Tuesday, May 12, 2009

ASPIRING

snatching glimpses from the window of a speeding train
Life flashes before us much too fast for our brain.
In our vague attempt to latch onto the tangible
We create our future, exquisite, terrible.
If the accelerating blur becomes definite,
We step off the train into the infinite.

QJD. : 2006. - COPYRIGHT

VICE

WHAT IS THIS THAT WE CALL A VICE ?
THAT FOULS OUR MIND LIKE LEGEONS OF LICE.

A TINY INSIGNIFICANT THOUGHT,
OVERWHELMS OUR MIND AS OUR SOUL IS BOUGHT.

OUR PALMS SPREAD UP OUR HEADS FORWARD BENT.
AS WE AGAIN HEAD TOWARDS FROM WHENCE WEVE BEEN SPENT.

ONCE MORE WE LOOK TO CAREFULLY PREPARE
THE BLACKHOLE WE KNOW WILL LEAD TO DESPAIR.

THIS TINY PROBLEM IS UNDER CONTROL WE THINK.
AS WE SLOWLY STRETCH OUR PALM FOR THE NEXT SMALL DRINK.

QJD – 2006
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BITTER

BITTER MAN , BITTER FEARS
BITTER THOUGHTS , BITTER IDEAS.

BITTER MOUTH , BITTER VOICES
BITTER EYE , BITTER CHOICES.

BITTER OUTLOOK , BITTER SPEECH.
BITTER PERSON , BITTER PEACH.

BETTER IGNORE, BETTER SHUN,
BETTER LEAVE, BETTER RUN.

QJD – 2005
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THE PASSIVE – 2007

WICKEDNESS BREEDS
WHERE ARROGANCE SUCCEEDS.

JEALOUSY CONTEMPT
LIFE FORCE SPENT.

WITH ANGER AND HATE
DEATH YOUR FATE.

WHIMSY DECIDE
GO WITH THE TIDE.

GO AGAINST THE FLOW.
ENEMIES YOU KNOW.

CONTENTED KIND
YOURSELF FIND

SIMPLE IS PURE
THE MEEK ENDURE.

QJD – 2007
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INSOMNIA

Our minds won’t switch off thought runs deep.
Between soundly awake yawning wide asleep,

Ideas float past like a ship in a storm,
unaccounted rows of sheep dejected forlorn.

Concepts dissolve mind struggles to conceive,
Persevere we must , rest we struggle to achieve.

"annihilate don’t procrastinate" chants through the mind
driven forward for solace, sleeps elusive summit to find.

The oppressive air is now sparse very thin,
the night reaps closer prospects appear grim.

A new day emerges beyond night’s swirling storm.
Thoughts, the mindset every decisions seem torn.

The pasts future challenges opportunity missed.
One foot must simply pass the next, as we plod headlong into the abyss.

QJD : 09 / 2006. - COPYRIGHT

Earth Mother

"Oh Earth Mother"

Are you not itching now
With the terminal mankind virus.

As they callously crawl over your surface,
with their thick tar encrusted carbunkles.

Harvesting all your resources and destructively setting them to work against you.

The scourge of his many cities, flake on your surface. Like scabbies and boils, blighting your virgin soil.

Man's taming of the wild, is to now simply massacre absolutely every single living creature, plant & organism. As he destructively deep mines your depths for perceived feckless value. When Mankind's altruistic balance of his collective, is much, much greater than his current innate destructive nature. We will start to overthrow this vicious mankind virus deep within your psychic and our veins.

Now simply, we awate the antidote of understanding with patience, as this viscious collective virus runs its imbecelic destructive course. 

Until this inevitable written cure, i feel your deep pain.

"My Earth Mother"

Tarquin J Oarsmad. : 2008.

DERELICT SEA COTTAGE

OH WHAT SECRETS AN OLD SEA COTTAGE COULD TELL.
SALTY WALLS WOULD KNOW THESE SECRETS WELL.
WHISPERING TIMES OF HEAVEN & TIMES OF HELL.
A DECAYED AIRE ALONG WITH A MUSTY SMELL.
AS I AMBLE THROUGH YOUR DELAPIDATED SHELL.
IMAGINING WEARY TRAVELERS RINGING YOUR BELL.
TO THE FAMILIES LIVES BEFORE THEY HAD TO SELL.
THE JUBULANT CRY OF A CELEBRATED YELL.

