Long Hollow men Poems

HEBRIDES

Big waves crash on a Hebrides shore,
Horizontal rain slashes the rocks.
There’s no shelter here, not even a crack,
There’s no wood here, and nothing to burn:
Frost giants hurl slivers of  ice.
The sun will rise twelve...

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PLASTIC   BAG   -  ILLUSIONS     OF     GRANDEUR


Humdrum, meaningless  existence :
Was wrapping apples in the supermarket:
The guys said it couldn’t be done.
But with...

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As I lie here, 'mongst these empty teardrops
Of causality
I fear that fate draws ever near
In this reality

But in this sunset
In this dawn
The hope of all regret is past
In this ash we sculpt as song
We think...

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One of the many secrets of life:
There is no true freedom.
Man is slave to his own ignorance
And to his own personal sense of reality.
This, in turn, leads to another secret:
The only true sin is ignorance.
All...

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It is a dagger,
So bright, so sharp.
One flash,
Your whole life before your eyes.

It is the barest touch of a Whisper,
A shadowed Wraith,
Following, seeking, prowling, murdering.
It is looking at you right in The Eye.
At night.

It is...

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The waste land looms in the litany
 The wind makes coming from
 The eyeless sockets of dead buildings
 Charred by the fire of sudden grief
 Brinking the undrained swamp of history.
 Smell the cordite
 Fuming...

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statistics say they're checking out at twenty two per day
closure seekers on their final quest
hollow men who don't have time to slowly fade away

side by side they've occupied the chairs of the V. A.
trying pills...

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Why?
Love?
Friends leave!
Where is truth?
Where is love in life?
Truth is but an idle construct!
Friendship nothing but a barren fair weather desert!
The world manifests itself through hollow people, without truth,without love or passion!
Truth but leaves you naked...

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Inevitable happenings
Old age ushers
All sorts of pain


Awkward movement
Cloudy second childhood
Forgetfulness


Body in decline
Constipated feelings
Too much flatulence


Out of shape torso
Awkward motor response
Cracks and flaws unmask


Fear insinuates
Rigid obstinate ways
Dementia seizes


Hollow men
Hollow straws
Only death can save


Notice now
You do not...

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dust off these weary wings
leave the hungry faces to fall empty and howling
all the fear
and frightened men groping for a fist
something to make you appear to them
desperate for anything
just some way to push a ghost
to...

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post-mortem note to mr. eliot

dearest thomas,
having lived long enough to see the
a-bomb drop, one wonders if you had
rethought your infamous ending 
to “The Hollow Men,”
for most certainly
the world will not go with a 
whimper,
we would...

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When the ram dies
Bury him with the twin
In the grave cloth of his conscience
Were I to die now
I would lie down with me
Even with my conscience
Than ply the empty street without me;
I don’t need those...

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No towering, flowering landlocked tree
Will weep for the waning life of thee
Forgive them, friend, they never saw you smile
Forgive them, friend, they never saw you smile

To mistress maritime were you married
For her you lived, so...

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grim starkness of snow
sturdy in its sleeted falling 
willing a bleached landscape
a lushness
that chokes the rough field terrain

strides of power
as the fevered wind
spirals In an unexpected direction
inflates drifts like the arched back of a cat
whitening...

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Bleakly human,
Defined by imperfection,
Haunted by generations of oppression
From ourselves,
But in vain.

At the edge of the void,
Inches away from the final step,
Throwing memories, time, and love in,
Desperate to fill the Nothing,
But in vain.

The black of light,
The...

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