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A book of poems & songs by Donn C. Ingle collected 1 October 2007 with new material written since 2007

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Incipit
ince I have decided to collect these scraps of ink that utter after me on leaves of paper, across the years, I had better introduce them. I am a private person, not given to sharing and I fear these poems will not carry the same emotion for other readers. They may not even be proper poems, I really dont know I wrote them; I write them and thats all. The poems in Averseion were written in my teens, so there is that stigma to bear. I am not that young person anymore, my philosophy has changed; time has ticked on. I still nd them moving and evocative, even if I no longer feel the angst of those days. The chapter entitled Reverseion is my recent work and best reects my present; although the poetry may be no better. The chapter Songs contains old and new work that I have partially set to music, but lacking any skill I have no way to put the tunes down on paper. As I write, I often have only a feeling of what I want, and like painting with words I try to brush them down briskly; leaving the emotion of the moment on the page. My measure of a poem is similar. How does it make me feel? Does it suggest things, on the tip of the mind? Is there contrast and texture ambiguity and clarity, rhythm and discord? Many poems died along the road; these are the survivors. I hope one or two speak to you; conjuring a feeling or a memory. That would be the whole point.

~Averseion
Poems written between 1990 and 2000

Quicksilver
And one day youre sitting on your throne and you have long Quicksilver ngers and youre very almost all alone.

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~AVERSEION

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Gentle Blue
all around cold calm all sh must drown old air will sink pleasant push wants you down full rush will impede the sound curve and climb slip around defy semblance of where your circle is a possible poll your ash and n is an oiled cut keep low no heat will intrude ip and ow sink so lobster slow wine like water was never mentioned all for the fray to breathe we gasp gentle blue haste accrue to heave panic always wins; strips my ns.

~AVERSEION

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To Write
Yes, to write to desecrate this blank page perhaps that another consecrate this folly in another age.

Incarnate
Its funny how the same things amuse us. The same arts cycle; the same humour. The same childhood traits; the same expressions. The same needs; the same trauma. I sometimes know that all history is being held incarnate right now.

~AVERSEION

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The Night
The Night looks down on lizard eyes to see us frown beneath her skies an in the deep cold devil dark within the soul beneath the bark i fall asleep so fond of you and yet i know dont just what to do.

Guise
Some saw love in the guise of a girl others saw love in the spread of her thighs or the rollerblade language of the hissing spires.

~AVERSEION

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Song
Oh, theres a song inside me at least one. Theres a song inside me release one. Oh, I would sing it, if I had but the right tongue.

Hangover
Trying to recapture last nights wisdom in the haze and speed of this next day.

Poet
Goodbye, cruel world the poets end is bliss he is no longer in your hand and its my ass that you can kiss.

~AVERSEION

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Time
Oh what are the works of man? There is no surviving time. Paper and paint may last a span, but all decay down the line.

Alone
Too proud even to enjoy simple conversation Too proud even to employ subtle invitation.

Doubt
Words like whores standing before the pilgrim to her empty temple. Even my ears are singed by doubt as these words I fear are bandied about. an I itch within an I itch without.

~AVERSEION

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Presume
And how can I presume so much of what was never there. This home and these few walls stolen from the air. And how can I assume to steal natures form onto paper; bled out in line and tone and drawn.

Taken
Taken from here. Taken to be true. Whats real we cannot see. Whats false we do. Over the edge, I sit, its true. Neither sh nor esh nor feather can undo. Like as over here. What I think you do. We can share our breathing air. We can be as two. Severed from such broken wood, I cannot undo. Like as to my spoken esh. What is never true? Taken from there; whats one is two. Flying from the sack of woe, this time is through.

~AVERSEION Whats gotta be, is neither them nor me. Taken from by broken bones this can never be.

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Edge
there is an edge where mountain meets sky and following its ledge with jaded eye leads to see neither.

Seeming
They dont seem to know dont seem to see the eyes and scenes and songs between. They dont seem to seem dont know to look between the day and night and may have been.

