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In This
Calculative Metropolis
'Come on,
don't be like that!' Katherine from North London: to whom this poem is
dedicated.
Because
this poem germinated out of a conversation I had with Katherine, a young
poet in the early evening of March 13 at Poetry Café.
In this calculated and
calculative metropolis
I am a pebble-pound that people do not use
I venture in a nurturing charter of things that
Make stronger magic than music or its marks
Printed in water-marks
colours and stamped
Here there are chartered places and spaces
Organisations and bodies all having royal
Seals to deliver ways and means to make
Things sing to a singular
expressive god
Who cannot understand anything else but
The parchments of take this and have that
So long you can command the call to bell
In this mechanic space where
geometry
Joins the cosmopolitan dustbins and sings
Joys of secular gains and grains in matters
Arising into perfectly shaped bankables
In this calm cumulative and
professional
Metropolis naïve I am still wondering along
As to where magic still marks its pathways
And music still resides on impossible places
In this absolute solid shape
space where things
Are or they are not where black or white one
Must be in order to secure a biological vote
I am a pebble-song being washed by the wind
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To Sing
the Truth
'To sing
in truth is quite a different breath.
For nothing. A breath of god. A wind.' Rilke
To sing the truth
Making your
Silence a harp
Is a dawn
That rosens
The sky
Each day
A day
A wind weaving out of air
Fairly unfolding
Almost nothingness
Onto nothingness
A silk scarf
Fluttering by
On a still scarf of space
And sing out these notes
For the sake of the joys
Is beyond the notes
That waste so much papers
Billions of trees slaughtered
To sing the truth
Because you are
Of nothing towards
An advancing nothing
In between
You are
To sing the truth
A day
A dawn
A wind
Unfolding the un-business
Is diamond. Dutifully
I cultivate
The foliage of truth
That is my breath.
I am.
Of no value.
But the joys.
I am the note
To sing the truth
Out of the air
The wind.
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Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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I am
The bright pink rose bud
Just opened up pushes itself up
And the wind plays with her
Look at her and say: Be surely
And she is the centre of wind's joys
Reflect and look inside
feeling the wind
Say: Be surely!
And you are!
In the eternity's centre of joys
Be and say: I am
And you are!
Surely in the moment
Push yourself up
So that eternity's wind can play you
Play and be played
For you are the music
Be and flow
For you are!
For you are the music!
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Be a
Song Sing
At each point you break
Essentially these are pains
But be mindful that each
Breakage painfully brings
You near the prospect of
A release in a song of expressing
At each point you break
Be mindful of the fact that
You are at a point in time
Whereby you can become a harp
And literally flow out into
Something that's beyond pain's reach
What else would you like me
To extend to you other than
This? For a moment when lights
Seem to flicker into dark mouth
Of scorpion pain? When nothing seems
Plausible? Only then: be a song, sing.
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Between
Bee and Flower
A bee knows.
Surely a flower does.
They know like lights
How to enter eternity
And be a part of it blooming!
This is monumental
A task!
And they know it
And take to it with diligent awesome delights.
That is why
A bee sings
As he floats on the float of wind
Being a happy Orpheus
And he goes towards the flower
That is why
A flower dances
As she hears the singing bee approaching
She dances like Woorboshie
And prepares for the opening
So that they can enter
Into the heart of eternity
And become part of it
Momentarily mesmerised
Giving all receiving all
Forgetting to keep a ledger
You want to make love
Forget the flesh and its flash
Follow the bee and the flower
And learn their meticulous grammar
A bee knows.
Surely a flower does.
They know like lights
How to enter eternity
And be a part of it blooming!
Momentarily mesmerised
Giving all receiving all
Forgetting to keep a ledger.
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To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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