A constant fight; betwixt dark and light.
Ideas spark and linger.
Music, symphonies, singers.
Memories; dance, then, dissolve
into solutions, some warm and some cold,
creating a tepid potion,
a tumultuous, sloshing ocean,
of notions that decant and, then, go.
An absence of colour is met
with residual grief and regret,
a brick-less prison built upon debt.
Indebted solely to hope; within my mind’s anti-kaleidoscope.
An always unfair fight; betwixt dark and light.
The evil, selfish and greedy
extort the ill and the needy.
The powerful grease the wheels
to pedal their sordid deals,
and, colonisers who claim ground,
in Irony’s backyard and playground,
make lies; truth, and, beggared belief; real.
A pauper eating his hat from a clothes line,
pays in melancholy, fined for a lifetime,
while the rich quaff liquid joy, as they fine-dine,
lasso and Tug-the-Poor, without a rope; within society’s anti-kaleidoscope.
An existential fight; betwixt dark and light.
A tired, weary, bleeding planet,
as Satanic drills penetrate the granite.
Currency denoting worth,
and, ideologies of owning water and turf,
meant destruction of sea, air and land;
all bearing imprints of human hands.
Indelible marks that scourge the Earth;
soured, painful, acidic,
drunken, excessive, paralytic,
consumer, consuming, parasitic.
A plastic species, that especially interlopes; within a worldly anti-kaleidoscope.
An intergalactic fight; betwixt dark and light.
Infinity has a wicked sense of humour,
to implant us; a pitch-black-hearted tumour
in a solar system, in the Milky Way,
and, not a black hole where true darkness plays.
The macabre punchline is yet to come,
when darkness falls on stars and suns,
and, the galaxies that reached and stretched,
are grasped in the longing hands of death.
Waiting infinite time is not long… For some.
When you’ve seen stars burn bright, and, then, collapse,
comets and planets collide and crash,
creation, life and death in one laughing gasp.
There’s no end to an empty, spacious joke; within a universal anti-kaleidoscope.