Half Life
so unlike the life that in me grows such far and no further do my feelings go and alike to act

~AVERSEION upon a stage the smiles and woes of internal foes hypocrisy shows! in such delight to a slow tune in the mornings light i cannot sing but from afar like everything it isnt wrong it isnt right its only dark through brightest light and fare i far and fare i near the vaguest voices do i hear.

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Scene
Scene from above the whole play is in its motions move and sway. And from below we looked away. And from below we chose to stay. So fond of love the elds of day as in their oceans we lay.

~AVERSEION And from below come what may. And from below may we never stray.

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A Want
A want of nothing sings too deep feel yourself failing. A want of nothing held away smile when youre frowning. A want of nothing searches your soul hope as if drowning. A want of nothing nds you out others mark you lacking. A want of nothing such is myself an ironic pining.

Fears
fears lie hush, ember and whistlewood.

~AVERSEION

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Only I
Only I can stir melancholy so to bring leaves bleeding into this cold snow A psychedelic phrase upon doubt well never know This September a year ago lives heaped in treacherous tow Only I can stir mourn, roar mute, forlorn Give me a cuppa ta go a pig-dime road show slowly we rot and rampantly we sow

~AVERSEION

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Unstable
i am unstable im denitely unstable walking the line of insanity unstable just a push and every moment i am shoved from all angles i am buffed a righteous unreality i am unstable a cigarette burning a tall building and sharp glass a picture of emptiness a frail sculpture an inated being unstable

Luhn Kwan Lo
Your hair streams like pollutant and your skin stretches taut, a yellow hue seems custard sore eyes of coal, ngers of silver, ribs of clay, could I not go

~AVERSEION quite simply insane?

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Single
I had hoped that she would signal be more open and invite. But, she was merely friendly any notice of me was slight.

Sneer
my love is not sincere tis only a veneer that hides, so I do hear, the very bitterest sneer.

Wrong
A million tales y through my head a thousand songs each one unique and brilliant and wrong. And I see through them all and I end up

~AVERSEION with one an that is still me an that, even, is wrong.

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Prayer
A prayer to the word God; May i unlearn all the words that I spell in crooked herds. May I learn the silent speech that nothing attempts me to teach. May I dissolve this impotent mind and in nothing some pardon nd. May the unspoken strike from me these words that pretend to be.

Words
An I know of words, of their prose, portent and their uses to beguile. But words will not last me, nor content, but the shortest little while. Still, see

~AVERSEION how I clutch at them, these English words supreme. How I praise their mighty draught, their drama and their dream. How I love the very crux of their syllable and how I fare to with them sculpt the tower invincible. Ah, fool. The words record the blind. Days stream by in mirthless mind gathered all behind. Till I nd that half-life smile, they render to me only whats vile. Rank pon rank the endless mile. Words like tissue words like tin, words will never let me in.

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The World
Oh, the world is like a marble carved into the sand Like an egg that you hold in the palm of your hand.

~AVERSEION

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Capture
To capture all in a sentence. To spin it out and wrap-it-up. What words miss we nd in bliss, holding up the silent cup. Still we venture, we search, we wait for quiet splendour, an end to hate.

Not Yet
I was facing death today I looked in her eyes and she winked in that way. On countless leaves in autumn shell play. Her auburn hair lighting the way. But for me, she winked and did delay.

Broken
in some broken like totem like state i cannot but lie in wait slipping endlessly

~AVERSEION

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Suicide
driven my demons of imageless mind kill yourself, kill yourself, cmon be kind.

Lust
Lust is what follows life and like the endless movements of some machine, forms its own meaning.

That Time
Its at a time like this, I want to die. Leave home and say goodbye, and walk my body off a cliff. I can feel the sick hope that holds my will, I am ill. (and its a wind of hope that crushes me) No, not strong... strong enough to weather. No, not strong... strong enough to last, and at last its that time.

~AVERSEION

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Judgement
To discriminate you have to balance. To balance you need a position. For a position there is a ground. How can you judge when youre falling?

