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Monuments

Monuments reach through the fog of the past,

grip the throat of the present.

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Glorified by shimmering statues,

atrocities continue to be inflicted

upon the populace they watch over,

long after the smoke has cleared,

long after the chains have been broken.

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Put on a pedestal, vaunted.

Celebrated in the public eye.

Little slices of history

not just to be remembered,

but revered.

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But reality gets twisted in the casting.

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Who decides what remains?

Whose version of the past prevails,

is enshrined, immortalized

by these shining bronze or marble odes

to messy - if not downright disgraceful - history?

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How they blind us to the tragic truth!

How beautifully, how elegantly they obscure!

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Their construction: an act of destruction.

Their ongoing presence: a continued absence

of atonement, of reckoning,

of coming to terms with the past

and living in harmony with the present.

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Only with their removal can we build ourselves up again.

#poetry #history #monument #confederate #critical thinking #write it out #new orleans #learn from the past #art

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These passages from Animal Farm seem eerily relevant these days. Very “post-truth.”

#books #george orwell #animal farm #truth is stranger than fiction #relevant #orwell

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This has always been my strategy.

my life plan

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Distortions

The lunatic fringe

now occupies the centre.

It’s disgusting to associate it

with the moon --

etymology notwithstanding.

Earth’s luminous satellite

guides our way through the dark night,

shedding light on the sombre path

that lies ahead.

Megalomaniacal madmen, meanwhile,

plunge the bright blue planet

into grim shadow,

obscuring all.

History repeats itself

like a distorted echo.

Facts become false;

obnoxious opinion overrules;

sickening lies turn true;

paranoia and fear

replace reason and love;

understanding is undermined.

Nichts ist klar.

Aber der Mond bleibt...

irgendwo im All.

#poetry #creative writing #distortion #bizarro world #topsy turvy #moon #history #astronomy #politics #german #etymology

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Deep dark clouds

loom large in leaden skies.

A restless, anxious wind

whips about,

plucking the last lonely leaves

from barren trees.

At night,

even the guiding light of the moon

is obscured,

and all the night-time travellers

trying to pick their way through the darkness

that’s descended on the Earth

get disoriented; all are lost.

In such a season,

not a shred of hope remains.

What can we cling to?

Better bundle up.

#alliteration #pathetic fallacy #poetry #write it out

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#poetry #write it out

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me: *displays affection by giving you links to posts i think are relevant to your interests*

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And another one! (Including the worst picture ever drawn of a crow.)

#poetry #write it out

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Figured I should update this thing once in a while for those of you not following me on Instagram where this initially appeared. (@scotts.daley.adventures, BTW.)

#poetry #write it out

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#poetry #creative writing #write it out #hymn #random #scribbles

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Time’s teeth slowly rip

apart our passion till there’s

nothing left but bones.

#haiku #daily haiku #time #passion #poetry #creative writing

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Sometimes I just want

to dissect your brain and sneak 

a peek at your heart.

#haiku #daily haiku #poetry #creative writing

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Smile Variations

Joy radiates from

her face; there too: wry warmth and

curiosity.

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Mona Lisa’s smile

has nothing on the playful

mystery of hers.

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I’m electrified

by her lightning smile ripping

through my cloudy skies.

#haiku #daily haiku #haiku trilogy #triku #poetry #creative writing #smile #face #lightning

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Navigators

Sunny, slapdash moments and glimpses;

happy hits and runs;

snapshots strung along life’s laundry line:

this is life. These are life.

And I always want more of them -- of it.

I’m hungry for more. Famished, truth be told.

But it’s precisely their tiny bite size

that keeps you coming back for more.

So savour the spaces between

the significant episodes.

It’s through the unbearable monotony

and agonizing anticipation

of the downtime

that the uptime gains its tantalizing flavour.

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Ships passing in the night

are so alluring to each other

since each is on its own mysterious, unknown,

perhaps unknowable journey.

Constantly travelling together

would evaporate the mystique.

So make your own passage,

chart your own course through life,

enjoy the shared moments while they linger,

wish your fellow navigators well

on their own incredible quests,

knowing that one day your paths --

seductively separate but lightly intertwined --

will cross again.

#poetry #creative writing #write it out #life is messy #snapshots of my life #fleeting moments

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Debt Cycle

I

Another dollar 

I don’t really have spent on

things I need to live.

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II

Another dollar

I didn’t earn and can’t pay

back is gone again.

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III

Fuck this fucking shit,

this neverending cycle

of utter bullcrap.

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IV

Fuck this fucking shit,

this constant aggravation:

capitalism.

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V

Compound interest’s like

beating a man who’s down for

the count. TKO!

#poetry #spilled ink #creative writing #haiku #debt #capitalism

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Baptism

Each step

A fumbling by brisk, battered feet

Towards a salvation that remains tantalizingly out of reach

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Hot, pounding heart

Taps out an exultant tattoo at eventide

Or a jubilant reveille at sunrise

A beat a beat a beat

An exhalation

An inhalation

Another

ANOTHER!

In machine gun succession

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Curious how this steady, intense motion

Both saps you & shoots you full

Of an energy you didn’t know you possessed,

How it shakes off the cobwebs

Clinging to a crusty brain

Tapped out, crapped on,

Gone dilapidated from bombardment by dim digital (sub)routines

To reveal the diamond gleam beneath!

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Crushed by the world,

You crush it right back,

Stomping it down under fleet feet with each stride,

The creaks and cracks of derelict joints

Smoothed out into a soothing symphony

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One step, another

A bead of sweat, another

Washing away,

Polishing the cranial grime

Built up over time

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Lightning in a bottle of a body,

Only striking, electrifying when shaken up

& sprayed out into the open skies

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A pumping propulsion

As much away from as towards

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How can you take it?

The dregs & the drear, I mean?

The daily grind?

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This is how:

With a baptism in sweat & exertion,

A sacrament in/of motion,

A relentlessly repeated ritual.

#anoldybutagoody #poetry #creative writing #running #baptism #ritual #fromthearchives

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dream TIME

in my dream,

i had you up against the wall,

but you were the one

who had me wrapped around your little finger.

our bodies melted into each other.

my mouth made hot wet circles

on your neck - your shoulders -

then proceeded northwards

to lightly fondle your earlobe.

you wore a light flowery dress,

extended your thigh

grazing - slinking - snaking

bringing me fully online.

earlier,

i think we ate strawberries.

before that,

we were riding in someone’s car after drinking.

it was night... or maybe morning...

or maybe we were up so late that it got early,

and finally 

we had a moment

to indulge ourselves

in some strawberry brick dreamscape

and made of that moment

a blissfully elusive illusion...

Until I woke up,

And it was confirmed to be IN FACT morning

By an intrusive ALARM.

TIME had sunk its teeth into us once again.

#poetry #creative writing #pg13 #sweetdreams #dream #time