Monday, June 15, 2020

present future past

Empires built with the bones of others,
flesh & blood of fathers ,sisters, brothers, mothers.

Empires now revisiting the bricks of its stolen past,
foundations from pilfered flesh will sadly never last.

Sins of the fathers, brothers, mothers, daughters,
as histories bronzes now sink down in cold silent still waters.

Scream at mans mountains, built by tone deaf hands,
winds of change a blowing, a gale force fan.

Veneers of our own poise established thinking,
perforated full of holes & is now rapidly sinking.

Limbering towards our new uncertain future,
creation of which, has been our own set creature.

Frailties of visions,  pathetic greedy selfish man.
outcomes now known, we setting our final plan.

Staring wide eyes  through an impenetrable veil,
persevere forward , we can now only simply set sail.

Looking up but we all just see down,
head to feet, not sensing the divine crown.

Beneath ones skin , we see the sky,
now delve deep into ones own simple minds eye.

A reckoning is being sought from men long since dead,
metallic unfeeling eyes, current bronzed minded heads.

People now seeking justice from histories infringement masters,
hunting for past architects of this current systems deplorable disasters.

A structure built on the back of human suffering with greed,
will struggle with its longevity and will fail to succeed.

A true structure built on good values, spiritual justice & fine morals,
is a structure born from honourability, worth more than fine corals.

Remember what we learn about building structures on earth,
is that its about using honourable foundations in an empires birth.

wordsmith - Tarquin J Nostmad

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

freedom - a wildetect's wild thoughts

Once I gave my freedom to a 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 a single ray of light,
I was blinded by its magnificence so, so incredibly bright.

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

So be careful where you attach your principles & values,
Be careful what storms, thought & light will try & 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 Notsmad - 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 talks back.

Beyond the light, into the fire,
speaks a voice, that's 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?