Sadness
Sadness follows in its own wake and there are no other boats upon this lake.

~AVERSEION

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Onrus
(The beach at Onrus River, Western Cape, South Africa.)

Nervously, I and the sea. Back-lights frame a house, they play with it gently. Headlights round the bend. Voices scuttle behind me. Spot-light burns the sand. This quiet beach quiet like the operations of a leach. Insect-tension lls the air people rape this place use and used at the same time. Its acne-smooth skin like old cream with a coffee-stain along its seam.

Rage
i killed a man who had no brain hes lying face-down in the drain his clothes are red his clothes are stained his mind it bled his eye still rained i kissed the ground where he had lain after the deed i washed my hand i felt no shame.

~AVERSEION

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Law
What lies on the oor is the least of those that you adore. There is a lover of man whose ways are poor. There is a child of man whose blanket is torn. There are laws of man that in granite are born. What lies on the oor is the lowest for sure. And doubt is ever our shadow as we hunch with our backs to the sun. We make designs in the dirt as our faces become pale, inert.

Quote
Hello there, s been a while. Whats been, whats to come? I dont care. Yet, so glum? Oh yeah, the wages of sorrow no fun.

~AVERSEION

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Real
You can feel real under ghostly clouds through the layers of illusion around you. You can feel real in the mist above though the layers of confusion surround you.

Dust
Dust on our small highveld it coats even my shelves. I rst noticed it in irritation then I noticed it with indifference. Dust on our small highveld up is up, here as there. I stepped on a surface and it felt my feet it recorded, it remembered. I noticed it, then thank you.

~AVERSEION

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Asps
Love, love ripped ripped open my chest. We would slither oiled, scaled, asps and the sound of drums hard, pounding metal on steel steel on wood wood on bone bone on skin ripped open from within we are each two one called by sense one spoiled by sin Love, love is is the end love is the thin skin love covers the rot the rot that we deny were not.

~AVERSEION

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Snakes
She has snakes in her head, their lips all smilin red. Her lips blue with waxen dread. And mirth sails and the seas stain and the sun, well the sun sets, yet again.

Spiked
In the dark the funny man would oat. The cold stones carven faces would gloat. Come down, come down they would shout. And the man, so very giggle, would cast shadows at night in doubt.

~AVERSEION

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Profound
What deserves not to be written down deserves not to be profound The clouds drift past the nights lone eye and I, I patiently under it lie.

No Words
Without words to elude my truth I nd I see without eye I bite without tooth And as nothing begets One, so does one beget None.

Splendour
in this world of plastic obscenities and lethal doses of love your sick splendour comes as if a welcome.

~AVERSEION

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L.S.D.A.M
To protract the evening and sleep unrefreshed to awaken to the un-life the mornings sleep-sick pulling at my tongue my mouth bit numbly around a dead cat its tail down my throat the heavy marbles rolling bruises and the pull of the bed and the dreams ne dust still settling Last night on the showers of a wasp and pull the string and twitch the web and awaken.

~AVERSEION

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Paper Tao
This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it This is it It is This.

~AVERSEION

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White Skin
Dont talk to me I dont say anything and words are worse Dont talk to me my white skin is the signal to chaos And who are you anyway?

End
This morning was in me I had to leave it behind. Yesterday I wished for the soonest end and today wonder why i bothered.

Need
Luhn Kwan Lo How it hollows me so in this age of debts revenge I wallow before I sow and her legs like supple vines that grow I long to enter her plush embrace My need is this, my need is such, or do I ask for far too much?

~AVERSEION

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Beach
Astray, Astray! Like the mist on the beach as we watch and it parts and we see this is no beach but a mirror of me.

Parched
ii am an island ii am a crows-nest above the squall. ii am the martyr of the forbidden call. ii am the man who imagines i am the one who is two. i quench no-ones thirst and the parched around me are not few, the parched around me are not few.

