Detaching To Become Whole
There’s no (Magical) ‘Elixir’
… fix yourself,
with much patience.
Create compassion,
and eat your own fill first.
Recognise any unfairness
directed at you,
in a detached way,
whilst also realising
your part in the proceedings
… continuing to interact
with mean, selfish people
(I’m being polite here)
after discovering their truth,
is foolishly accepting
a future ‘Energy Exchange’.
The best lessons
are learnt through
‘Trial and Error’
… accept yourself,
and acknowledge
each tree ring of growth…
as you gradually become
a (Self-Sufficient) ‘Universe’.
Reflections on Charred Landscape, 1960
I wasn’t cheating; I was lost all afternoon
in Lee Krasner’s ‘Umber Paintings’
… I’ve become a different person now.
I’ve witnessed friends
taper ‘romance’ into ‘comedy’ eventually
… and I can’t quite forgive them for it.
I blame ‘Agape Love’
for turning glorious, burning sunsets
into ordinary things
… no God’s watching as we lose Glory.
Kafka’s nervous mental fidgeting
is more ‘Common’ than you’d imagine
… I see where your curious footsteps
are leading you… and I care too much
to watch your ‘Bright Colours’… Darken.
Yes, That Was Clever… But 14 Dominoes Along Is Where Things Get Sticky
Apparently, Alec Guinness enjoyed partaking
in teasing and gossiping…
I’d rather go straight for the throat!
Your ‘Talking Tough’,
but behind the posturing
your essence (what little there is)
reeks of musty old man’s corduroy breeches.
Some ‘Dodgem Car’, while others ‘Ballet’
their way through the haphazard day…
both ‘Knife-Edge’ and ‘Country Walk’
are relevant and needed… to keen and slick
our continuous rotations
along and through the ridiculous ‘Circles’
that help us progress up to Levels
which the comfortable never end up reaching.
More Hand-Me-Downs, Please
She explained, matter-of-factly
… read Jung and Nietzsche,
and all of those other
heavy hitters, by all means.
But, hand in hand…
I would suggest listening
to ‘Old People’, last lap
and backwards looking.
Not about their successes
and achievements, loves
and travels, moments of pride.
No-no: their regrets, missed
chances, wrong turnings,
the times when they
foolishly painted themselves
into frustrating corners…
with doubt, hesitation,
nonchalance and arrogance.
Then, how they learned to live
… and carry on, filling once
empty hands, and smiling again.
No-No… I’ve Got This
Becoming a Mountain to the Storm
takes TIME…
from leaf, to bough, to tree,
you must shake, bend, and bre/ak.
Keeping the furnace
hidden yet aglow
deep within your Heart…
adapt, and face the external World
exactly as it is, without blinkers on.
This will HURT…
your Soul will stretch upon the rack
of incomprehension, disgust,
and dismay… until it AGES.
The Transformation
must ROOT…
from within; no ‘masks’ will do…
your ‘Strength’ must grow
Independent of everything
but your own ‘Logic’ and ‘Intuition’.
Until There Is No Breathing Room Outside Of Your Craft
Massive, like Johanna Van Gogh-Bonger’s
‘To-Do List’… Talent is a gift
but Master Artists are built
over an entire lifetime of slog and grind
… crawling through nightmares,
rejections, addiction, violence,
imprisonment, abandonment,
insanity, poverty, defeat, exile
and every other layer of hell imaginable…
just to grasp the fragile POWER
of being able to alchemise
‘moth wing powder’… smudged…
along the decaying corpse-lips
of a long-dead ‘Love’… through
the sherbet-kisses of a new Summer
Romance… and out into the tight-walk
of an Autumnal Partnership… augmenting.
Wrong Poem For Adrenaline
Spiritual ‘Retributive Justice’ is not a sentence
… (Karma is running concurrently,
just as always)… but like Embarrassment,
it’s a momentary Punishment
meant to trigger an inner awareness…
that, besides certain behaviours
being wrong/criminal/abhorrent
… there are Internal ‘Consequences’ also.
‘Lingering’ is damaging and futile…
Ego has no place in ‘Lesson Learning’,
The Trial is over… and your character
can not only heal, but also grow…
from that unsettling and unpleasant experience.