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Here's a selection of what i think are the best poems in my project. they've been a long time coming, I know.

FIRST



14.02.01 AD


The answers are not for us, our hands are tied
Fearing god outside man outside past world
We stutter, caught, the shadows linger long after the sun has died
Today incessantly tracing the beginning of time marking the stones
Fearing god outside man outside past world
We must live amongst the dead whilst the dead are as if they were living
Today, incessantly tracing the beginning of time, marking the stones
We, servile, endlessly blessed, honestly human, are finally separate
We must live amongst the dead whilst the dead are as if they were living
At first we think we are too alone to stand as we fall, but
We, servile, endlessly blessed, honestly human, are finally separate
And we rejoice, burn those pictures, find a new idol and kneel.
At first we think we are too alone to stand as we fall but
Enamoured, ancient, impassioned, we endure
And we rejoice, burn those pictures, find a new idol and kneel
To a new, visible entity of spiritual defeat
Enamoured, ancient, impassioned, we endure,
We stutter, caught, the shadows linger long after the sun has died
A new, visible entity of spiritual defeat is coming
The answers are not for us, our hands are tied

23.05.1250



Two opposing unities of trust handled gracious fertility
One embodied soul entwined with another trusted
We are bound to believe in what we cannot see but
Know exists in daily proof of miracles of holiness of His love
One embodied soul entwined with another trusted
Kneeling before He who commands life or death or else other, who we
Know exists in daily proof of miracles of holiness of His love
At the marked right hand of this living age of slow hearts and steady minds
Kneeling before He who commands life or death of other, who we
Look to, to provide us with daily sustenance, the widening promise of eternal return
At the marked right hand of this living age of slow hearts and steady minds
Of glory be to God in the highest for it is he we
Look to provide us with daily sustenance, the widening promise of eternal return
Irrevocably tamed by the fury and impatience of our true hearts
Of glory be, to God in the highest for it is he we
Turn to with rank grey minds of stillness
Irrevocably tamed by the fury and impatience of our true hearts
We are bound to believe in which we cannot see but
Turn to our rank grey minds of stillness as
Two opposing unities of trust handled gracious fertility

NINTH


24.12.800



The mourning sun rose too late to know it
An iconoclastic visionary nightmare stumbled
Into the baying crowds of guilty grievers
Praying to the greatness of the world of God.
An iconoclastic visionary nightmare stumbled
And stopped glass shattered and headless armless limbless victims
Praying to the greatness of the world of God
Pulsing titillations of glory to be to those in the highest
And stopped glass shattered and headless armless limbless victims
Were left, still, contemplative, suffering scorched by desire
Pulsing titillations of glory to be to those in the highest,
Steeples clamoured and that unspeakable moment had passed
We’re left, still, contemplative, suffering scorched by desire
By broken shackles frayed rope any other reminder
Steeples clamoured and that unspeakable moment had past
And we morbid empty, shallow and exposed
By broken shackles and frayed rope or any other reminder
Unto the baying crowds of guilty grievers
And we, morbid empty shallow and exposed like
The mourning sun rising too late to know it


09.01.1927



Standing still as the swivelling axis passes
Void of time space knowledge, empty spaces
Blank faces of ill-placed mistakes, dangerous lies
Masked men sleeping in raised doorways covered with ash
Void of time space, knowledge empty, spaces
Dead fasting without water we crawl towards the inevitable
Masked men sleeping in raised doorways covered in ash
Our saviour dead face down eyes closed,
Dead fasting without water we crawl towards the inevitable
A cloud of hot air blows eastwards, underneath the covers of children,
Our saviour dead face down eyes closed,
Hands clasped in a prayer for what no-one knows is
A cloud of hot air blowing eastwards, underneath the covers of children,
As empty black water wells echo with voiceless treason
Hands clasped in a prayer for what no-one knows is
Mounting in the corner of the treasonable power
As empty black water wells echo with voiceless treason
Blank faces of ill-placed mistakes, dangerous lies
Mount in the corner of the treasonable power
We stand still as the swivelling axis passes

poetry

TENTH


18.07.830



It all began here that night
The whole sun rained and blew
Our patriot moss moaned and sunk
The eyes of our hearts chasing onwards

The whole sun rained and blew
In an avenue of colliding relief
The eyes of our hearts chasing onwards
Wondering lost and pleasing no-one

In an avenue of colliding relief
Those great houses succumbed to disorder
Wondering lost and pleasing no-one
We waited for the windowed morning to tell

If those great houses succumbed to disorder
To the beating of the world’s torn drum
We waited for the windowed morning to tell
Desperately white faces echoed, seeking hope

To the beating of the world’s torn drum
Our patriot moss moaned and sunk
Desperately white faces echoed, seeking hope
It all began here that night








18.07.1913



We stand at pillar point
Unable to run, or to tear
Adductive excuses, marked hands
They tried to tell us in hours

Unable to run, or to tear
Teaching eyes kneel and fall
They tried to tell us in hours
The transitional haunting slips by, unnoticed

Teaching eyes kneel and fall
The dogs begin to desire dark lovers
The transitional haunting slips by, unnoticed
Embracing sleep, the town raises

The dogs begin to desire dark lovers
And the mournful figure grows still
Embracing sleep, the town raises
From the guilty ground the past chokes

And the mournful figures grows still
Adductive excuses, marked hands
From the guilty ground the past chokes
We stand at pillar point



SEVENTH


06.11.560



The moon, our triumphant stone, lies
Clear, tears tease the edges of the sea
We gather fast, to chase the golden world
Of the city, listening possessively before us

Clear tears tease the edges of the sea
Waking moments thicken in the daylight
Of the city listening possessively before us
The sound of meeting chords strikes, my shadow

Waking, moments thicken in the daylight
People wonder from cross to time, their eyes alight
The sound of meeting chords strikes my shadow
To contemplate the earth and hear it say my name

People wander from cross, to time their eyes, alight
The candid, enduring sheets of truth shine
To contemplate the earth and hear it say my name
The past splits like a line of falling stars that gather

The candid, enduring sheets of truth shine until
We gather fast, to chase the golden world, as
The past splits like a line of falling stars that gather
Round the moon where our triumphant stone lies









06.11.1450



The walls of our past lean proud and fallen
He stands before me, soaked in red and open
In blissful birth, as the statue’s face is picked and moulded
By a contemplative pleasure principle

The poet stands before me, soaked in red and open
A mouth, full, expressive, except silenced
By a contemplative pleasure principle
Finally, it is exposed; the princely brother plants a fatal kiss

A mouth, full, expressive, except silenced
Raging in the mounting earthly heavens
Finally, it is exposed; the princely brother plants a fatal kiss
And that which is most sacred to our survival, words, tumble

Raging in the mounting earthly heavens
This age-new old philosophy of worldly kings
And that which is most sacred to our survival; words, tumble
My jaw is forced and tilts, to finally see the light of

This age-new old philosophy of worldly kings
In blissful birth, the statue’s face is picked and moulded
My jaw is forced and tilts, to finally see the light of
The walls of our past leaning proud and fallen

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