Voices
Many voices speak of love I have never heard them. They sing and wail then cry and curse,

~AVERSEION I have never felt them. Their smiting their gnashing only I can hear when it resonates through this hollow warehouse never very clear.

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Kiss
There is no warmth in my room tonight as I whinge an whistle in fright. And I lie, here next to my light. There is no love in my soul tonight as I echo in morbid delight. And I lie, here next to my light. There are many opposites, here tonight as I wrestle in helpless plight Maybe a kiss will set it right Maybe a kiss will set this all right and my symbolic self will glow of its own goldenly bright.

~AVERSEION

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Honour
what is honour, when it is so tarnished in blood? it is not honour, its mud.

Fleeting
eeting was my view and in between the light and dark they are all too few.

Durban PART I
Thats it then. Its in my hands. All of it. I have to be otherwise. It is essential to me; otherwise. And the leap is less fun than the fall.

PART II
In Durban

~AVERSEION from a camera-angle Night with the lights the swimming pool the sweaty carnival the sorry rickshaws. Here he bends hyperbolic sh-eye and treads with cold calm a calculated sigh, these steps are so long this building, so high. And the leap is less fun than it all.

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Raft
As if a raft at sea all abandoned, left alone to me. The very fellows that overboard did ee. So oat I, here day upon day until the edge of morning calls another rise another swell. Left albatross foul branded unlike unclean, this frail raft sails on lack of breeze.

~AVERSEION For months it has, for months it will ever drowned below its wood oats true and I thereon alone, still whats new?

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~AVERSEION

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The Ritual
Fine and far away and then some body will say Will you tell me who you are? And anyway, I will never celebrate. This ritual has gone too far.

Aame!
Sometimes Aame! in ascendence we, without and asunder.

My Nature
is it in my nature to lie down and die? to shake the chains of life, to let the spring run dry?

~AVERSEION

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Occult
The bone-adapted pendulum swings a mystery the centre of the world is an occult hue the ambiance of ether animals hugging form we forsake we puke.

Car
Sitting alone in the depth of my car there I nd the unmarked ear and harsh broken nails the receptacle of fear tattered rags of Angel esh y doves love of year all barbarous ruin simmer in despair.

~AVERSEION

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Side
from anonymous oversight fell we the fallen. Decrepit and attractive. Loam and deceit we sphincter grip acid me turn and churn mentally holds burning vice solemnly. Without misery under one invent a second side.

Mind
Slivver and Shine and waste my time groan and grind and slowly wind we all have to nd the way of mind.

Underwater
Ha ha and the upside-down anemone with an enpooling Look you can see the sun spilled separations distort lungfull gazes Its not the same from above.

~AVERSEION

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For it all
I would spend six dark months in an igloo and ve hell spent steaming Amazon. I would merge the Chinese pines and swim, soar seven oceans. For certain walk bone bald deserts sand drifts, dune lands. I would glide air down canyons and become coral combined. Spend silent aeons in awe rage, spent, amidst it all. Endure the climb for one weather the illuded falls. Suffer inconsequentially for it all, for it all.

~Reverseion
Poems written since 2000

Balance
Put stone upon stones balancing same take it to heart like you did when you came Fear is the heart of this terrible game Drifting around, we begin again

Atlantic
I am shing you see from here out to sea pulling in ashes, white and carefree, folding the carpet sky angling currents go by cold clean air plays my line out to the edge; here there is more water than me.

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~REVERSEION

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Wonder 1
Were no different from the constituent stuff minds depend by dust and uff. Binary coded to multiply, selected naturally tough. Twisting uncertain gyres, golden sectioned Nautili, unfolding ferns spire. Wonder stalks wonder new worlds to magnify. Does it ever tire, rend end asunder? Charmed spin, Charged snail The snake forever consumes its tail.

Now
saved from the past which would never last its now, anyhow. will there be in time to come yesterdays and hum and drum?

