Could I be the river?
Could I be the fire?
Without being consumed
by the vagaries.
Waiting to live a life,
urgently fading away;
Lost in a labyrinth
of the vagaries.
Here lie my words; I had no choice.
Everything was easy, yet I made it worse.
You saw me live through it.
I had no choice; here lie my words.
A most precise parsing
of my amazement at my time.
My meditation
on my vagaries.
It was five to midnight.
The railway station,
Dark and cold.
In a pool of light,
A woman stood alone on the platform.
Waiting.
Suddenly a tall man in a mackintosh coat
Clattered down the stairs,
And walked briskly towards her.
Sharply she swung round to face him.
He checked, and spoke urgently,
His words hanging like droplets of blood
Suspended in water.
Without removing her eyes from his face,
She brushed past him
And boarded the train.
Conquer and divide
Truth is put aside
Freedoms continually denied
Propaganda is how they've always lied
A world through armies forever homicide
The time has now come to stem this evil tide
Spread the word of love that comes from deep inside
Heal the wounds of separation of a gulf that's far and wide
Each individual come together a loving collective we must urgently decide
The throb deep in the jaw
Nothing else feels quite so sore
Can think about nothing but pain
This is like a brutal campaign
Trying to urgently ring a dentist
Needing pain relief from the chemist
No appointments for several days
Why all the unnecessary delays
Feeling the pain behind my eyes
The intolerable pain is my demise
Nothing even dims this pain
Wanting to slice out the vein
The pain relentless
Working out how I could of prevented this
I brush those teeth twice a day
And the pain doesn’t stay away
The dentist told me to wait 14 weeks
To get that thing pulled from between my cheeks
What an absolute joke
I could have a bloody stroke
Can’t see a doctor or go to a hospital
Just keep putting on something topical
The state of basic public services
Is enough to cause disturbances
Oh I pray the pain to vanish
To a place it can banish
Before the next one comes to have a play
All in an effort to ruin every day
This won’t stop until the bone graft my jaw
The next couple of years I’ll be eating through a straw
Because public services are so woeful
And we are told to be grateful
Tight about the past—
transparent glass panes,
stained and cracked
by crooked, wicked lies.
Sacred are these settled energies.
They muddle about,
never lifting their feet.
I mean higher than the next—
higher than anything else.
Tether thyself to greatness.
Witness its greatness,
or keep thinking
in the same tones you speak in.
There is no treatment—
only the fight
against debilitating sickness.
You hold it together
with shoestring,
scotch tape,
and wink-less nights
working alongside the sabbath,
long past first light.
Long double-shift shiftiness
into the only off day.
No longer tis old boulder—
a new obstacle
has been waiting for me.
I urgently need
the percentile damage increase.
If my awakened visions
lie in legitimacy,
or if they’re just
daydreams re-sold—
Sandman’s regift,
passed down,
along beside me,
and made well past due.
What use is standing upon
business if it’s business
encroaching on you?
It’s not impossible—
but the benefit
must be mine
before I just give it to you.
No Kings Day
Everyday
The fear I felt last November
Has
Swollen
Like a Hindenberg blimp directly
Overhead
Seconds from exploding
Time and space back to 1775.
How
Now sent troops’ marching feet
Bear a din, underscoring beat,
Compelling
Alarm
Urgently
To ask, to answer the question:
How might we align
our democracy against any
autocratic insurrection?
———————————
God bless us everyone
I've been awake since three am
My mind just woke up suddenly
It circled round and round on things
Needing attention urgently
It panicked and catastrophised
It wandered back in time
It made a massive grocery list
And theorised sublime
I bargained and I threatened it
Got up and down from bed
Tossed and turned uselessly
Now I'm feeling halfway dead
But I've made a plan this morning
It's bound to work for sure
If I can stay awake till midnight
I'll sleep right through til......*snore *
Mum had a chat with her daughter
And she urgently besought her
Not to be bedding
Before the wedding
Or she’d be late at the altar
There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday. - Robert Nathan
Folded in hope, singing light over the fading melody, wind’s song,
Soaring on wings of mesmeric peace,
Glorious freedom, rising to retell the story of a dream, wishful thinking…
Blessings poured out in me, overflowing
Descending from the music, rhythms
Stirred to life by the seas of lasting faith,
Grace rising, struggling with trembling grief,
Erasing the marks of the past,
Where my soul bleeds urgently,
Need, shadowed by the memories, colored
In hues of melancholy, words glowing,
Like the trees who awake to saintly spring…
Seeds splitting through the dirt and the leaves,
Stirring the newfound urge to believe, to see,
Beyond the darkest dread, into eternal longings,
Just before the dewlike web of yesterday,
Frees my soul from its wounds and reminds me,
Even the sound of the song is an echo,
Lost in the music who blesses yesterday’s wishes.
The clamor heard
In the urgently raucous awakening of Spring
Slowly dies down
During the lethargic sibilance of Summer,
But quickly revives
With the crunchy tanginess of Fall,
Only to be subdued again
By the crackling brittleness of Winter.
Condescending Mastermind
Your path is certain,
Always a narrow line.
Your words you fill with sweet designs;
Relinquish scattered emotions to the flame of the hearts,
Now eroded with time.
Why such a deliberate sorrow?
To a love so fine?
A Love that was meant to withstand all time.
Now though true souls are unveiled,
They are still left in confines.
Urgently longing a significant sign,
To erase these illusions and forever define,
The Passion between them that keeps them entwined.
Hold-fast on to purities,
On which deceit dines.
The option will truly
Send chills down your spine.
Being a pedestrian
walking with a mixed-up, on the go
purposeful pack of other walkers
and me being aimless,
having no set destination,
yet not wanting to go too far,
because then it would be a long way
back to get back.
I the odd one in,
stop in my invisible tracks,
taking stock,
while the crowd,
(some going, some coming back),
urgently shove their way past me,
and I now know,
what a business meeting feels like
when there is nobody there.
surge of a shower, urgently nudging the suds to roll off shoulder
To care for her, quickly,
Attend, instantly;
This husband-like heart,
Wants her near:
A hug in my arms,
Is here, urgently;
This custom, of love,
I would share –
Jutting out dangerously.
Attention needed urgently.
Gashed and hurtful no one liked.
Grating metal barbed and spiked.
Exposed wire to catch your clothes.
Dull and jagged everyone loathes.
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