A Foreword
Human nature is an unsettling image fraught with logical asides tore from the superfluous self gratification that we deem acceptable. In fact we applaud the life long departures that an egotist must conform to.
We only think we know the truth
But the truth so often evades us,
Leaving subtle allusions to reality
While crafting illicit lies,
The delusional and the merciful
So often dispense of all needful vanities,
Shaming shamanistic nihilists
For fear of retaliation sans fact,
Gender specific issues adorn magazine covers
Ignoring the willingly ignorant,
Who need not heed consumerist calls,
Promoting a pariah known only as spiritual autism,
As the river Tiber once again bastardizes our bounty
Spoiling the harvest with innocent blood,
Leaving only those with self realisation
Lacking in denial and hedonistic wit,
Yet we'll always demonise what we don't understand.
Photographic egos awash
With wayward thought,
Imply that I need not deny
My future found distraught,
Amongst the mourning pilgrims
Whose sincerity permits,
Artistic calculations that
Feign impertinence and wit,
For qualities as such regret
Their master’s fading flair,
And as my moment lacks denial
I remain the vain voyeur.
Overt salience, scheming rendezvous’ with aged motifs forgot,
Covert cautions, waltzing regrets upon echoed theistic thoughts,
Tolerate Saladin, cavorting eunuchs with masterful works apart,
Ordained Jerusalem, earning respect upon plagiarised works of art,
Bestiality woven, mourning denial with mothers bereaved yet true,
Enterprise Richard, learning to cope upon lies in league with you,
Reigning oestrogen, dealing the truth with menopausal woes,
Saviour’s dalliance, wasting wonders upon the emperor’s new clothes.
Cigarettes remain overused,
A cliché unto themselves,
Do you understand affliction
Fear of dance and rhythmic thrusts,
“Persistent sons cast fervent shadows upon their father’s worth.”
“Do you always talk in such a cryptic manner?”
“No, but I feel as if we’ll never come to a reasonable conclusion.”
“What is it that we need conclude?”
“Ignorance, penance and over reliance on………..”
“Logic?”
“Well then it’s not so much of a conclusion as it is an intellectual and spiritual holocaust.”
“A contradiction of terms.”
“Ai, but when have I ever conformed to……….”
“Logic?”
“Ai.”
“You seem to have become rather unsure of yourself.”
“As have you.”
“And how can you be sure of that?”
“Persistent sons cast fervent shadows upon their father’s worth.”
“…………………………”
Signs with red circles are mostly prohibitive.
An Afterthought
As I’m sure you’ll agree that even I find it a challenge to empathise with myself. The assorted musings of a narcissist do little to stimulate one’s soul.
Human nature is an unsettling image fraught with logical asides tore from the superfluous self gratification that we deem acceptable. In fact we applaud the life long departures that an egotist must conform to.
We only think we know the truth
But the truth so often evades us,
Leaving subtle allusions to reality
While crafting illicit lies,
The delusional and the merciful
So often dispense of all needful vanities,
Shaming shamanistic nihilists
For fear of retaliation sans fact,
Gender specific issues adorn magazine covers
Ignoring the willingly ignorant,
Who need not heed consumerist calls,
Promoting a pariah known only as spiritual autism,
As the river Tiber once again bastardizes our bounty
Spoiling the harvest with innocent blood,
Leaving only those with self realisation
Lacking in denial and hedonistic wit,
Yet we'll always demonise what we don't understand.
Photographic egos awash
With wayward thought,
Imply that I need not deny
My future found distraught,
Amongst the mourning pilgrims
Whose sincerity permits,
Artistic calculations that
Feign impertinence and wit,
For qualities as such regret
Their master’s fading flair,
And as my moment lacks denial
I remain the vain voyeur.
Overt salience, scheming rendezvous’ with aged motifs forgot,
Covert cautions, waltzing regrets upon echoed theistic thoughts,
Tolerate Saladin, cavorting eunuchs with masterful works apart,
Ordained Jerusalem, earning respect upon plagiarised works of art,
Bestiality woven, mourning denial with mothers bereaved yet true,
Enterprise Richard, learning to cope upon lies in league with you,
Reigning oestrogen, dealing the truth with menopausal woes,
Saviour’s dalliance, wasting wonders upon the emperor’s new clothes.
Cigarettes remain overused,
A cliché unto themselves,
Do you understand affliction
Fear of dance and rhythmic thrusts,
“Persistent sons cast fervent shadows upon their father’s worth.”
“Do you always talk in such a cryptic manner?”
“No, but I feel as if we’ll never come to a reasonable conclusion.”
“What is it that we need conclude?”
“Ignorance, penance and over reliance on………..”
“Logic?”
“Well then it’s not so much of a conclusion as it is an intellectual and spiritual holocaust.”
“A contradiction of terms.”
“Ai, but when have I ever conformed to……….”
“Logic?”
“Ai.”
“You seem to have become rather unsure of yourself.”
“As have you.”
“And how can you be sure of that?”
“Persistent sons cast fervent shadows upon their father’s worth.”
“…………………………”
Signs with red circles are mostly prohibitive.
An Afterthought
As I’m sure you’ll agree that even I find it a challenge to empathise with myself. The assorted musings of a narcissist do little to stimulate one’s soul.