Inspired by the works of Richard Dawkins

~REVERSEION

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Ode
Will the world expire if we tire or is it when, then begin again? Is faith enough, the right stuff or delusions call our pall? How in every season, reason when emotion is our potion? Will to power Submit to odds Unfolding ower Humans, dogs.

Procreation
There is no meaning from above just sword with no glove leaving slashes of love whiter than dove.

Passion
The baby comes in the wake of our passion. How do we measure this human fashion?

~REVERSEION

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Dogs
your barking dogs are a menace to me they bark me up late break sleep constantly reect in their teeth your misanthropy I can now understand a poisoning spree.

Faith
I planted a feather to grow a bird: gifting a question to faith absurd Pulled the plug to run a bath: begging the beggar circling his path Open your mind inside to nd doubt which oors any faith of yours

~REVERSEION

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Spade
Take it as read there is sense in your head A spade is a spade The oor we call down One direction is left the other is right These are plain facts Theres no need to ght.

The Rainbow 2
Unweaving the rainbow, its true only seems a fool thing to do; slicing the orange from blue, robbing the vault of Heaven; seducing that furious leven. Few emotions make sense. Sensible emotions are few. The hearts in our bold captured heads, adapted from scaffolds and shreds, chart a course rarely new. From now unto now we struggle, survive as a long stream of blends; while continuum emends weaving us alive to mindless ends. Weaved are we then; raindrops all passing the sky,
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Thanks again, Prof Dawkins

~REVERSEION rising to fall. Truth takes a toll on our minds, the soul. For what is the Earth, grinding out birth, but a machine on a roll? Do we then retreat paint unreason, defeat? Do we linger, remain in ctions domain, praising Fathers as meet? Do we glorify faith which declares treason the very reason we seek to unfold? Unweaving the rainbow is delight! Its keen education, insight. Its the mountain that leaps to be climbed. Its the ocean we must hearken to nd. Unweaving the rainbow is right Its our majesty our future, our might; Our one hope when survival is slight.

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Helix and Bone

Our Father, Mother and Holy Lawnmower. Our Atom, the Ovum the Spermatozoa. Our Matter, the Sparkplug

~REVERSEION and sacred Bright Photon Our Protein, the Quark and invisible Proton. Praised be the garden of double-blind. Protect and keep our neuronal mind. And so, though I walk in the ghetto of the gangster of Death, I have sense to fear evil For I am alone with only helix and bone to claim for my own some contested ground beside polluted waters to lay me down.

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Greens
The colours that greens become as sun dips low with hum of slow din olive pitch banshee wind whirls around greens gleam ush with light starts your being to powerful sight proud trees bow to fynbos ground The colours that green became remain in memory

~REVERSEION a stain of joy as darkness greens destroy.

8th October 2007 - thanks to m for opening line.

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Abiogenesis
Fitness attest the chemical best bubbling with change sorts anew. Carbon chains clink, a few click and screw, thickening to blend, primeval, strange bonding ionic food. Stealing electric inuence, valence pairs dance, amidst clouds of missed chance; sequencing moronic brood. Collapsing veils pass, possible paths linking trails differentially crude. Even above this steep seething vista; cool cooking liquid, boiling wild magma, magnetic storms whirl symmetric. Sounds yet unheard ping eclectic.

~REVERSEION The space between atmos and sphere, volts charged portentous and queer strike inverted trees leaves burn degrees; chaos averted and near. No mystical being eer perturbed, nor line crossed by Gods gods absurd. Simply nature at play moving as wont, as may. Be it sand. Be it silt. Be it clay. Replicators arise seize the day. Time sees them writhe grow assay. Replete to compete; yet nal defeat is tacit deoxy ribonucleic acid. The Moon broods a brute in the sky her waves wrack one thousand feet high. Mixing and mixture the same; again and again and again. What forms formed

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~REVERSEION we know of a few. Things encapsulated others unto. Merging trick with good trick; surviving outdo; predatory elements, alongside and through. All these skeins did thus accrue, matting vast oceans and shores. Drifting to tumble. Slinking to fumble; blind, senseless and brand spanking new.
10th October 2007

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Eye
Through strange skin dimly seen, a single light beam falls from the shore, or maybe more. Gives a turn to the worm, eeing its doom, time enough to draw into another worms womb. Time ticks on, old atoms as carbon sticks on, new patterns (most grant no true boon to survivals harsh tune.) to a cup in the skin near ipper or n of anothers turn generations churn.

