Poetry Blogs (philosophy)
a tingle up the spine
a reminder that sensation goes beyond
what is in front of us
the eyes can only see so much
and the neck only swivel so far
too much space, too little view
to prove existence of a world
beyond this prison
Saturday 25th April 2020 5:37 am
What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden?
What would you keep holy?
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:00 pm
We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:44 am
i know you don’t care/i know it doesn’t matter/ i know these words are stupid/and i know nothing does anything. i know i’m only good/when i can have line breaks/i know this isn’t pretty but neither am i/ i know/ i know/ i know nothing / that’s all a man can know / a fool is he who thinks he has knowledge / a wise man is one who knows that he knows nothing / i am both / let me be a fool for you
Wednesday 18th March 2020 9:38 am
I took both pills now I’m stuck in the Matrix,
Aware of this reality yet struggling to shake it.
Can’t fake it - feels too real,
Trying to find truth in amongst the spiel.
But that’s life as we’ve been conditioned
yet what do we choose?
Can a sovereign body be abused?
Or a spirit!
Or a soul!
must the rabbit have a hole?
I turned right at Albuquerque, now I’m in the zone....
Monday 9th March 2020 9:50 pm
Witnessing their eyes glimmer,
as their lacerated heart was bleeding,
trying. I couldn’t pressure ignorance to clot-
blood pulsing while they leered,
the plasma seeping those callous headlines,
exhibiting grief in a page spread
with the hatred that slowly kills.
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:09 pm
Stars cloaked the fading pallet,
a shade turning black,
a backdrop to the scene
of ticking mind,
dusk becoming the sightless engineer
that oils those thoughts
colouring them to rust,
forced to start over.
Saturday 29th February 2020 1:36 pm
A poem from my drawerling,
to wit red notebook 1998
what is a nothingness?
solely an adumbration of
the voidness – forsakenness
an accustomary expression
an extinct volcano
– ad invinitum
the little animal
killed by the children
haply a starlet
- the dead
a ground of the bosomlet
the whole pict...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 7:33 am
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:44 am
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:29 am
Do we choose who we really are?
Do we decide what things we do?
Do we have the power to shape our lives?
And make our dreams come true?
Do we have a say what is in store?
And what will be our fate?
Are we in full control our minds?
Can we help it's happy state?
Or do the gods govern this world?
Is there any point in resistance?
But if you ask me who's really in charge,
I say we cont...
Saturday 8th February 2020 8:36 pm
The philosophers will burn themselves into fresh air the perfume of truth.
What is truth without a universe of tangible objects?
Is the perceivable reality just an allusion to what is formless? A sign post to the beyond for those no longer satisfied with a physical life?
The unconscious and sex seem to be purely motivated by a fear of death. Without that fear how would people and sexual...
Friday 31st January 2020 12:14 pm