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Vincent V.
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Repetition
10/03/02
Meaningless. Like graffiti -
Anywhere - on a wall, on a bridge.
Meaning -
Less.
It-happened-once-it-happened-a-thousand
Times.
It is no more than the futility with which
Air
Is squeezed through a shape.
(To form words)
All meaningless hyperbole.
Convoluted mumbo-jumbo
Working, collaborating, conspiring,
As one large warring organism falling
Apart
With anarchy, internal strife.
The union of many nations, of aeons of
Evolution,
Culminating to one singleminded purpose.
Absolute divided unity.
(The mind says yes,
The body's not sure,
The hand does something else).
Powers so powerful that their
Arrogance
Leads them to speak in tongues.
Not as the bible speaks of
No
Still more incomprehensible than even that.
An alien language, the logic of which no one understands.
Yet all are agreed he is right.
"Let's kill the buggers"
We give birth to a new era.
One the same as any before it.
Humankind loosing all dignity, all hope, all faith.
Until some monstrosity occurs.
Then -
Oops!
Reconciliation, repentance, rebirth.
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Long Lay The Years
10/06/02 |
We Were
Born
Out Of The
Mother Of Mothers -
Britain.
Shipwrecked In
The
Deepest; Darkest
Africa:
Land Of Terrifying Beast,
Man-Eating Ebony Apes,
And Third World Countries.
Not To Mention
Wars
And Almost Extinct Animals.
Rich; Exploited.
Diverse; Hunted.
Cradle Of Civilization
Dying. Dead. Africa.
My Home.
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My Big Toe
10/30/02
I bleed
Like a wounded animal
Flop about
Blundering between black and white
Getting caught up snagged
Snared |
It grieves me
Like a precious jewel
Lost
My precious
I have no support
My aid - gone
Bothered by futile
Falsely impudent, impotent
Pitiful problems
Miserable, I, get up
Enough lessons
Enough piano
For today |
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Untitled
11/20/02 |
The image
Is smooth - dainty,
Slender, curves. My gaze
Sliding up those gracious
Lines,
To the source
Of Beauty.
The epicentre?
Or the zenith?
Of what?
The centre?
The pinnacle?
No.
There is
Something else -
Fiery features
So fastidious.
How contrasting.
Soft
Yet precise.
Full
Of passionate intensity.
The sweet fragrance
Of.
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Victim?
01/31/03 |
Fragile
like porcelain,
like a porcelain cup
falling.
Shatters. My
heart -
this cup,
a vessel, it seems, for
pain.
"live with conviction despite persecution"
how much then must I endure?
I see a sea of hissing snakes,
The sound that issues forth from them
is to my ears a cursed roar like
the thunderous breakers.
The sound -
their insults,
like the sea: vast, constant, powerful,
loud.
I do not listen,
but have I not ears?
Yes.
I do.
And so I hear
Every painful, piercing, spear -
their tongues flick my way.
Why do they spurn my proud heart so?
Should it not be a vessel of joy, of giving,
of love? Not a vessel of
pain.
This light that once did
burn
bright
is dampened
by their malevolent
web of words.
Yet will I not
sink
to
their
level.
Rather I will soar.
"Eagles do not catch flies".
They are not the glue
that holds my pieces
together.
I am what holds me together.
I have the strength, the power to
shine through.
My flame shall burn bright,
shall incinerate
what they have woven.
For I have
Faith
And Faith
is
the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
I
Will
Soar
above snake,
above fly!
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Aphrodite
02/24/03 |
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Pale, beautiful, fecund.
Rosy, snowy complexion.
Satin, smooth texture.
Lushes rose flowing into sterling white
Tolling, into unthinkable
Depths
Of greyish blue.
Unrivalled in every sphere:
Flaxen hair
Glowing eyes
Hhighlighting eyebrows (perfectly shaped).
Rosy marble lips -
Intensely
Sensual to the touch
- Fair, silky, textured.
Skin so light.
My Aphrodite. |
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A Favourite
04/22/03 |
It is one of those days again.
Not in a bad sense.
The
Skies are clear.
not like in summer,
summer skies are blurred, boiled,
they're scorched, hot, uncomfortable.
winter skies are
torched, harsh, grey
Spring skies are beautiful
so are the trees and the sky goes unnoticed -
But
Autumn
Skies
Autumn skies are
Crisp, clear, and fit for an
Epiphany.
No birds have left
the leaves are on the trees
but there is a feeling in the
Air:
something is going on
something is going to happen
the sky is an amazing sapphire blue
and the clouds are streaked across the
Sky
Like the masterpiece of an artist
the trees give a Technicolor display
that wows and oohs the world.
Autumn is an amazing fervent collaboration.
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