The Absence

The absence of sound is crushing -
a ferocious gale of louring silence,
it deafens; or that's how it feels -
ears become useless as eyes take control:

The absence of darkness and light -
a sightless vortex of nothing,
as far as the eyes can see, in blindness -
eyes become useless as mind takes control:

The absence of thought is a sin -
a crime in the midst of the mind,
impulses strike out at nothing -
mind becomes useless as heart takes control.

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I Am The Beginning

I am the sun and I am the moon
I am the transcendental aum.
I am the spirit and Supersoul
I am the nothing, I am the whole.
I am the stars and I am the Earth
I am the value and I am the worth.
I am the path and I am the trend
I am the beginning, middle and end.

I am the promise and I am the lie
I am destruction and all things that die.
I am creation and things that are born
I am the seed, the stamen and thorn.
I am the banyan, the oak and all trees
I am the ocean, the rivers and seas.
I am the stomach, the lungs and the heart
I am the beginning and I am the start.

I am the knowledge and I am the truth
I am the feather, the claw and the tooth.
I am the fish, the whale and the shark
I am the light and I am the dark.
I am the sky and I am the birds
I am the greatest of letters and words.
I am the carriage and I am the wheels
I am the beginning and end of all ills.

I am the autumn of golden leaves
I am everything that breathes.
I am the winter when the snow falls
I am the elephant and I am the horse.
I am the flowers that bloom in the spring
I am the queen and I am the king.
I am the summer when the sun shines
I am the beginning and end of all time.

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Aforth! (and a timely shower)

A Star, he danced cross hills and streams,
Bringing now his Light; now his Dark -
But then! Afore his eyes saw the Star a frame:
On that frame, a man - Star hark:

"Aforth!" crieth the Star "Tis positing;
Aye, my darling, posed unseemly my mood!
Let us - shall we? - aye, for tis the time
Myself, but, the Star, I am... ve'rude!

"What! What is this? Do I see; yes, yes!
A shower; a timely shower indeed, oh!
For these drops; they fall; oh my Saviour
Brung aforth! Aforth! I cry: my credo!"

The Star he did fall; and fall did he far
No more could he see - no, nevermore -
For what didst he see? Nought but a tear!
And they dragged him down to the floor...

A tear, shed, for the corruption of sin
Upon that frame! An ending, a start;
But for the Star, bringing the Light:
"Oh, my darling! Pared from thine heart!"

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birth

she closes up but she cannot contain
the torrent that threatens to tear her apart.
for a moment, too brief, far too brief,
a moment that passes in the blink of an eye;
for a moment, she keeps it all dammed in,
but a sob escapes, then a wail, and more.
the pain is astounding, the anger too.
the fury, she is overwhelmed, it flows on,
on and over her, she cannot keep up.
it washes over her, and she drowns, she sinks.
she's in her next life.

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life

we are the universe in bloom:
we are the petals, open to attract -
the bees, the rest of the bloom;
but beneath our beauty is life,
the great vast expanse of life -
and it grows and thrives and lives,
without us, and within us.
we are the surface, we are the life,
but without us, it lives on:
the universe, for all eternity,
till the end of time,
and the end of space.

and spring comes around again.

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believe

don't believe what they tell you
they don't
know
shit
get to the core of the secret
root out the truth
what they tell you isn't true
don't believe what they tell you
they'll tell
you
lies
get to the bottom of it all
they pretend they know
what they tell you is all made up
don't believe what they tell you
they know
fuck
all
get to the soul of the truth
it's there to find
what they tell you is rubbish
don't believe what they tell you
they'll feed
you
crap
get to the front of the crowd
you can find out
what they tell you is all wrong
don't believe what they tell you
they don't
trust
you
get to the top of the heap
and don't trust them
what they tell you is lies
don't believe what they tell you
they don't
know
shit
get to the bottom of it all
it's there to find
what they tell you is all wrong
don't believe what they tell you

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a simple slide from majesty

majesty
at once both cool
and calm passing out
amongst the crowds
a wave here and then
stop and descend
and looking down
below is a good place

to fall
a fall from majesty
neither cool nor calm
merely

on the floor again
and looking up
for a place to go
a gap in the lines
and hide
somewhere away
from all the stares
red-faced and lost
a simple slide from
majesty

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Brick through my window

"Go home" they told me!
I am home - whose window do you think that was?
Whose carpet is it, covered now in dust
And broken glass, and some liquid? It smells.
It burns! See those flames, now that's a cocktail!
You know, I think someone has spiked the punch.
Punch straight to the clavicle, straight to the head.
Oh, now that hurts. That really hurts, leave me alone.
Let me go home, I feel better,
I'll check myself out.

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Aspiring

3 little caterpillars sitting in a rosebush
Looking at the sky, they wonder what it feels like.
2 little caterpillars sitting in a rosebush
1 little butterfly flying from the garden.
2 little butterflies flying from the garden
1 little caterpillar sitting in a rosebush.
3 little butterflies flying from the garden
Looking at the rosebush, they try to remember.

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From above, we all look like ants.

Oh ant, chief ant, you're crawling low
beneath a bush, hid from Lord Sun;
His heat; His light; and heaven's glow;
Your soldier ants, their fighting done,
are damned from now to the end of days
for following orders and your word;
And Lord Sun beats with His hot rays
upon their heads; oh ant, unstirred,
if you truly care about their lives,
give new orders: turn, and rout,
return, soldier ants, to your hives;
It's not cowardice, the truth will out:
the bush is burning bright enough
to hide Lord Sun's eternal light
for now; But soon, in just a puff,
the bush will die, and what's right
will come to be once more for all;
Chief ant, you stay beneath the bush
but you'll never hear another call,
you'll pass on, and Lord Sun will push
once more across a deep blue sky
and shine His light upon the ground,
but it's up to us if we shall die,
if we fade away without a sound.

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