Wednesday, May 13, 2020

freedom - a wildetect's wild thoughts


Once I gave my freedom to the storm,
Scattered my power to the four winds forlorn.

Once I gifted my liberty to a single thought,
I was bound, gagged & internally caught.

Once I attached my values to the light,
I was blinded by its magnificence so bright.

It was only once with truth & honor I aligned,
Rest, solitude and internal strength I did find.

So be careful where you attach your values,
Be careful what storms, thought & light will tell you.

QJD - 2020

Saturday, March 28, 2020

spirit of the world reset by man.

The world has been stopped, in forced reset,
back and beyond, design by man beset.

With anxious intrepidation, minds now unfold,
to a forced new beginning, uncertain not bold.

New alphabet, new language , new insecure future,
carved from sandstone, a flimsy sculpted creature.

With man at the helm, its now doomed to fail,
a steam train of twisted metal , designed to derail.

Greedy man, greedy minds, greedy virus thought,
a future design by corrupt man, is now fully bought.

See the works , see the single manmade banner,
through this small verse, so is thrown the proverbial spanner.

Dont be fooled by charlatans, offering sciences political hope,
its heroine, crack cocaine, its mind numbing destructive dope.

Rather look to whats not from a manmade material,
we must look confidently towards the spiritual ethereal.

Our salvation rests in the times before time.
when  it was very clear to man, who drew the line.

Tanquin J Oarsmad - 2020




Thursday, March 19, 2020

driving a tempest vault

The raging maelstrom sandstorm is like an impenetrable solid mist.

men suddenly appear through the windshield, seeming to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia.
As grounded apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce storm.

immediately  they are swallowed up by the tempests malevolent energy.
leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks rippling in the wind, which seem now like wild plumage in the raging storm.
the rag tag feathered men  now are completely ingested by  sand and fog and mist, gone but not unseen.
was it rather just a brief second of time, perhaps of anger and vengeance?
a fleating vision or perhaps a perceived dust point cloud entity, within the violent chasm of the abyss?


Friday, March 13, 2020

walk the eyes

I talk to a man, with gaunt dark ring eyes,
flesh falling from his frame, skin and bone is his demise.

He tells me a tale, both happy & sad,
of a time of plenty , & a time it all went bad.

his body fails him, his life is a mood,
his taste buds are weakened, he has no desire for food.

he mumbles some words, which he tells to me,
"i remember a time , when I was fat and happy."


QJD 2020

journeys horizon line 2020

Beyond the night, into the black ,
speaks a voice, that never looks back.

Beyond the light, into the fire,
speaks a voice, thats full with desire.

Walk the road, run the mile,
make decisions, hope wont defile.

End the journey, stop  insight,
break these shackles or remain & fight?

QJD 2020

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Feb 2020 - how quickly the landscape can change

Virus ,virus burning bright, in our cities of the night!
what mortal hand & eye, made thy fearful asymmetry?

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

The Bear

The powerful Northern Bear, that now tortures the peaceable & crushes innocent doves,  smashing the passive with its mighty blood dripping claw.
Its a very sad indictment to those White Washed Grave Minders who now lead such a giant of a bear, towards brutalising innocence.
Mindless attacks for the sake of Babylon and her cohorts. For far to long W2GM have you been drinking the blood of the innocent. Beware that the mighty Northern Bear does not now turn its attentions on YOU!!

QJD 2019