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Retreating

March 20, 2017 - 14:54 -- Admin

Retreating

I can no longer be outgoing,
I am retreating from the world,
Knowing its horrors
Forces me within
Are they outside or in?

The empathy that kills, kills
The love that loves does, too
The drunken haze of other days
Returns, without the drink
This is for you

That makes me think
Euripides was right
Not light, but night
Without end
Like a poem for a friend

Are we able?

March 18, 2017 - 22:30 -- Admin

Are we able?

All praise our myths
For they are ours
Grown old, stiffed

Lying rivers rage
White lies our lie
Raging torrents the truth

Brave founders arrive
Genocide the befores
The joy of fatal shores

Brave ANZACS protect
Fake freedoms
In foreign deaths

Fair go, mate
It did, and went
Victory, their class hate

Let us rejoice
Young and fleeced
Their wealth, our toil

A mythical land

March 18, 2017 - 22:30 -- Admin

A mythical land

All praise our myths
For they are ours
Grown old, stiffed

Lying rivers rage
White lies our lie
Raging torrents the truth

Brave founders arrive
Genocide befores
The joy of fatal shores

Brave ANZACs protect
Fake freedoms
In foreign deaths

Fair go, mate
It did, and went
Victory, their class hate

Let us rejoice
Young and fleeced
Their wealth, our toil

My strength weakens me

March 8, 2017 - 12:01 -- Admin

My strength weakens me

 

Caught in the cusp of life

My strength weakens me

Not only ageing

But diappearing

It is not my time

And will not be

 

What was strong is weak

What was weak is weaker

I am the wikileaks of life

A leaker,

Of insights unseen

Of analysis has-been

To most

 

I have seen the ghost,

The old mole, in books

If only we knew

March 7, 2017 - 09:44 -- Admin

If only we knew

The loneliness of politics
Surrounds the withdrawal that is writing
In this nothing cries relief
Beyond the hope of better days

While the garbage sorts pick nits
From the words of wiser ways
They drag us to the sidelines
Of their enlightened graves

Together we can

March 5, 2017 - 20:48 -- Admin

Together we can

For though the world stood up and stopped the bastard, the bitch that bore him is in heat again.

Bertolt Brecht The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui

The bitch is not a bitch
She is not on heat
She was raped
By the good burghers of the middle class
From arse to mouth to vagina
They stuck their pricks everywhere
What could be finer?

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