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Etienne.

Doubts

 

There can be no doubt,

that I am not,

what I am not,

I thought I was something else,

but now I see,

I was something else.

Delusion made me sure,

and sureness deluded me,

A lantern came slowly through the fog,

and the fog was in no doubt,

I was adrift,

in a dark profound fog.

Comfortable the arms of despair,

wrap themselves around me,

filling me with,

that uncomforted feeling,

of  what is, undoubtably,

nothing at all.

Emptiness came looking for me,

and found nothing to take,

No Doubt disappointed at going away empty,

but safely,

the same,

as when it came.

Surprisingly!

Unexpectedly!

a small Hope rose to challenge, 

So, doubt hid a while,

knowing, no doubt, his place,

but  just for a moment, 

for whilst I hope a lifetime,

yet undoubtably I doubt,

I just doubt.

Etches Penmen

The White House 

August 2020

(edits May 21) 

I sliced.

Important, Importance is Important I say,

Imbued,         Embroiled in Independence I Dance,

Intoxicated, Isolated in Ignorance I am oblivious,

Idolatry,         Awash with power I procure hope,

Intuitive,         Knowing the answer intangibly fraught,

Institution, It lies Locked away with those who know they know,

Enamoured. Blindly in love with images of those around me,

Irrelevant, Alas missing the point and washed away,

Ir-repressive, Yet still I cling to the the bubbly surface spray,

Immovable, Holding on Ego full to the Importare idea.

I am. That I am.

Thomas Poe & Etches Penman

2002-2009

Oxford Corner, Sydney

Originally Called 'Important says the White Rabbit' Of Matrix or Alice's fame or frame.Why? I really can’t tell. 

Can we hear ?

Can you hear?

Steel on Steel,

Wood on Wood,

Stone on Stone,

The Waterfall,

Can you hear?

the Hand on Heart,

meeting Eye to Eye,

warm Feet on Sand,

the Kiss of Hello  - Goodbye?

Can you See?

a Head to Head,

a Toe to Toe,

men using Steel and Wood, 

against their Foe.

Grinding Earth into Dust,

Greed and Lust,

Want and Desire,

Passion and Plea,

Hearts all a Fire.

Can you feel?

An image - a sound? 

What melts your mind?

what sends your spirit soaring?

does your heart hear & see?

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Nov 2009 - earliest date

T Poe

cannot wait

To Western Man 

Life a is a meal

in 7 course to partake

she is served life on a plate

Out of Control

As if our perceptions really mean

it’s In Control

Within the frame, 

time and Picture

within the bounds 

I had understood

With in me

Golden Leaf

A golden leaf of Autumns grace,

falling towards me,

it floats,

knowing nothing of rules,

it darts,

knowing nothing of economy,

it catches,

attention but, cares not,

it radiates,

the sun twinkling through its fading pastel water colour.

leaf and wind,

laugh together,

two friends,

in love of life.

I reach to catch it ,

it whispers its name:

‘I am Simplicity’,

not for holding ,

not for documenting,

not for analysis,

Simply a moments joy,

Simply a breath in life,

Simply a reminder,

of wonder.

Etches etching

Jul 09 

Thomas reworked in Covid times 

can i reach out to others; as does the simple Autumn leaf.

 

Thanks, Roads, Kings and Foundations

For some thanks, 

For some no thanks at all,

If only I had realised,

If only my mind had seen,

You cannot travel two roads ,

Not two roads at once,

To think it,

is only a dream,

Seek no other Kings,

and see,

The tide has washed away,

the buildings of this life,

Oh, and now we see, 

the foundations laid,

oh, so much larger,

than the life lived.

November 2007

Thomas Poe

Feel like I might have read those final few lines somewhere in my life

so let me know to whom I may owe credit. Etches.

Betrayal - shh

 

we hear its name,

we hear its name,

we hear its name,

we often watch it play the game,

on tip of tongue,

it lurks waiting for a captive,

to be set ‘free’,

on you and me,

the promise broken,

a hope postponed,

a volte-face,

the paternal correction,

an enamoured mis-direction,

a kiss.

we hear its name,

we know its coming,

the beat of drums,

a lie becoming,

its shadow falls on us.

it falls on us,

it falls on us,

the room has gone cold,

an indiscretion,

the white lie,

a cover over the frail drawn self,

the stumble becomes a fall,

a truth become a lie,

a kiss.

we hear its name,

we flinch,

we cry,

we are crushed,

we are torn,

we are betrayed.

Etches Penman

Oxford Corner

9th November 2009 .

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Pondering betrayal for many weeks now. How is it that we have trust and hopes

often silk tissue paper thin on the walls of life, some might poke holes, but the

betrayal of trust tears the fabric - the beauty drains from every face. Alas the loss

Edited and added Nov 2020 -11 years later but alas

so much betrayal during these covid times

so much theft of hope.