~REVERSEION So light now falls from angles lucid from tangles of shades and shapes and toothsome mangles. Centuries push against lifes wildre bush. Thus upon a time the cup dips further inside chambered light is reected so less rejected aside. Now seeming to see a scene is perceived fuzzy and dim Take n! Take n! So sun has now circled risen and set fair many times no eye has seen yet. And yet on a birth on a whim that had worth the chamber capped by skin transparently thin traps uid. Florid and lurid is the light now become rst tentative sight; lensing its might. The Sun now seen

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~REVERSEION predator from prey racing anew the breaking day. Whither next the eye to gleam? New spectra to keen? New phenes to gene? New minds to meme?
8th October 2007

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Sum
tis all in the mind I think youll nd perception inspired love that mire cruel passion rare compassion all the evil of time collected futile all the joy, all the pain of Gods own refrain deploy decoy All this a mere nod, a storm of the esh in the brain
10th November 2007

~REVERSEION

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Shadow
In your shadow grow a thousand miseries. As the sun turns you sweep the periphery, casting a pall awful oer minds such benumbing litany. In this way is day rendered to night. Surrendered to souls cold charcoal fright. Darkened by creed dubious faiths dight. Every mote rote line pon line til you shadow the whole a chimera of light.
8th October 2007

~REVERSEION

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Maggot
A maggot of myth words work to craft and some do embark visiting the void revealing the parts But some rot young pith words squirm to graft numbered versed marks blithely deployed concealing, depart Reason perforce avoids such word-soiled hearts
8th October 2007

Smoke
Umbra penumbra now you see it now you dont Abra ca dabra the differences are smoke Allahu Akbar the deserts have spoke: you cannot leave you have no hope
8th October 2007

~REVERSEION

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Betray
Faith is a way to say: I do want to know. But I dont want to sway. Faith will subtle betray: I do know whats true and it is only this way. Faith, a ruse, does convey: None can pursue the course declared. Theyll vacillate, confuse, rue, despair. Be forced to turn to return to the fold, grabbing at Faith just as theyre told. For hark did thought not bring thee low? And how can ye doubt when thee reap what thy sow? Faith by nature disobey: change being set elemental glue such opposite of Questions True.
9th October 2007

~REVERSEION

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Tree
As a shadow deep and cool, pleasant as it may be, is a pale imitation of substance; so fallow is the fool who surely shuns the tree standing a wide stance. The only connection being light and the ground, such are the two divided; reason rises sound, its shade undecided. To say they meet somewhere at the base or source thus equality share, is false of course. To say there is a bridge between the two; that this makes them one, is sophistry untrue. Surely they parted common ways in our childhood time, but the tree has grown upward and the shadows still a mime. Apeing the real. Pretending divine. By denition to choose umbra lacks vision and sight. Yet you point to the tree, declaim; See how we stand in shade so bright. Your tree is illusion; its distraction, a game real mystery lies in contradiction, all your branches are the same. Our shadow is ne prediction, certainty, absolute right.

~REVERSEION You go further still and state that shadow by its very ghost is bitter sense to the senses ergo tis apex utmost. But wrapped in your shadows all foggy in Faith, lost, found and unbound, ironically proud of each dim clue; our tree is your wraith yet you climb it in order to argue.
October/November 2007

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Basic
People are fools our deepest minds tools of blind basic blocks dead matter solid rocks empty if space is such and down and down to nothing much
January 2008

~REVERSEION

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Patterns
patterns within pattern weaving in without such that matters neer happens forever before nought feeling abstract broken in down devout detached to custody nowhere to ee always this return to cords that keep me me patterns within pattern complex compression quickly from one level is lost upon our self and I and I stand erect in the boneyard of time null and numb without sense of memory thinking we think hoping its so ghting the truth remain do not grow.
January 2008

