Sat 2 Dec 2006
urban cynicism
is my catechism as i wonder around
the barren ground of ugly architecture an suburban sprawl
this world is such a beautiful place
as it spins around in outer space
how can it be we`ve lost the sacred in our race
for modern living its a disgrace
some days i feel like i`m going to kill
as i tool up in side and cross the threshold
that thin divide an turn serial killer suicide
walking out in the street
guns blasting
what a heat
mowing down the supporters of mediocrity
an act a symbol of protest
at this god dam god awful mess
of living in our 20c pool of cess
however my pen is my weapon
thank the quatum heaven
as the sputtering of my ink
is far better than the stink and chattering of an a k 47
issuing hate at a rate
most people would find hard to contemplate
As I sit in my suburban prison
shrugging with indecision
one thing comes to mind
that saves my mind
at least i can see and feel
perfection
the epiphany of being
as the sacred moment comes into focus
the venusian ray comes on
all is not lost
i sing this song of celebration
that rhythm that light the colour the angles
the geometry of perfection is my angel
leading me into salvation
as my soul is opened with the golden key
art in action
exaltation
today we do produce great works
often in the name of science
as we explore the inner an outer reaches
of inner and outer space
know as cern
where Giants accelerate atoms rushing them around
smashing them to pieces
picturing the sound
an although this may be an eccentric view
when I first saw a picture of particle z
my reaction was phew
what a beautiful example of modern art
produced by a team of people working so hard to capture
PARTICLE Z
WITH A PRICE TAG THE OLD MASTERs CAN NOT COMPETE
2 billion pounds
magnifique
so perhaps there is some hope in our modern race
this might be our version of
the pyramids
chartres or grand central station
but
yesterday on the news i saw amongst the rubble
the space telescope hubble looking at creation
amongst the trouble of
dame shirley porter grocer`s daughter
tory dirty dealings and a deep sense of grief
over bosnia and palestine boiled my inner feelings
as I ask myself how this be
all this carnage in the name of allah
jehovah or the plo
I heard a man pledge his 21 children to the cause
so as each one was killed a new one would fight
i saw these poor children already sold
like a futures market produce
into a mind set of slavery
before they grew bold
wake up wake up
we are living on one world in division
tearing each other to pieces in
the name of something or other
when really we are all brothers and sisters in
the sub atomic world and galactic structures
what we need is a new vision
to heal this world deep incisions
all I can offer to my fellow earth dwellers is my
appreciation of nature in perfection
which turns my head even in the darkest moments
of depression
Get a picture of particle Z
and meditate upon those fine threads
that connect us together
look at a picture of the earth hanging in space
feel its beauty and amazing grace
then turn your gaze up into the heavens
and drink the majesty of n g c 317
brought to you though the magic of space telescope hubble
sailing around on our atmospheric bubble
28,000 miles above our troubles
I hope these thoughts
may lift you for one moment out of the mire
of hate despair an loathing
of the major and minor chords
at who knows best and convenience foods
so if these words reach your heart
the next time you are tearing your self apart
i beseech you
take one moment to look
at some wonderful art