Tickets Please!

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Chances should come with stickers –
carrying instructions, like which buttons to press,
which way to turn
and how to survive those innocuous bouts
of life that intercede,

with their damp edges that peel way
and which always leave me stuck,
with nought but a panoply of wetness;

extremities made of stodge and glue,
at the very point where I thought
my life would start, until
I’d always dig a bit more,
only to find I had no real chance at all.

So, I have nothing.
On most days, I lift a dirty nail
to scape that crimped and lifeless
pape mache, only to reveal
the plastic drudge of the rain soaked window,
on this bus going nowhere –

to be fair, this bus takes me places
while I sleep, and feel safe,
and where I can sometimes peep under the skirtings
of life’s bitter edge without having
to peel it away.  Most days.

Ultimately, the traffic of heavy breath
unwittingly peels away the crudities
waiting for me once I get off;
such is the nature of rain soaked passengers
and do gooders all mixing to make my life hell.

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Mindless Control

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Looking out
on this piss pouring, cloudy day,

I find it hard to unravel.

My life,
inside this invidious smog,

includes those many ubiquities and other tawdry, awkward bits,
often unkind to my demeanour.
And, as a consequence, they are always sent reeling.

But then, I tend to reel them inland –
from LSD to intense, or
merely simple chats,
until nothing will rival that
unwinding, mind bending
anecdote of inner self and healing whilst reeling.

“If I am not myself,
then how can others
see me?

To me,
it was, and still is
a revelation.”

But looking out today
on this rainy morning,
I still feel nothing inspiring –

so  I drain away this fancy
and torturous pain,
to  at least allow me to see the question

of Who I am,

and how that makes me feel…

Ok,  I see.

Looking out
on this piss pouring, cloudy day,

I find it hard to unravel.

Rare Breeds

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A magnificence of feats,

if dear hearts survive testimony,

witness to the ills of humanity;

stubborn as it is smart,

lethal as it loving –

doomed from the off.

If one red breasted heave

survives our test of time –

life has not been in vain.

 

 

A Quadrille consists of 44 words.

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When I tore into his eyes with my defiant mind,
they were the deepest hazel; still soft and round – almost moist.
His dark stares had a reach, renowned to grab me.

My pale hands, soft, glistening, regimentally
moisturised and glassier than its dark history
or darting hiss, tried to smash the toxic air.

My hair, once silken with titian’s wondrous sheen,
separated easily – torn from my metaphorical scalp –
and farce – as my life was smashed away from my skeletal base.

Then the blood soaked rains would suddenly flow
like blood, muddied, but largely still broken.
It reminded me how fragile we are.

How fragile we are.  But more, how fragile we are perceived to be.

When struggles, even when redemptive, are slain,
and even though my fists, glassed and ready
are armed, they are too pristine…

and guilt free.  God help us all against a default society and
patriarchy.

On and on, the rage goes on, and on and on this bias
rocks our soul – but blood and flesh belong. Like the sun
and the burning evening skies sat bold and ready…

to glow with belief is not is a fragile state.

Tone

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With every sound
and each word uttered
there is pause,

a silence,
as if waiting for the touch
of a lover – distant still,
but out there.

Until such time,
words float as poetry
until caught and lightly wrought
on cool staves,

and as they stir,
no tone is forced, harsh
and breathy –

they wait and would wait
forever –
as every song, like love,
is incomplete
until it hears its own echo.

Microplastics – Grains of Humanity #Rant/Haiku

 

I’ve just watched a documentary about the plastics devastation to our world.  Cheap, strong, light…. deadly.  Decades into this nightmare is seeing the prolonged use and production and the research of such manifest.   By now the consumption by marine life all the way up the food chain not only kills and maims, it has long since seeped into their>our deadly diet.  New findings reveal that plastic for some reason carries bacteria that is both harmful to us and marine life.

Small clean up groups and small innovations will not be able to attack fully or kill this giant disaster; global action from wealthy governments need to turn off single use plastic taps and invest in saving planetary life.  When the ocean dies, we die.   It is monstrous what we continue to pump into the oceans each day.  Despite added pressure by us the consumer on huge industries, experts reckon that production is set to rise by a massive 500% a year as we go forward.  The more we do is countermanded by this greed, ineptitude of big business.  Governments whether in denial or corruption based leave peoples no other option than to send their waste to the nearest rivers due to the lack of effective recycle or sanitary conditions.

And here in the west, we do it too!  We need global action, guidelines and enforcement.  Now.    This scourge has travelled to the far, far reaches that scientists find mind boggling.  From the Antarctic, the north and south poles, to life in seas so deep, that we are only just discovering vast species that live there… they are all stuffed with harmful pieces of plastics and microplastics (material no bigger than 1mm).

A huge proportion of birds fail take off due to the weight of plastic in their stomachs.  Birds feed plastic to their young every second we breathe.   Birds are a main source in gathering this vital information.  Shocking, disgusting and heart wrenching are just some of the words used by renowned scientists today.

We ought to be doing a whole hell of a lot more.  Educate ourselves more.   We can never live without certain plastics by now, but with the amount of resources floating around this planet today , it is shocking how little is being done, and how much by those who have nothing!  We need to share that and put an end to this and harmful single use, extraneous objects we do not need –  if we care to at least save some semblance of a future for our great, great grandchildren.

But to be honest, I care more about the other sentient life forces on this planet that we have cruelly disrupted than I do the former.  Hunted to extinction, garrotted by deadly plastics, suffering malnutrition due to heavy consumption of plastics on a daily basis.  Numerous species are being wiped out.  Whales torn in two by fisherman loath to adapt to new innovations and dumping their gear – a major killer and torturer of marine life.

Fishing gear and debris is a main source of cruelty and death in the oceans today.  Imagine young marine life ie young seals struggling to live, breathe, grow and feed whilst being strangled by plastic wires around their necks until they are decapitated.  Apply that to almost every contributor on this planet, going about their lives in this way, because of us.  All whilst we get on with every day things, from school, gas bills to the death of our dog, while drinking from our one hundredth, unnecessary, shop bought plastic bottle that we survived pretty well without for most of our lives.  This planet encompasses all of that.  But know that research has yet to unlock what effects to our hormones, reproduction and other this plastic epidemic is having on us – and also, if we cannot eat the food we hunt…  Already other sentient beings are showing signs of all of this.  This nightmare.  Use the tools we have.  Become educated.  Act!

We (humanity) are yet another blip on this planet – worth seconds in the scheme of things. Yet, we have been the most deadly and poisonous one.

Once soft were oceans
We are deadly assassins
Oh misery, we

Thank you for reading, and I hope it encourages a lot of you to ‘do’, create and instil in others the most basic of change.  Join this global revolution and take the time to learn what you might achieve, ie do not buy single use plastic, petition companies, change your habits.  Find out all you need to do.   This is so huge it is the stuff of nightmares.