~REVERSEION

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Today
Today I hate the world the people people, people it scurrying absurd cruel selsh divisive vain intersection metal vein cunning coils of boiling brain calculating extinction plotting prediction burning one the other ame spreading thickening spawning game moaning aloud always pain making it with hands and head and hearts the same.
January 2008

~REVERSEION

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When?
When do we become certain robotic sum? Keyed in the womb Called in the cradle Cured in those days tween keen green wonder black dogs thunder Whenever twas, we set clay burned by some sun forming stale opinion in new minds young Shame is our inheritance Fools our leavings In the steaming billions only single ones are worth naming human.
January 2008

Emotions
Im all overcome this day emotions ll me mere skin keeps them at bay touch me gently for fear stay away stay come no closer nor say words hard sincere fragile I am today brittle thin glass betray ippant frantic fevered hot to the touch measured irrational fay graft connected astray lashing apt to hear my hearts head unmade

~REVERSEION twisting the sounds of air knives too personal ay my own ears Iscariot mine eyes convey dark looks clenched on brows that utter what they may all twisted feedback mangled, perverted prey played about taught oxygen sucking out, sucking in.
January 2008

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Fly
Seek a y, nd its eye Know ye the ways to avert its red gaze? Revulsion doth belie old endless respect The very insect will see you die.
January 2008 - on Oudebosch

Nature
Nature bled in hoof and paw sickle cell tooth and maw Coming clean radiant obscene Nature led in vowel and craw grasped by head uttered law When raw meat touched sizzling heat

~REVERSEION forbears rose skulls afront poised prose words affront this means that such and such chant wink chat dance confront spear and leer hunt and cunt erection election leading blunt Richly syntax woven world strangely bound trepanned to spill spirits and agents intentional sly cover the moonlit networked sky
January 2008

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Nature II
Nature is not our friend She is not a Mother, nor attends any other, nor defends. What is life, my friend? Ah, pool-brother that all depends; at some scale discover: we reach our very ends.
January 2008

~REVERSEION

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Never Follow
Ah one, two, three, four Mumbling rap rat rubbish refrain Low delta voice sinking to contain Taken from a thief in the old acid rain Fellows ee Never follow me Clutching sadness the knee beneath the jerk Catching at your madness is such lonely work Two feet under in the garden homicides such a perk Follow me A lapse in memory Never follow me Is there some way we... Mondays spread the virus, cold shaving cream Dribble down the highway, risking liberty to dream Free under the surveillance of the elected has been Cmon free A broken melody Never follow..
January 2008

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Sleeping Tablets
slipping directl backwars my nget\r tips too far from keus eeyes closing calling memoryto sleep the fearless sleep so hit save young poet and]go to up\\\yoour beditime last night and lasy\t\ called oyoiu raw wheerall spin conency the llooe
Zolpihexal strikes January 2008

~Songs
Poems that hum like memes (1990 - 2000)

Sweet Songs
Sweet songs, i do confess, they ll my leather chest. Angels beast and heavens west You know yourself I guess. And its a murder, its a crime. Its a murder, who says its a crime. Hold me long an hold me near, i pray you swallow not my fear. An if you up, an if you veer, I will be more than insincere.

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Contentment
Contentment nds you incomplete your feet are lost on every street blinded by the light too soon youre throwin shadows on the moon throwin shadows on the moon And now youre lost an gone away now your feet have gone astray take some time an show me how Deliverance is pure somehow.

