a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the first of ten poems.
There is tugging at my ribbons
a wild, teasing acapella
oh this noise is rich…
rich enough to decorate my hollows
to drop me to my knees
whilst midnight space rushes
like swift tide
expanding the universe
cracking my chest
a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES
Yet the whisper is gold that God’s music is a floating note
and it is just I, this phosphorescent speck who has been dappled with fluted purple explosion…
I have been crowned with questions
and led to these stone steps
to press my burning ear against a mossy wall….
listening for angels
braving the storm
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LOTS of LOVE
Thin lines of light
a forest of
the cage door unhinges gently
footsteps on the air
folding like silver skin
sliding through the glass
take this acute experience
let it bite
let it sweep your starry walls
and penetrate your knowing,
feel the smart lift your brow,
and s t r e t c h your M O U T H
the choir has begun
…….limestone is cold and discerning…….touch it
this is an exceptional opportunity
stay keen and original
take the hit
make the jump
slide the tunnel
this is it
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Read it in RAP style….
I Would die for our world
I wouldnt die for ‘australia’
Would die for peace
I wouldn’t die for any ‘saviour’
Would die for a compassionate society
Would die for a world that’s violence free
Now That was a paradox …
Not having to worry about buying new locks
If the guy walking in the store has a glock
Not having to need an organisation like doc’s
Respecting our people even if they wear crocs
A society to respect life and nurture.
Is what i seek.
Not neglect strife and torture.
Is what I plea
I just want to escape all of this and flee
We’re old enough. We’re evolved enough, we’re bold enough, We havent even solved enough yet to even begin this rat race, so why do we feel like we’re at an ending pace like we’re all fat running in last place, we should be all in the same predators chase, ready to pounce on unity of life as humankinds first prize taste
Not to lose resources on coming an individuals first it seems a waste
Like these people have some sort of blood thirst
To hurt to work to serve to curve ignorance into tolerance you like to Change ignorance to
Relevance. It’s not relevant plain and simple
Like your small tiny mind with views developed from miss cheneys nipple
You’re the bigoted scum that deserve to be crippled
Not the innocent souls that deserve love triple
Your views need to be sent back to any period before water could ripple
You fear us, so you fill us with fear.
Its a campaign just open your ears
The media isn’t a wise seer
The end is near the end is near
they’ll make SURE you buy more fear
relying on grave thoughts to keep us grounded
is a fault
(read the fine print)
it was a blunder
(tie those laces)
a miss take
in the grass
and the chi is HIGH (in my face)
filling the mind like
water in the bowl
the fish are
is a potion
a lime tinged tonic
it soothes knotted veins
causing vision and cells
osmotic rebalancing occurs
my balloon floats free and I release my kite to the wind