could exhibit the frailest
constitution, and possibly appear as freakiest
looking hominid this side of Schwenksville
with napped hair most frizziest
affixed to a beanpole gangliest
androgynous cisgender metasexual
being description also including geekiest,
not to mention ghastliest
simple minded looking gruesomest
human being, who presents grimmest
prospects quite dim tubby happiest
bellowing soul since...incest
came back in vogue when polar vortex
ushered necessity to bed with kindliest
people professing unconditional love.
A latent state of energy
Combined with spirituality
Combined can set us existentially free
From this twisted deluded false reality
Where hate and envy rules supreme
And racist, xenophobic, jealousy are held up as piously
As the glorious genocidal warmongering regimes
A state where heroic acts are enacted through slaughter
Into the valley of death they rode
To kill or to die
Let's celebrate this and ignore that it defines
Man's inhumanity to its fellow man.
Deep within we must find this latent energy
To make a stand
To break free from this state
To find a new one of peace, love and grace
Where we ride into valleys only to help and save
We need to find a better place
Where being heroic is an act of kindness
An act of love and stopping the hatred
A new state of tolerance and sharing
Of coming together uniting and caring
There is a latent energy spiritual state within us all
To create our earth as this place
But we need to find it and educate
Everyone to help them find this same place
And to leave genocide, destruction and intolerance behind
See the light and stop being blind
The blindness that's caused by anger and hate
Caused by a negative, ignorant state
Show people living in an existentialist way
Is better than surrendering your life to a state
That wants to slave or throw your life away
To a system that's twisted and flawed and is now in decay.
Listen in,
I, hear in rhythm, speak in rhyme,
watch my words reverberate through space and time,
a 5th dimensional element,
the existentially elegant. One.
The harvest of the father's seed,
reaped by the mother's hand. Son.
Facing the trials of endless miles of unseen roads,
with sole-less shoes and open wounds covered by tattered clothes.
Just me and God, and where this journey leads,
only one of us knows.
A story in the making of glory for the taking,
of triumph, of victory, betrayal, forsaking.
The story of a king, serving under the King.
The story of the proven one, prolific one, of me.
If you could look through my eyes and see what I see,
you’d see the pieces to life’s puzzles hidden beneath.
A surface made of, shady vanities
masked in sensual profanities,
that appeal to the masses,
and exploit all humanity’s,
weakness, is what it boils down to,
we all have it. But rather than rooting it out,
we choose to conceal it under million dollar camouflage
and use perfumes to mask the scent of our doubt.
Trying to realize our identity within
but failing to realize our identity in Him,
He being the one who allows us to transcend,
and hear in rhythm, speak in rhyme,
watch our words reverberate through space and time,
be a 5th dimensional element,
an existentially elegant. One.
Crossing boundaries this world has deemed prohibited.
Because God’s Universal Reign is Unlimited.
One.