Animal Brethren and Sistren

It’s a brave man who asks us to consider our identity.
Jordan Peterson talks of the same.
Not to get attached to a ‘group’ identity,
To above all, be thyself.

If plant-based is a piss-weak term for one who
Refuses to buy into the bullshit and doesn’t eat animals –
Themselves, their parts, their anything.

And vegan is that aforementioned tendency
In its awesome branding power (‘We Are The Fucking VEGANS!’) –
So the pithole of getting too identified with what exactly ‘that’ word means…….

In the end, if vegan equally denotes what you DON’T eat, and then,
By sure and savage contrast – as well what you DO identify with –
And it sure as hell ain’t THAT FUCKING MURDERING AND DISMEMBERING AND EATING OF THEIR BODIES IN THEIR VERY MEAT-EATING WORLD! – then:

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It is that ‘world’ of NATURE. We are the reflection of nature
And the world is a reflection of us. Perfect reflections.
Nature is where the animals are sleeping in their dreams.

We are wandering lost still, but they are there,
And we are the souls that could have something to
Say back to them.

Animal brethren and sistren.

Anzac 2

At the bay
Of manuka and pohutukawa
There is above, the park
Of linden, maple, oak and gum.

In autumn colours
Today, stands a tree.
Several silver branches lean fallen
From the recent storm.

Into the sky are
Arrayed, expanding flights of
Green and yellow, warm pink and orange
Amid dying claws of brown.

But look down –
Among the fallen, the graves
Of dark leaves hanging on silver, the one
Bright heart red, trembling.

Anzac 1

The loose metal road climbs
up from the bay.
A walk in the park was a
walk through the past today.

Memory, as a whole, is a
warm capacity for feeling.
But every episode remembered
leaves me yet, in their multitude,
reeling.

A trusty stick sweeps away the
wreckage before me, the single
feeling returns, as a warmth
in the air I’m breathing.

Across my shoulders it goes.
The posture, if a pose, still
expresses and slows into depth
this feeling, with hands,
like bridge supports, holding both ends.

The rocking of my spine, the
sure grip of both arms, and
pressing on uphill, a sudden sense
shifts the scene, as it feels
like it’s a rifle I’m shouldering.

A soldier returning, a cup of tea
when I’m home, if not company then
some toast with tomato and pepper.
My mind drops into a grave
and sombre respect for the brave.

As I trudge up said hill, the past
no burden but the warmth of the
present, all homes, built on the warmth
of those who protected, yet were
subject to trouble, neglect, dejection.

Of Purple Dreams (inspired by ‘Purple Dreams’ video by Murat Sayginer)

Be bathed in purple.
An eggtimer wheels through the lights.
The God in his element in the sea of being.
The Christ stands with cool and warm.

(Blue and Red make Purple).
At the end of the arcade, the arbour of maidens,
Markers of the Aquarian age
Sits a Buddha.

And so we go inside Him, our kaleidoscopic being.
And find the key, warm or cool, on the Tree of Staghorn.
Here is the Diamond Point of clarity.
If up is out, and down is in,
And an eggtimer marks gravity’s spin,
What would come forth from our imagination?

A slippery fish supplants time, the purple sea churns as
Everything else ‘outside’ spins, and red and blue, cool and warm
Become purple, become mellow, and the Third Eye light comes on
Within an incarnation in the universal age.

Inside my mind is installed the Purple Dream.
The figures of man, stag, keys, and diamond are withdrawn,
The transmission flickers for an instant,
And the Black Hole is driven in.

Something Very Sweet Was Very Good In The 70s

Something very sweet was very good in the 70s,
Which the world has lost in its darkness and coolness.

Soul Train – what a name for a music-dance TV show!
Here’s to the one big single, ‘Sideshow’, of R&B soul vocal quintet

‘Blue Magic’ in the summer of 1974 – it rose to #1 on the R&B charts,
#8 on the Pop, overall the #19 song for the year as ranked by Billboard.

Blue Magic were also known for their synchronized choreography.
Visually oriented, they had several major television appearances.

So – question – If you think at all that the leading guy is too impossibly sweet!
Isn’t that answered by his ‘second voice’ that comes through in the end?

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Song Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TscxLlhMiig

 

Fuck, The

Fuck,
The suckers
Of the wire triangular
Shower-soap-holder
Keep coming off
The wall!
 
But,
Hard pressing
The fuckers against the
Wall doesn’t work, only
Pressing for a
Long time
 
Such
That pressure
Builds up slowly and
Surely it seems so
Well back to
The showering.
 
‘Course,
There’s the fear
That the fucker will fall
Again any minute, but no
It just stays
There. Fuck!