Sun stained face
Coloured black from the rays
Bathed in a continuous flow
Of salty stenched liquid
Just like the uncovered toilet bowl
Succumbing to society’s enslavement.

No house to rent
No money to spend
Entwined and merely protected
And covered by the vastness of earth's sky.

Seeds of tears in rags
And tattered raiments
Remind them of the need
For a continuous supply of oxygen
Of life or death?!

Survival merely lies within the vast
Expanse of wild forest
To nourish the seeds
To cherish
To grow
For the poor deprived souls.

In time , the seeds will be consumed
They will perish, stifle
And be malnourished
A six-foot-six casket
Will be their bed.

And the Earth will fold in
The greatest of her stars will fade
And disappear into the Beyond
Into nothingness.

And nature’s fertility will dwindle away
Taking across the miles the smiles
Across the valleys
And over the great seas
To be viewed on the other side
Of the hemisphere
By a few mighty organisms
Still to be trampled
By the competition!
No escape for the seeds
Of poor sun stained face.
(Written December 1992)

(3) Tension's Grip

How dare you
Entwine my being like a saprophytic plant?
Sucking at my flesh
A host for your sting?

Snaking my head
Stifling my breath
Racing my pulse
Accelerating my heartbeat
To pressure my blood vessels
To dilate my brain
To expand
To kill!

How dare you engulf my central nervous system?
Render me incapable of conscious thoughts
Conscious reasoning
Sexual appetite
Sexual joy
Unable to cope with life’s tasks
And challenges
Unable to communicate with my friends
My foes
My children
And my children's children.

Let go of my being!!
Free me of your neurotic vibrations
Your rapid convulsions.

Your goal is clear
To induce sadness
To elicit madness
To create brain haemorrhage
To cause me to suffer
Us to suffer
My children to hunger
And my girlfriend to cry
A community to dress in black
In large numbers
With wet eyes and damped handkerchiefs.

With outstretched hands
And clawish fingers
You grip my emotions
Making them
Making me lose control.

I know who you are
I am the STAR
You are tension's grip
But with the Beyond's help
I shall slip!
(Written February 1990)

(27) Suicidal Watch

Crawling swiftly through
The vacuum space of time
All that is conspicuous and present
To this rodent sniffing and licking at its freeway track
Steadfast in its stride to feast on the cheese
The bate on its fatal trap!

The rodent now somehow ironically assumes an intelligence so deep
So philosophical- Long ago discovered by the psychologist Skinner
She begins to question her quest for life
And ponders on the unknown; could it be her escape?!

Apart from burrowing in her holes
And nibbling on the rashions of her environs
And wastes of her masters
She hungers steadfastly twenty four hours a day.

This rodent feels nought of life
Approaching more rhythmically in thought and being
The path to mortality's beat.

What hurt and pain can a rodent bear?
What meal she needs but the natural grass?
That breeds hope
To clothe her youngsters' nest
That's her natured role.

The chanting, cheering voices in her mind's ears
Almost schizophrenic
Now convincingly inched only a stone's throw
From that weapon of relief and peace
She pauses to welcome it with glee.

And every time that she misses her meal
And every moment that she longs for affection
From alien and homely rodents
Every second edges to a truer and growing desire
To eat of the bate set by the masters of the terrain.

The watch of time
The time of freedom
The freedom of pain
Suicidal trap induced, beckoned.

The pain to ease will cease
With the eating of the cheese
And all will be well
Her hurtings will sleep into infinity
With her deity
And who knows, there may be hope then!
Sure her flesh will provide nutrients for a battered soil
To be re-cycled to man and beast alike
She will not have travailed into mortality in vain.
(Written - August 6, 2002 )