posted on March 22, 2014 at 8:30 pm
 the poet lionised

the poet lionised

i fell such a long way to be with you

my night was a slide

something on the billowing pillows made me drown

my gambit becomes my sacrifice

i lose the game

i renounce the crown

i drove through the rain

i ascend to my chamber hands and head full

the photograph of a magical naughty boy in a field of nude women

wow my clock is beating slow

the thunder was a relief grumbling over the sea

sleep trampled blackness as i go down into the waiting dream

theyre all there waiting for me

i can never rest wherever i am

i run through a jungle night

this is all taking too long

all the drugs have surely burned my brain

why do i run?

who do i fear?

but i’m working working working in my dream

running around fixing everything that starts to break all over again

envisaging mars i trip over pluto

thirsty and tired i am so persecuted invisibly

i meet a lovely woman although she is just a dream

sweet woman take me in please take me in

yes she is a foreigner and she beckons aloofly

i cant get a fix the smoke will not come

i’m so busy my legs are so aching

i run and i go nowhere at all

i struggle and moan caught in an unseen chain

the nectar boils over

the sweet honey love maker has gone

i know a word to say to get me out of this room

i try to remember the word and i try many others

i can never capitulate

anxiety pursues me with its nameless shadows

the numbers come up

the credits omit my names

the centuries roll on burying us under them

everything i said was true or coming true

look no further

everything you see in front of you

is me




17 Responses to “archeologist in future digs”

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    Kohl Ette | 22 March 2014 at 9:02 pm #

    In another life another world another time we would have time for nothing but eachother we would not have to rush or be anywhere other than here, just you and me. Now we would sit down to lunch with nothing other than desire to be together time would drift liquid, gaseous, solid,whatever (! haha no need to abbrev) like flowers of the fields birds of the sky no concerns about what to eat or wear the afternoon would ripen this we would witness with mellowness wisdom pleasure insight sadness delight perhaps even disdain the evenings, nights and mornings would come and go and we will remain.

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    paul | 23 March 2014 at 1:59 am #

    this tripped me up and out into space it is prose perfect .thank you

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    Anonymous | 23 March 2014 at 8:18 am #

    Nice. Words revealing your struggles. Capturung us up into your emotions/feelings and journey that you descriptically offer us.
    Funny -had dream [? Real )(never know w me)]-the situation was one that if I did not get the words out I would be trapped in the situation in that state 4eva w perhaps many others in the same state. It took everything I had to focus and form & force tthose words as i pushed them out and off the tongue and out the mouth. ‘”Deliver us good Lord”. A moment longer and the words maynot have formed or exited. But in an instant as they formed and were spoken – the situation was gone and I was now in a deep sleep.

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    Cocoamo | 24 March 2014 at 3:20 pm #

    But this picture makes you look so mean. I don’t see you that way. Am I wrong? I wouldn’t think so.

    Again you find words that conjure up such deep black subconscious sadness. Hope this is poetry and not the reality of a tortured soul.

    Well written, whatever the case may be.

    You deserve peace, joy, and laughter… To revel in the love that surely surrounds you.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    Keysie | 24 March 2014 at 6:09 pm #

    really like these more immediate poems x

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    cheryl | 24 March 2014 at 8:55 pm #

    perhaps she beckons aloofly to conceal her true feeings for you

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    Anonymous | 24 March 2014 at 11:21 pm #

    I actually AM an archaeologist. But I see what you were saying here.

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      thetimebeing | 25 March 2014 at 11:09 am #

      really an archaeologist? take me with you on yer next dig!

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        Anonymous | 25 March 2014 at 9:30 pm #

        It won’t be an exciting one, unfortunately. Although, somewhat bizarrely, it’s looking for the remains of a Second World War anti-aircraft battery known as a ‘Starfish’ site! I shit you not! Funny old world…

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          thetimebeing | 26 March 2014 at 8:05 am #


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            Anonymous | 26 March 2014 at 9:06 pm #

            Great Burdon, near Darlington, County Durham – all the glamour jobs, eh! Starfish sites were set in fields and had decoy buildings and roads around them, with gas burners to make it look as though they were on fire. The idea was that Nazi bombers would aim for those and drop bombs there rather than in Darlington itself!

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          Anonymous | 26 March 2014 at 11:30 am #

          I’m sure with kilbey on your outing, he would make it exciting for you. He appears to like to seek and find. You never know he maybe the one to find it. The rest of us will just come along for the ride to escape ….

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    Anonymous | 25 March 2014 at 8:03 am #

    Yr very good w yr imagery scenes. The optical illusion of the black & white pic has like a devil image of u with long spindley pointy ears, to the right of u, looking over yr left shoulder, on a scale on a small phone (samsung note ii, inthis case) . But if it is enlarged the detail Is lost.

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    Kohl Ette | 26 March 2014 at 10:13 am #

    Really, some of those subtexts are mind boggling amongst other things…Or is it just me? Some may see a devil, others may see a whimpled mother superior, others may see a monocled baboon looking over your shoulder.

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    Kraig | 9 April 2014 at 5:39 am #

    What is trash today is someone else’s treasure tomorrow. Our present day landfills and trash heaps will be the dig of the century in some far off future, layers upon layers of rich history to be studied. I sometimes wonder if that beer bottle I used to throw away but I’m now recycling, will be studied deeply in the future. I also think they won’t enjoy it as much as i did 500 years prior, LOL

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