Tuesday, 26 November 2013


Blow the dust off these tattered dreams,
Oh sweet time, beseech me.
Are we to carry from the womb to the tomb
The dreams, broken fragments, that dominated?
Shall they besmirch all future illusion 

From new pathways' sweet delusion?

I'll wipe the dust off the surface with a cloth,
And retreat from the flame and fear no wrath.
I'll move the fragments and dispose of them,
For surely we'll be free then.

And there disposed they hide and dwell,
And collide and collude to again combine.
Those settled fragments that once were mine,
Inner protons attract external neutrons.
Positivity attracting negativity,
This we know to be true,
Though I know nothing of what is true.
Not anymore,

Not since that door,
Not since the oak, 

Where I leaned took a smoke,
And wondered -

So I'll wipe it away, 

I'll put it away, 
I'll throw it away, 
I'll hide it away.
And dust settle here no more,
Though you are the very core
 Of the earth
And all that surrounds.
Of every planet in this realm.

Perhaps the dust on the breeze
A glimmer of our connection,
Though for now I seek only distraction.
Their shimmer seems less mystical
Than comets, meteorites, and stars.
And yet its their precise composition -
The protons and neutrons

The stars of dust,
The wonderment of dust,
The domesticity of dust,
And what of dust?
Am I of the same stuff of you, and indeed of myself, 

Of the very core itself?

Blow the dust off these tattered dreams,
I'll wipe them away, 
Put them away, 
Hide them away,
And drift away.

Saturday, 16 November 2013


Call it sparks of revolution,
Call it marks of evolution.
And take a walk through door revolving,
My fear I'll state clear, we're merely evolving.
Progress is slower than we might like to state,
Retracting steps on trodden roads dictate.
When notion-filled, guarded mind,
Seeks ritual in ties that bind.
When experience-authored, biased soul
Seeks ways to make pathways in the whole.
When narrow eye-lines assume their view,
For each of us captured in our own world-view.
When all these elements distort and combine,
Though external image we have come to refine.
When the doubts of our turmoil are unabated,
We realise we unknowingly discriminated.

For preferences spurted from delectation,
In salubrious settings beyond recrimination.
And the boundaries set by those making rules,
Are administered with questionable tools.
And the signs of the euro, the dollar, the pound
Controlling dissatisfied souls who feel bound

By their own lives that have slipped from their dreams,
Where inspiration's flashes are now only gleams.
No longer feel control of their own destiny,
So criticise those who are really free.
Publicly judging while privately sighing -
For a man not being reborn is surely dying.*
And judgements grow too from our own life story,
For I'm telling you one thing I'd never vote Tory!
So take up your mantle and light your spark,
Express your beliefs and make your mark.
But know that the values you have created,
Are progressive to some, to others outdated.

So work to your own ideology,
Even so, be wise to its fragility.
For in language of critical pedagogy* -
We're yet in naive transitivity.
For are we passive recipients, paying our own kind of retribution -
Or are we empowered participants, making an active contribution?
And while those at the top make wild proclamations,
We search and await our own Revelations.
And Russell Brand on the screen tells us not to vote*,
And this is the crux, this the zygote -
Where's your stand, is it well-advised?
The revolution will not be televised!*

For a panacea does not exist,
The antidote not to merely persist.
No unified truth,
No concrete proof,
No black and no white,
No quick answer in sight,
No categorical imperative*,
No lets face it, it's all relative,
No reality and no illusion,
No way it seems to draw a conclusion.

And we're trying to heed the call, to right the wrong,
To lover, friend, citizen, we don't belong.
And someone's encouraging you to consume,
Claiming it will remove you from this vacuum.
And the clothes on our back from a high street chain,
We know its maker's loss was our quick gain.
But it's all okay 'cause we signed a petition,
So to their suffering that's enough recognition.
And the wars we see only on the screen,
Physically removed so our conscience is clean.
And the magazines tell us, we too could have fame,
That 15 minutes* of a trembling flame.
So soon extinguished and quickly disposed,
Ego thought nothing of soul exposed.
And we're taking pictures of moments not lived,
Picking and choosing from ones that we've sieved,
Then Instagram them for an improved look,
To tag them on virtual walls of Facebook.
And the truth of it in any case,
Is the people looking know your real face -
But this we quickly forget to attest,
When image is placed above all the rest.
Self-report distorted reality,
With all this how can we hope to be free?
Don't let the shimmers of your heart be lost,
Know that image-seeking comes with a cost -
In narrowing our own identity
We start to judge others all too freely,
And until with open mind we're each seen,
The best we can hope for is only to glean
A sense of a surface-only reflection,
For from the core we make a deflection.
We're a mere moment of evolution's cycle,
History we continually recycle.
And upper echelons of this hierarchy
Are too subject to their mortality.
How do you want your memory known?
It's yours for the taking, yours only to own -
It's easy in armchairs to politicise,
While living a life behind a guise.
But when we own our souls and our freedom is one
Then that, will be the biggest thing man has ever done.*

*'For a man not being reborn is surely dying' - Loving tribute/outrageous theft of Bob Dylan's words 'He not being busy born is busy dying' from 'It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brNby5IFDnA

*'For in language of critical pedagogy, we're yet in naive transitivity' - Taken from Paulo Freire's theories - Freire was a ground-breaking Brazilian educator who designed several Manifestos and practices including the area of 'Conscientizacao'; or Critical Consciousness. Developing his method through working in the favelas of Rio de Janeiro, Freire empowered people to re-consider their position in society from passive recipients of a systemic structure to active contributors of their context. (Seriously worth reading up on!) Booklist available here - https://www.goodreads.com/author/list/41108.Paulo_Freire Overview of Conscientizacao here - http://books.google.co.uk/books?hl=en&lr=lang_en&id=UKKFfiGCc5kC&oi=fnd&pg=PR7&dq=conscientizacao+naive+transitivity+article+paulo+freire&ots=vOv1lJEXCI&sig=hLOkVorHH55kNZqZiH4H4oZeC2I#v=onepage&q&f=false

*'And Russell Brand on the screen tells us not to vote' - Newsnight Interview here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YR4CseY9pk

*'The revolution will not be televised!' Gill Scott Heron - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGaoXAwl9kw

*'And the magazines tell us, we too could have fame, That 15 minutes* of a trembling flame' - Famous Andy Warhol Quote 'In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes', believed to be based on the theories of Marshall McLuhan - Brief info available here - http://mcluhangalaxy.wordpress.com/2011/12/08/andy-wharhol-marshall-mcluhan-the-artist-the-visionary/

*'No categorical imperative' - Taken from Immanuel Kant's theory that proposed for a moral action to be permissible, it must be possible to apply it to all people without contradiction. - 'Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law'  Info here -http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/kant-moral/

*'Then that, will be the biggest thing man has ever done' - Tribute to/direct theft from Woody Guthrie's 'Biggest Thing That Man Has Ever Done' - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qB-YnV0e3Lc