TO THE DEEP DEPRESSION OF A FINANCIAL LULL.
THE CONFIDENTAIL TALK OF A FAITHFUL PALL.
TO THE PLAINTIFF CRY OF A LONESOME GULL.

HOWEVER THE STORIES WITHIN YOUR OLD WALLS BEFELL.
THEY ARE NOW LOST FOREVER, AS I BID YOU A SAD FAREWELL.


QJD – 2007

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CONTINUED REVOLUTION – 2007

IN THE INKY BLACKNESS OF EARLY MORN
I AWAIT THE LIGHT OF THIS DAYS DAWN.

TO FALL APON MY UPTURNED FACE
AND WITH ITS WARMTH MY SOUL EMBRACE.

MY NEW BEGINNING SLATE SWEPT CLEAN
FUTURES VISION MY ETERNAL DREAM

TO STEP IN PACE WITH THE MOVING SKY
THE PATH IS LIT FOR THY SIMPLE EYE.

DUSK APPROACHES THE SETTING SUN
THE DAYS END, TIME IS DONE.

AGAIN I AWAIT A NEW DAYS LIGHT
TO RECTIFY WRONGS, TO PURSUE RIGHT.

QJD – 2007
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Starving intersection desperado.

emancipation
As our society tries to slip past a desperatly hungry man, his imploring eyes are purposefully ignored by everyone in there personal motorised tin bubble.

Society feels that this intersection desperado is actually a very wealthy fraudster masquerading as a skinny, gaunt, lazy, emancipated figure.

The bulging eyes is a cunning trick to extract money from the heartless witch in the merc 3 cars down. After all, her trick was to sit on her purse and marry the CEO of a bank. Not for love but a cunning ploy to extract money from the Callous Egotistical, Orifice milking our accounts.

You see a man who is forced to starve to death next to a busy intersection, eventually starts smiling at our democratic society as it roars callously past.

Society stares back impassively wondering if its going to be take out again tonight, eat out or all about the sour crout, leaving us in no doubt that a man can starve and die in full view of our terminally ill society.

True cruelty is us watching this real life survivor at a traffic light intersection. His challenge on this desperate reality show of his, is to extract a marmite sarmie from a carload of voluminously fat, fleshy South Africans, 7 deep from the light.

QJD dsigen sutdio: 2007

MAIDEN’S SAD STARE

The secrets of a newly ploughed field.
Age-old mysteries are now revealed.

Voluptuous hills, silently aware,
young mans fists, his maiden’s sad stare.

The horizons curve kissed by many a sun.
Young soulful eyes upturned should have run.

The pottery chard’s broken and shattered
Earth rows upturned, bones now scattered.

As the plough turns earth to skies.
Unseeing , staring are deep hollow eyes.

Two hundred years the ground concealed
An old dead mans secret is now revealed.

Her bones are broken and brutally battered,
Her name was Marie – not that it mattered.

As the plough mans course is unaware.
Of the young mans fists, his maiden’s sad stare.

QJD – 2007
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Born of earth

As powerful nations weld together great cultures unite.
Empires deviate with the fusion of manys might,

Hybrid offspring of these unions all melt together,
Blending examples of a new vision to measure.

The colorful blood mingles into mankind’s’ progressive legacy.
Forming the blue liquid of a new dynamic society.

A society cementing its own fundamental traditions legacy.
Borrowing from predecessors, always the phoenix, looking for infamy.

Purity of one bloodline is filtered refined through all the great.
Exciting passage through history’s future progressive gate.

The sinister kills this progression completely dead!!
As the blue blood of dynamic vision turns to mortal red

As it realizes its permanent end , a thorny price to pay!
The phoenix must not be extinguished as flaming passions ebb away

With the lifeblood of yet another out spoken poet.
An entire fabric of the choice society is ripped apart

The cold ground looks to envelope the soul of a budding culture.
The rancid reaper watches salivating, ghoulish , the vulture.

The human spirit is as strong as the optimum of its collective soul.
The catalyst for a cure must hurry before hearts turn to coal.

Imune difficiency invites the icy waters of dark despair,
To stifle our cries and dampen a developing nations flare.

Persevere & strive for a great expectation.
Molding & sculpting this new culture - A fragile creation.


Tarquin J Oarsmad : 01 / 06 / 2006 -COPYRIGHT