The Maul
EATING GARBAGE IN THE MAUL Eatin garbage Eatin garbage Eatin garbage in the maul. Pride always prefers a fall. TV guides are our bibles we feed off printed vitals. Opinions are printed in bold: HEY! THATS

~SONGS MY OPINION. We have loads of friends, an all together well have loads of children, wholl be loaded friends (oh, theyll be such loaded friends) Like placeholders, we stand passing on the torch, blind from birth, too obtuse to see the mirth. Join us, smile, glitz kiss kiss off to the maul in pinks were sunglasses an tight asses an at tongues in high classes We shake an we hiss Eatin garbage in the maul, get all the rotten bits all the rotten bits you twittering, inane idiots. Pucker up your lips, pucker up your lips hang your gloved sts from your hips. Pick up your props, pick up your props, you boring little twits.

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~SONGS Get down on your knees down on your knees and sift through the shit. Join them muscle covered in colour come to Me, so slick pure fabrication, so sick Bring your oss tongues, air heads join them, magazine moths grouping to my ame I am the shopping maul you are my fodder I sell you buy I gain you try!

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Murder Me
Murder me my friend if its in you, bring me an end do not hide yourself, I can see you waitin behind that bend arm yourself with a blade way-lay me there, Ill not defend murder me, my friend if its in you, bring me an end. Rape me, lover then I see within you, revenge upon men do not be shy, hidin under the covers away from my eye Take your period and your pain hold a knife to my neck, Ill not refrain Murder me, lover then if its in you, bring me an end.

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Animals
with painted breasts on our leather tongues and scarlet lls our honeyed lungs we lose our minds weve parted legs our breath is short and our arms are numb and after this animal, another one after this animal, another one.

Coitus
an with germs drippin from our lips, we kissed and coiled and ground our hips.

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The Box
The tale of the box: strapped to this bed head, hands, feet; lead with scarlet ropes that he has bled. This is the story of the box. Eight, nay, nine times as long as wide, the box is there even when on its side. One high and forever deep straps of sin he is forced to keep. Such is the look of the box. Then the room about this box, well, that too is tted with locks. This is the act of the box.

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Strobe
Hold severed alliance within the strobe, every second another wire every second a little higher. Hold severed alliance within the strobe, visual humanity we are already robots we have always been every second another picture every second another fracture. Hold severed alliance within the strobe, Jesus may supply but Lucy survives every second a darker phrase every second another craze. Severed alliance beats per ash, who owns your body when you crash?

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Sweet Woman
Sweet woman for every minute, an hour Sweet woman for every gift, a ower Sweet woman your swollen fruits are heavy Sweet woman my very faults are many Sweet woman girl before I know you now and I adore.

Juggler
Read the sign on the house it says Vacant! No response its burnt and stained many years of change dripped and drained; Im sorry it got this far. They couldnt understand. They could never understand you were always the amputee you were always the amputee you were always the amputee while i was only a juggler.

Breath
With your matchbox songs

~SONGS and Egyptian lace I wait here for you in my rightful place as I practice the lost art of matching my breath to your grace.

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Teeth
When I saw the marks on your throat It was a ruptured day all aglow angel play then I saw them It was friendly outside sick sounds mauled my hide then I saw them the marks accurate abrasions acute agony stringent wounds Forever in the throws of Saint Vitus we danced Clawing wildly we made those same marks When I saw your marks on

~SONGS the throat.

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Devil
The devil is in me or else i have gone mad You dont have to want me, i dont want to be had.

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Old Saint Mungo

(2007. I woke from a dream hearing this.)

Old St Mungo had a fall down on the road where the lions crawl Old St Mungo he aint free but I love him an he love me With the sun in his eye and wind at his knee Old St Mungo aint no tree Loud he swear and soft he see softer than you and louder than thee Old St Mungo wrote a poem written in a dream on the telephone Written in his sleep it go dah-dah dee Old St Mungo him sing for me On the road to the big city Old St Mungo need pity Now when him hear this little song Old St Mungo sing along Dum dah-dah dah dee dee dee Old St Mungo sing for me

~SONGS Waitin in da bush an waitin in da tree dem be bandits waylay he Old St Mungo had a fall on a bend in the road no one hear him call And our song nears its end after many a day Old St Mungo he gone away Did he rise up? did him get free? Did he pull through for you and me?

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