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The rich man and the poor man Heard the knock upon the door The rich man had the longer drive So Death had walked the more Come in! Come in! and have some gin! The goose is nearly done! At which Death shone a rictus grin - One's work is rarely fun The Priest and King whose entrails sting With poison lord the land Thus beckon in their kith and kin Who scythes with equal hand You see! You see! My serfs are free! No souls beyond the gate! I see your traded currency Said Death, perhaps too late Fractured as the person lives Net of takes and net of gives Who can tell where ledger lies In truth, with all or nothing eyes? I made my money! All hard earned! - At other's schools, their methods learned And taller trees on merit grow The forest floor inherits so! And Death looked on with Timeless eyes And yawned at those who plagiarise Though humans cloud in gathering mist He saw the word 'philanthropist' As the polyp coral bound Grasps at life a...

Phantom limb, phantom pain, Phantom phantom in the brain, Two at once the conscious seed, One to write, and one to read.

Spring up, fair Arab! Heed the call, The Autumn tweets the Tyrant's fall, The Summer Sun sets in the West, And Eastern Winter lays to rest Thy leaves upon a crimson sand, Thy scattered seeds by holy hand, Know that thou suffered but in vain! As poppies hang in daisy chain Around the neck of Human, See! The planting of thy future Tree. Two blooms upon a desart land May grow sincerest creed That each themselves a flower Grand And each the other weed Yet all grow under the same Sun And grew from the same Seed.

It's National Poppy-washing day! Now Poppy-wash your sins away! Remember that the greatest sin Was stupid fuckers joining in Perhaps to you it looks absurd The hordes that ran to join the herd And you at least are not a sheep But only for the fallen weep And how they suffered! How you're sad! And how you're free! And how you're glad! And how you advertise such Grace With stupid bloody poppy face And while you're joining in it's true As monkey see so monkey do Remember that they died that you May one day be a poppy too.

Donald! Donald! tyger bright Panther prowling through the night What infernal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful oratory? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt thy burka melted eyes? On what whims dare he aspire? What the voter seize the fire? In the land of sanguine woe - Could forge the plastic GI Joe Could fetch it from the furnace deep And in their horrid ribs dare steep And keep or worse Guantanamo? In what clay & in what mould Were their eyes of fury roll'd? And what anvil, what black art Could twist the advertisers heart What the ghost? & what the flea? Dare paint thy false democracy? And what hammer? And what chain? Could fire the forests of thy brain? And when thy heart began to beat What dread hands! on what dread meat! When the stars threw down their spears And watered Clinton's Joker tears Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the clown make thee? Donald! Donald! tyger bright Panther prowling through the night ...

Hush! It's time for lessons children Mighty are the works of man! Glory to the black-veined junkie Sleeping over Aberfan Dream the dark gold piling higher Such twould make the mountains cry Stream the valleys blackest choir Little diamonds in the sky Can you hear the siren Angels? Softly in the twinkling dome? Or has dark enrichment crushed you? None to take the lessons home.

In the bosom of the Nile With an enigmatic smile Beckoned Pharoah's unseen hand Promising the Promised Land Pyramids of Golden Grain Threshed and flailed the mark of Cain Written red in Giza's womb Built upon the living tomb Plague upon included middle! Sphinx within, without the riddle Melting pot or boiling kettle? Far the strains of Nero's fiddle Poison asp of Cleopatra Bit the currency made flesh Grew the many-headed hydra Wove the sticky spider's mesh Drew the thread of Theseus closer Then the closer mirror saw! Not the Promised Land of Moses But the mighty Minotaur! Furies rent the plates tectonic Weighted coin of binary As the double-headed Janus Counterfeit the lock and key Sharply grew the wealth of nations Piled upon the nation's poor High upon the needle Caesar Looked abroad to conquer more Mined the flesh of Atlas buckling From the bowels of Hades forge Rose the man of iron chuckling Lava smile of Satan! Gorge! Hush! ...

Wake! The Golden Prophet of the skies Has yawned and closed a billion blinking eyes The ashen moon its sickle-harvest done As night-owl flown in fright from lovers' sighs The Phoenix tore a feather from the Sun And master fletcher Time His arrow won Through hourglass curves the golden bow let fly And melting now and then the wax begun Upon a marble 'cross the blanket high In circles straight around the curving sky The figures waxed upon the setting stage And moulded lines of thought to wonder why Said one 'My friends 'tis clear how this must be The stage and play was set for such as we My legs the perfect length to reach the ground, The ground the perfect length to reach the sea' Another drunk in love with Art opined 'I see the hand of genius behind The palette mixed to wholly fill the view Such perfect feasts on which my eyes have dined' A third was cut to play as Newton's fool And thought he saw the light-show heaven's ru...

