The Debut Again of the Shallow Insincere Platitudes Reality Show For Another Time

Knock knock…

Who’s there?

Trite!

Trite who?

Trite trite again.

Really?

Reality, over and over again

You are so tiresome.

Its in here somewhere as it manifests invisible

It touches me on my shoulder, here I am

It hugs me and tells me I am wonderful, here I am

It lies and cheats on me, here I am

It loves me unconditionally, here I am

It rapes me broken and spent, here I am

It leaves me vulnerable and questioning, here I am

Between God and this hard place

The words, my understanding, are there

The perspective of those misunderstanding my understanding

Not my reality but real never the less

Lies in full bare horror before me

Revulsion now, a concern then, a repulsion to come

These things that never let me down, have begun

Oh why oh why do they forsake me

This vinegar soaked cloth dabbed into my salt addled wounds

Re-opening the blood letting

Life ebbed to exhaustion

Then awaken again, rise to face the muse

Wrestle it to submission

And understand once again the reality humanity

It is a shallow brook, cool and clear and refreshing and reflective

Broken and gashed by the stones in its bed

Changed by the sticks dropped, thrown, fallen

Then lodged to its contained soul

Testing its confines, wreaking havoc now and again

To be loved again and again and again

Again at that point where you question your own reality

Not sure where your centre is anymore

It is there, aware, open to the ruminate bombardment of all

A single point of light, the comfort beacon

You, an angel tired, real

Knock knock…

Whose their?

Malefic Immobility

In reality it really is just a bunch of frilly things

Stuck in time she is

Stuck in time he is

Never growing, emotional stumps

Frozen in time

The inertia of their very being

Holding them to the very thing they found precious

So very very very long ago

And now they can’t see it

They are in the race

Traveling the furlongs

No awareness of presence of beings

Blinders holding them to the sole path they follow

And they wonder

Why is my ass hurting so much

Who in hell is whipping me and why would they

I really hate this

But it is all I have known

I hope I can have oats tonight

Hearing One Side of Talking Bollocks

It must be hard for you but stick with me and yea shall be au fait with my say I haven’t seen her in donkey’s years but provide a stiff upper lip and in time all will be bees knees so best of british to you gor blimey mix all this together and bobs your uncle but careful he is a smarmy fellow which makes him brilliant and lucky in my eyes eee you cheeky monkey you had best clear off you lot what’s that oi’ you are talking a load of cadwallop except that is dear isn’t it do you do fun in the sneaky and unless you are caught it will be easy peasy now stop fannying around and get on with it really fiddlesticks he is full o’ beans cause we was off for a gander are we all right ‘k get stuffed but not bloody likely yet when you feel up give us a bell so I can tell how we took a flutter on cards and yes he was gobsmacked by it all and now I am really gutted cause he being doing the slap and tickle with out me what coor good on you things are goin’ like a bomb for you but be careful mate cause do that again and you could be in her majesty’s pleasure yes all will be hunky dory but hold I’m off for a jimmy riddle.  You are pulling my knob cause he be doing sweet fanny adams lad oh come on who’s being the nancy boy then did you see him grem made me dicky it did yes I’m on the job you don’t get owt for nowt otherwise he be doing a piss lately and its got him in porridge with his wife what a prat one day he will learn to put a sock in it he won’t be no rumpy pumpy otherwise yes it is a parky day did you know she got caught scrumpling for the dumplings but its all sixes and sevens between ‘em now why is you all a skew-whiff what not my cuppa tea friend you been all skive to me lately would you fancy a snog soon sod it don’t get shirty with me young man when I’m feeling morish eh sod’s law it is yes I understand geez again I am off to spend a penny old I am.  And yes its all squidgy but you say a word and you’ll be off to Coventry with me you tosser you wanker whatever you twat nobody likes a whinger wot alright I haven’t heard from you in yonks but now I am zonked I’ll ring you up again tara.

Poetic Truth?

We are the poets

Therefore

Love and hate are worth dying for

A force unseen

To the heresy or veracity scene

Our view

Scribes of life’s time eternal

In these words

Truth can be found

Cryptic and simple

Lyrical, prosaic, romantic, emotional

Hope does abound

In the witness we do see

Our words are yours

To interpret

To deduce

To construe

How will you take it to mean

If Only the Adults Knew

Now why is that picture askew?

What quaking events took place here?

And only on that wall.

The chair is moved.

The table bench too.

So why is that picture askew?

Not me not me

Says the ginger haired waif

Innocent rolling eyes back and then froe

Stocking covered feet pushes imaginary stuff

A flowing scarf circles in hand

Innocence conjured forth

Not me not me

Says the light haired waif

I was way over here nowhere near there

I cannot even reach that picture askew

From way over here (eyes down)

Smirked innocence conjured forth

Well these things did not move themselves

And I bet if the cat could talk

It could tell me what happened

Perhaps it was it, though I cannot see how

The reason a mystery

But I bet it would make

A wonderful show

Though….