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I break my fears, into shards that
gleam like diamond spears and like
some fucked up Bucaneer, I charge,
head-down, at the concrete spheres
of my own folly.
The spheres shatter against my
stone stubborn will and then clatter
like bones down the staircase of my life.
But it's not all strife, this life.
Although I shout loud and act fierce
it's only because I attempt to pierce the
veil that pulls tight across the face of
my shadow. It's been a mad show you know,
with sunny intervals and dancing gals and
straight bourboun chasers to ease the flow...
But you know... I'm glad though..
So...
I disengage my rage and then
spit out a disconnected age of verses
stolen from pages, written by sages past.
I heat the gold of their wisdom. I reverse
the alchemy. I melt it down into liquid lead
and then spread it thick upon the bread of
my dead dreams.
But then I swallow this sandwich whole!
I digest it! I absorb it! I transform it!
I filter it through my own ideas about
'How Things Are' before I forgot
what they were?!
And as my mind mulls over these
empty transparencies; these
projected rejections; these
subjective reflections; these
awkward inconsistencies:
My heart listens in.
My Heart.
She sings so sweetly and it fits quite
neatly with my occasional need for
neat beats and sweet beatings.
'Mind how you treat things', She says.
'Mind how you treat things and remember - don't worry,
there's no need to struggle, there's no need to hurry.
Keep your eyes on the sun as you walk from the moon
and take courage my boy for I'll see you soon,
but until that day comes - you must dig your well deep;
Your freedom's not cheap;
Don't let your self sleep;
Don't let your self sleep:
Don't - Let - Your - Self - Sleep.'
When I look within, I hear this..
So I slow my pace. I soften my glare. I put down my sticks and stones.
No concrete spheres. No diamond shards. No sound of shattered bones.
And although the cries of "Bulldog!" linger in the playground of my head,
I keep my prayer wheel spinning and I let my mantra spread.
And in the chaos left behind? I plant seeds of Rise and Shine
and I watch, as the windows open, in the dark rooms of my mind.
"Who Am I To Judge?" by Wordy Reborn - April 2007



My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"Trust those who seek the truth; Doubt those who claim to have found it." - Andre Gide

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." - Albert Einstein

Doug Stanhope. The smartest foul-mouth. A libertarian with fire in his belly. You either get him or you don't. Either way, I don't think he cares. Genius..

Stanhope on Freedom
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My Blog

Short Story - The Seeker

This story was also written as a workshop piece for a Creative Writing course. Our homework was to express both darkness and beauty within one short story. Again, I am open to any constructive critici...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 03:43:00 GMT

Short Story - Cuckoo

This is the first draft of a short story. Set as homework as part of a Creative Writing course.. we had to describe a setting and then add something extraordinary into it.. Any comments/ critiques wou...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 03:57:00 GMT

Poem: WordPlay Slam - May 3rd 2007 - Who Am I To Judge?

Came second! Beat by an emcee called Theo from Bristol's The Bonobo Hobos... "YOU'RE JUST A MONKEY!!".... A don night.. some sound wordsmiths.. This was the first poem I did.. Went a bit downhill the ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 01:53:00 GMT

Fire flies light my whys...

I fight fire fliesIn my mind sky where there is no high and no low..Most of it's just for show..You know..Life moves in waves and sometimes I just want to hide inside my seaside caveWhilst the winds b...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 07:49:00 GMT

Conversations with the Master KFC

I've decided to blog every piece I finish.. regardless of the vitriolic ghast made by my inner-critic.. Just spoke to my mate on the phone.. wrote this straight after.. it's complete.. I'm posting it....
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 13:59:00 GMT

The Way Of Transformation

I found a framed copy of the following quotation sitting, unclaimed, on a wall in Glastonbury, a few years ago, during a time of intense self-enquiry. I kept it. It answered some deep questions then b...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 16:36:00 GMT

Tibetan Kalachakra Mandala

For those whom wish to know what the Mandala set as the backgound to my page is.....THE KALACHAKRA MANDALAEverything in this mandala is the symbolic representation of some aspect of the Kalachakra dei...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 17:56:00 GMT

The Dry Salvages - T.S. Elliot

The Dry Salvages ~ T.S. EliotTo communicate with Mars, converse with spirits,To report the behavior of the sea monster,Describe the horoscope, haruspicate or scry,Observe disease in signatures, evokeB...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 17:37:00 GMT

'Glasto High St.' by Leo ('jedinobhead' in my friends list)

Anuvver Glasto poet. He's a bit good!'Glasto High St' by LeoPilgrim showboatersturn no heads towards,only noses away;local macho bear-wrestlersforce emotionless profileswhilst inside they weep;high ri...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 13:14:00 GMT

The Whirl by Me

I stand before the swirling mists,My vision steeply blurs and twists,The walls close in and night draws near,Why did you leave me stranded here?This question pounds my heart to piecesSo I search withi...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 02:41:00 GMT