The Queen put on a mirror smile And subjects clapped themselves How tidily each knew their place Like books on history shelves Her clockwork toys in red and black Her happy plastic flags That wave the spell dominion Over rocks and body bags Above the body politic The head that bears the pounds So stamps the semeiotic trick In blood in richer grounds All noble savage backward tribes Have built their Humpty wall Let headless states, then stateless heads Be fairest of them all.

A spider spun a web of gold To catch a silver fly And baser beaten leaden ants Looked up into the sky They climbed to make a pyramid To reach the golden threads And each the higher climbed upon The greater numbers heads The golden Sun, the silver rain Falls free upon the Earth And ants who learn geometry May fly for all they're worth.

We've had Empires ruled by Emperors, And Kingdoms ruled by Kings, Now Countries politician-run - The silly rhyming things And history repeats the times We don't come to our senses I only put this quatrain in To save me changing tenses:- A farmer grows a bumper crop - The world enriched in wealth - Well that was nice, but what the price? - Collapsed just like his health A tender fuels the steam machine And mining is the goal But wait! - the less he shovels in The more he's left with coal A banker plays the fruit machine He's bought a dodgy token He ends up bust, take this on trust:- The house wins, never broken An expert surely touched by God Hallucinates World debt And so we pray, and wisely pay The absent martians yet When someone tells you something's hard And you should look away It might be that they can't explain Quite half the things they say.

Lo! The dawning age of gold! By holy fools and madmen told Revolved in comprehending light And drew the curtains of the night Up! The thirst for knowledge grew And branches joined made tree anew There stood one Tree, in but one field And this reality revealed:- In every heart, in every brain There grows a tree as real as pain The fruit of Death the apple bore - Black pleiotropy to the core Then apes transcending human airs Become as gods made magic prayers And Physics answered every one Immortal in Eternal Sun

The commander of Maths So glowered at his page That 1 = one Was the scourge of the age And whispers though true That 2 = two Were a most matheverbical Synonym too If symbols meant numbers And numbers meant words Then much could be written Of summing absurds That x=x, and you=you And infinite proofs tautological through Is only where Spacetimes Hold logic as true.

Is doubt in mind Self-contradiction? Is sceptic sure, if sure's a fiction? Now lay you down and play with me And see the magic in the diction In words drown I, in words alas! Drown I, in words drown I And vice versa, thus we've learned That only contrast be discerned Let's write a word, we'll call ideal Is in-between the letters real? We see the space, takes time as well Now cut and paste to make the spell -To poco-scribes and pedants slow And all who ought to better know Concede the next twixt me and you Need only at the net be true - The sentences of minds and men Are underwrit by logic's pen And solipsism, Self same set If true would read inhocernet Dear Time hath flown from golden throne In more than metaphor hath shown We read these lines before and after If wonder asked then answered laughter

The cyclops has a single mind A judge without a jury It makes him singularly kind Takes two to make blind fury I saw upon that island hill A curious reversal For where speak people in two minds All life is a rehearsal The actor plays learned lines laid low Committed to the heart And then upon the later stage Becomes the later part Director prompter future past To each a certain share As length and breadth times nature cast Who owns the public square I wonder to my Self inside Then play by rote the role And hear resound the feedback loop Scream consciousness my soul

Mock on! Mock on! Samaritan Gates Reave on; Time sees your hideous game You throw the crumbs against the tide And the tide returns to curse your name And every grain becomes a spear Grown in the richer shore That scythes and flails you to manure The future lands of honest chore As landlord racks a house once built Or writer fiend thrice paid Accounts be settled judgement guilt Upon the tombs net takers laid Thy tendrils thirst beyond the grave And suck the marrow plenty A man would feed one to applause While starve another twenty The Hydra grows another head Ephemeral to fall The Gorgon sees by time and tide The mirror picture all Thy reaper sowed for harvest gnaw! The ledger on your bone The world the less as you the more Be petrified in stone

Down from castle, by the sea Four white horses beckoned me First was wild empyreal rage Fire thundered lightning scribed the page As genie cork'd and swaddling curled By breaker crashed this vessel world Second spelled times lettered lands Scratched in scratched out illumined hands As rocks to sands by water gives And takes by tides and mortal sieves Third bade dance among the shoal There in her eyes I saw a foal Reflect a life and death so near As fell and drowned within the tear Last was master of the team The gadsman ere brought moon to beam Crack whipped the swirl of stars to be My friend, my foe, eternity As each a wave, a water, sea The chariot made as one, as me

