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Vultures Fly
Vultures fly in perfect circles
and pretend we believe
they are white doves
bringing us peace
Foul-smelling scavengers
disguised as prominent politicians;
illiterate statesmen or authentic literati,
that never attended a single seminar
or even stepped in a University
but surely received and will show with much glee
their hard earned honorary doctorate degree
...
Tuesday 17th January 2023 6:58 pm
They erected a cross
With gloom I express what I can,
not to do so will cause the demise of my soul;
sadness lacerates me like a dancing whip
To describe the incomprehensible in words is not easy,
to explain it is complicated,
to make it understandable is more difficult
People are slowly eliminated,
they agonize on a cross that has been erected for them;
hunger and disease spreads
...Tuesday 11th May 2021 7:00 pm
Like abandoned papers...
Just as the wind barges in,
seeping into nature,
I feel a sudden breeze wrap me up in sadness
Shattered by the dead weight of indifference,
I fall like a leaf from a shaken tree
I descend into an abyss where time no longer exists;
only emptiness and fear
The night pulls me down,
I find myself in a net of darkness,
immersed in my childhood memories,
li...
Monday 20th April 2020 6:57 pm
Oblivion
Chasing wonders,
With a pen and a paper,
An empty sheet,
A piece of oblivion.
Staring blankly,
Eyes lost in the wilderness,
Once with a blink,
A whimper towards nothing.
Looking around,
Inside a four-cornered room,
Pastel purples,
In between the white curtains.
Oblivion,
Running strokes on the paper,
A pen and ink,
Breaking the bars of this cage.
Tuesday 4th June 2019 9:52 am
Indifference
Dull eyes, blank faces
fake smiles, fake concern.
The façade is demanding,
arduous, exhausting.
Which raises the question
Is faking worth it?
Saturday 30th December 2017 7:05 pm
Adamson Adrift
This piece, over twenty years old, came to me largely in a dream about being a poet.
Adamson Adrift
We sat on the wharf at East Balmain,
where the ferries make the Harbour
never still,
and Robert Adamson floated away
with grace on the violent tide,
as we looked on the streams
of the living
(as in air, we were in motion)
and in action, and relative calm
...Sunday 29th October 2017 2:21 pm
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