Poetry Blog by ZTK Space
Paul Sayer on Advanced Civilization You Say (Top Of The Tree Candidacy Edition) (Tue, 14 Jul 2020 08:25 am)
Advanced Civilization You Say
(Top Of The Tree Candidacy Edition)
He didn't need to write poetry to be stolen
From his hard drive,
And yeah he could play keys like
Was only allowed to 'do' hip hop!
The check boxes to fake a Doctors concern
(the new found predator right before their eyes)
were never once ticked, or drawn ...
Tuesday 14th July 2020 5:22 am
How else to make a possible union, implausible,
How else to besmirch a positive graduation,
How else, but within a coma?
There within realms of Sirius, a Blue Sun grants
A helping hand to an old planet where fledgling concepts
Are denied expansions of thoughts, feelings, futures,
For the 'old' deception for new babes
Does not want of realization, where within...
Saturday 11th July 2020 1:03 pm
Our race is lost,
what has won is our disgrace,
our race, is lost,
no other body be granted,
no more planet for us in space.
Our race is lost,
for now you buy your air,
our race is lost,
don't ever, ever, ever again state for children - you care!
DON'T EVER, EVER AGAIN.
Thursday 21st May 2020 7:37 am
So they come they go they talk they.......
so they come they go they never
know the anguish, never know the
longing held in solitary, never understand
oh for five just to be
back before this self that once
was owned but, as lonesome,
only an inept eternity that
spans all vacant dimension - known futility;
has every clock stopped,
Wednesday 20th May 2020 5:45 am
Salt of The Earth
It moves slowly down
The highest of brow’s,
Taken like metal to magnet;
A floor where the highest of intellects,
Rejoins the races in spaces
Not the largest of wallets escape.
She sits pretty,
High on high claiming the
Food of adoration of fans,
The sweat gathering speed
As bleeding, she still claims
Sunday 10th May 2020 9:35 am
Snow In Summer
I have no will to speak of,
So upon these walls my door is open,
I have no will to speak of and,
I am sure you will take what applies
Without a fight.
I have no funds for burial,
So let the sky be my only cover,
No hole worth the effort and, the flies
Will want of nourishment, they at least,
Thankful for my, presence.
I have no family to speak of,
Sunday 10th May 2020 7:37 am
A Council of Twelves For Counsel of Life
(The Deep Request)
Thirty years ago,
I stood equatorial with high adventure –
A young buck with prowess and skill,
Trained and tanned – and shoot to kill,
A bronze of boy with blonde of hair and,
I thought the devil wouldn’t challenge
Me at all, wouldn’t dare strike my tall,
Friday 24th April 2020 12:11 am
Some of my prose is placed within music I have produced.
One such piece is in this production on Youtube. So I have given you the link to the video.
God bless moog.............enjoy, perhaps some added spice to Write Out Loud.
Keep creative. Stay good, stay.................safe.
Thursday 16th April 2020 4:06 pm
Two Sides of the Same Coin Franked From Bulshit
Such beauty does insist until your
Feet are placed upon the ground,
Then all around the ugliness persists
The greatest lie is found………
My hands are at side,
Palms upturned as though benevolence
Places a meeting here in peace,
And then I look upon my palm –
Tight and taut - the skin, young
Thursday 16th April 2020 3:59 pm
The Chance They Always Lie
On the left side of the hearth wall –
A tall lamp stands without a shade, and there
Towards the right, pictures of a family gone
Many years ago, faces fresh, smiling, happy.
The centre-piece of the wall is the
Wood burning stove, not been lit for weeks now,
The ash still there around the feet, the stone
Not polished but, old,
Old is w...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 5:03 am
Mister Phillip Glass Sir, please forgive me but, I thought this piece would make great an accompaniment to your very thought provoking works. If it upsets you, I will remove the piece but, I am a fan of your works and hope you understand how it most definitely feels valid and sits well.
Facades is an Orchestral Piece written By Phillip Glass.
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:23 pm
...............wake..............or live in death.
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:08 pm
....................save us oh lord..............
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:05 pm
..........stay at home..............they say.
Saturday 28th March 2020 3:59 pm
The Silent Commodities Born Poor
The treasure chest is full,
And many a full treasure chest are there
Secretly concealed in caves, in safes,
In Nuclear Bunkers,
In the avarice mind of our Gaoler.
Now the cull,
Now the greed is there for a good
While – there be no need for
The silent commodities born poor,
A wealth of their intellect...
Friday 20th March 2020 9:32 am
I wrote this a good what, fifteen or twenty years ago. I dunno where the original paper or disc form of it is. I have lost that much over the years, some of which (unless gathered by GCHQ), lost forever.
anyhow, hope you enjoy it and yeah, you're allowed a smile at the reference made to Locke, Berkerley and Hulme.
keep going, stay strong, stay creative.
It's only ...
Monday 16th March 2020 2:40 pm
.......this is I hope, a treat for those understanding soldiers, and of course
the many fans of Rudyard Kipling.
Tommy by Rudyard Kipling (Read by ZTK Space)
former Royal Corps of Signals.
Monday 16th March 2020 2:30 pm
......a look back to Africa.
I hope, as the Masai and Kikuyu now return to thier homesteads and villages, 'we' the primitive West, learn from them!
Monday 16th March 2020 2:26 pm
Transcode – The Return To Middle Earth
Between this Full Moon and I this night;
A Dragons wing - translucent guided by
A Silent prayer,
A worried concern of scattered
Fallen trees, no owl accompaniment of
Wisp of air, no call of Pine-cat hunting
Way below, or Deer to ruck beyond
A Winters thaw.
Our Highland Ghost, no more
Monday 16th March 2020 6:43 am
The Loan Of Bread Now Stale
Back there last year as the chill began,
I swear I snatched the cordite in a jar
To sense a longing hope,
For there as stars were only a second away
A wish for heartfelt government stands yet
To this day,
Is then our Winter reflection as the flame
Seeks to top the stove while the malt lingers
On the ...
Monday 16th March 2020 6:41 am
The Dance and Trickery of Evil
There are concepts beyond the illusory,
Subtlety’s you are invited to but never quite snatch,
They never enlighten presence upon you
And request only, you sit, sit loathingly in doubt -
As all question who came first,
The bird we salivate and eat -
Or egg – yet,
‘they,’ are already picking argument and killing any,
Monday 16th March 2020 6:37 am
Beyond The Gone Crowd
There is a blind that cares for me,
A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,
The colour, no consequence, no form or
Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,
Colour changes shape and shine, shadow
Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.
Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope
Of life outside be...
Friday 6th December 2019 9:44 pm
Above The Fluttering Butterfly
Today I saw you again,
We spent time in haste and silent tears,
Believing in only faults declared by others,
Today the time was brief, as if the first
Stage of a future king, a future queen.
I know the sorrow you live,
For there is my presence, right there
Upon your intuition, right there where
The glance is t...
Thursday 5th December 2019 6:09 pm
It is getting real dirty and shitty for Veterans. 2 weeks ago another comrade of mine from the troop I served with, died of Sudden Death.
It is always Sudden Death they list.
The oppo I handed my detachment to at Al Jabayl died the same way in front of his family. He was only 44. Andrew Egan. There are too many and I don't want to count them anymore. All have one thing in common, association...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 3:00 pm