Am I not beside the stream Waking in the caddis dream Shielding home of stone perfection Build outside inside reflection By the whirl and dash of pool Chose my Self each polished jewel Thus each tear that ever flowed Made the river my abode For was it not written so Later sand a pearl may grow And by current trials cement Conquered I my soul's lament As the ram and ewe made lamb As the beaver made the dam As the songbird wove the nest Self as parent be expressed Make construction ever last! Far beyond thy mortal cast Rise transfigured see above Thy external, eternal love

Now class, can you the tiger see? So come along, you're safe with me Now check the bushes, check the tree More fun than Jones Biology! Here's the forest, there's a bird What was that strange noise you heard? Not a teyeger, make no fuss We can't see him? - he can't see us Come now pupils narrow file Stop that tiiger nonsense, Kyle I think you'll find this wisdom wise:- Just keep a lookout for his eyes Jenkins! Not now you as well? Frozen by an ancient spell? I'm sure there are no tygers here And I know why - you're gripped by fear Now listen children, this I know In words of grass, tall trees may grow We pick the flowers from the weeds And mark that letters may be seeds Then! Master eaten ere he blinked! And smiling tiger teyeger winked.

Thought is as the spinning drum That registers but nought and one In black and white, pixel or none The smear, the blur, the truth ne'er won So said a cog who felt within His heart the folly of the spin. Then a carriage of the train Smoothly pulled this keen refrain:- Though the dials be multiplied And the answer farther spied Wisdom fails by heart's ignition But one cog beyond cognition Thus the driver sought to steer Bound by logic of the railed Yet by points perception clear Only smaller circles trailed Off the track, along a siding, All the while the truth was hiding.

Life lay'd me down amongst the glade And hushed and rested watching still There saw the story in the blade And read that all the world was ill The river verdant banked to sky By nestled deltas from the well Sprang inflorescent ink from why There broken letters broke the spell O! Master editor must see His works corrupt by day and night And Time's errata will set free Such glory future I would write!

A tiny ant, upon a flake He couldn't feel his whole world shake For he was shaking synched the same A pawn within a larger game He climbed a blade, to see the sky And all his friends thought he was high And to applause he walked so tall And claimed to see outside the ball He built a scope of spacetime made An instrument upon the blade And he the same, drew carefree flicks As fast as so the whole world ticks As ants to man, as man to maker Ever trapped inside snow shaker

Someone different's not the same Now if you'd like a different game Ask the one who talks to trees There may be whispers on the breeze

In Capel Mair young Marged prayed An elegy to one who strayed With words that were beyond her years But not alas, another's ears The sweetest heart, the fairest rose Cwm fynach carved her careless toes And splendigedig high the hill Sun caught her hair and fired her will As honest as the raging sea As timeless as yr hen allt tree That crowns descendants tenderly She was a painted treasury Y Parch sipped at the mountain dew He dreamt of blossom 'neath the two A bluebell moss'ed lair depicted His God descended heart constricted Y Parch lit up his sodden prose With tinder tears of never knows With kindling barren soulless womb His children filled the lead-lined tomb All eyes on one, and one on all A crease, a smile, a crumpled shawl It was the hour! It was the dawn! The Devil finds unwary yawn As ants so sugar laden nest She clutched her bounty to her breast A scarlet lock root-torn from rest - And love is e'er the highest blessed - Y...

What's it like to be a fly? Faster than the compound lie? Years in days and months in hours Offspring coiled explosion flowers What's it like to be a tree? Thirsting, searching, sunlight see? Drink the World through tangled straw Watching after and before What's it like to be a me? Rocks expressed as person be? Knowledge after thought confusing Ultimately but amusing

Magic, magic beating bag, Thread of starshine, Stitch of spacetime, Bag for life, bag for death, Inbetween the thought of breath Shines as droplets on the web, Glistens frozen time so captured Raptured once, then wove again, All is one but now and then.

Mr E he had a thought A compound lie to get to nought And that's because we all believe The answers that our thoughts conceive He thought there was no flow of time He thought it later, but that's fine For locally so it would look To set the pages in the book Now if you try to watch a clock Within it then your time I mock Before his time he decohered And then the problem disappeared Perhaps he didn't want to go Perhaps he couldn't see it so Perhaps he found it all too queer If not dead true then gosub fear

There came a sunbeam in the room And with it swirled the magic loom By Sirius calling from afar A galaxy within a star The prism cast untangled motes That danced to play aeolian notes Now here a chord but there a rest Wherever grasping reason test An Ark was floating in the ray I listened to Creations play And I was off there hand in hand To Oberon, and fairy land.

You see how odd it is to be You see that is how is must be You see the oddness is in me For I's contain reality Now just dissolve and see like me You see we're really poetry You see how that must look quite odd The metaphor to not-see god But come along dissolve with me And we'll resolve reality I'm looking inbetween the words Reporting back my silly heards Now you should hear them as absurds You see the logic doesn't fit Now fall apart to see it split You now can go through either slit You see if you can't hear the harking Ask the one who's ever barking See he might be never larking You have to inverse schizophrene To see the magic inbetween You see we're in the final dot Dissolve it and resolve the lot You see you shouldn't mind a jot You feel the warmth is cold and hot You see how it must look perverse To back unwind the universe You see one must transcend the hearse Now that was bad but I've done worse You see that there was time inside You s...

The happy keystone Looked left and right It was buttressed snug and tight Left to solid materialism Right to liquid sensationalism The arch, from a certain perspective, formed a knowing smile.

Fuschia bells, fuschia bells Watching o'er embraceful dells Sweet as so the air to sing Chime delicious blossom ring The bluebell bows, the cowbell cows The fuschia hangs umbrella boughs And reigns as if a frozen breeze Was melted warm by summer ease So softer than the resting seas Caress sands silting Neptune's pleasure Fuschia is my love, my treasure.

How nice to be a flutter-by With compound brain and fractured eye And ne'er the flit to wonder why But just respond to stimuli How nice indeed, not nice at all But not for long before the fall. The wind is like the sea but thin The flutter-by is thicker in Its arms command the desert djinn And waves upon the lands of sin Now every being surely knows The flutter-by will come to blows. So flotsam on the ocean fears Pass through this vale of telomeres.

A sad jar of atoms, alone on a shelf Jostled net-nowhere, preserving its self Out it could see! - through transparent skin But it wanted another, so it could see in.

The head lay anchor thought weighed down Below the air, beneath the sound And under drowned and all around And spinnered glinting forth and dart As if in spasmic morte d'art Anenomes! the tart-pressed flowers Coral-crusted king-crowned bowers Swept with besom jewelled broom - for all the sea was like a loom - And woven threads the story told the shuttle fish, the weft the shoaled the carpet flew in days of old! And shaken stormy beaten rug Three friends the winding rock would face Ascending weather-beaten grace Up mothward to the spiral light The granite beacon of the night The mirrored torch reflect delight And shutter'd shot the dark with flame As if through spacetime sliced each frame There flickered golden shadow dance Of such exquisite ever lance had burst the sun and speared the moon And cast the rocks like seer's rune Upon the blanket-rippled sky Onwards! Onwards! was the cry! They climbed as high and waxen-winged Met Death awhile and lo ...

The flint is struck, the fuse is lit They cannot know the why of it Nor how by Blake's immortal hands Twas set, no reason understands The fiery God can shine no light As deep as love nor e'er so bright As shadows fall by reason's dial In darkness we are drunk awhile Now words drop careless golden sands Of dreams escaping sieve-like hands But none til death can ever rest Save honouring life's noblest quest.

Rest! and closed unconscious eyed unstream The fork-ed river down the pebbled dream The weft and weave, the gravel-knitted bream Of shimmering rock eternal hides the gleam. Stay! and breathe imagine ponder o'er the hills The winter fights the air the summer kills The sky-split light, the furrow-frowned in stills Of flickering film eternal play the wills. Wake! and stare down nature yonder open eyed The glare of hope, the thoughts asunder spied The life eternal crossed the moat belied Of castles sky-built all who never died. And what! of golden-soaring sparkle strike the fuse My northern light, my ever shining muse.

Could I in silver-dotage soft sprite dream Along the air aloft! alive! and broomless Sweep upon the breeze or from a child's sweet Wonder lips delight away! and up! To gaze as hawk or kite the blanket patchwork green and shine mist-tingled glisten bowed by droplets Homing from the waves alight! upon my bed afar Now coffee-ploughed and fresh love rained So blessed with sleep tomorrow rise again?

Last night I spied a wandering ant a-pondering on Immanuel Kant It sat beside a thoughtful flea And talked epistemology Or did I squash them with a broom? - The flea he was a fan of Hume - A spider abseiled silken-line Then chipped in with some Wittgenstein The mantis was a sulky creature who spoilt the mood with quotes from Nietzsche But still! - what fun it is to see Arthropod philosophy.

As one and minus one from nought Was born the stellar nation And after birth of Physics brought New laws against creation. And then before, with Time began The coil of Life unwinding Through simple chains eternal sang The living watches minding. And man made God of holy thought And labelled land and sea With verbal pledges vainly sought To bind eternity. As minus one and one to nought So purpose reason shatters Save paradox that binds the light:- To mind that nothing matters. For sharper eyes cut through the dark To mark emotion's core Then hope again, and strive to live A life worth dying for.