Acknowledge

the sadness is,

built in.

locked away, perhaps but,

soaked through,

permeated permanently into,

my being.

the Lion King might shout,

‘He lives in me’,

look see that sparky frosted shaft of light,

Is true,

I now acknowledge.

still there is a path,

I walk alone, His words of wisdom,

absent

His strength and fierceness 

epicure’s of the mist

[grasping this reality & walk on]

father reach down and take my arm

let us walk together

this journey to complete 

He who knows the way

March 3rd 2020

Etches Penmen

The White House

I am not alone, I am not alone

He will go before me

I am not alone, I am not alone

He will go before me 

He will never leave me

(Kari Jobe)

Ambitious Hopes

Ambitious Hopes

If I had a blank page (ooops)

what would I write?

what thought can’t I disclose

that would get-up

another’s nose?

what rainbow of my heart 

(would I Place here)

(begin again)

a quote from Solomon?

of Plato or Socrates?

or perhaps some pointed barb,

in modern garb? (tweet tweet) 

so to elevate my self esteem?

All I ask , a tall order it is,

that some of these words,

writ in black, 

throw down a,

light for others track.

(ambitious hope of an older sapien)

T Poe and Etches 

11th Feb 2019

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gentled illuminating us all

Approach-es

breathe, breathe deep,

pause the walking way,

and lookup,

lookout on all.

how shall we approach, 

the father (in prayer)?

how shall we lay aside? 

structure and the murder of in-learned belief?

the gang of rules?

how shall we come without agenda?

without menu?

without the dictionary of desire?

approach in trust,

step, 

step for a moment outside of this broken world,

step into mystery.

I pray,

silence me, silence me, silence me,

let us listen with the stars themselves,

let's listen with the ocean wave,

watch with the mountains,

for ,

the breath, the presence of ,

the one who loves ,

the one who called,

the one who chose,

now

close to you

Thomas Poe

24/01/2020

before the pestilence descended  :-0

Oxford 

Lament

how long

before?

people see,

people adore,

and return 

to you?

[embrace]

how harsh 

a winter

to realise 

and release

fragility.

reliance.

control.

power

is no longer, 

perhaps it never was,

in 

human 

hands.

[awakened]

oh let us

together,

lament,

we did not

praise you

when

all 

was

joy

Etches Penmen

The White House

Oxford

25/10/2019

Who thinks?

who thinks time

who controls slowly

who reflects rolls

who hopes over

who changes us

who can see a future one

who can talk by

who speaks bye

who can pass away one

quietly into

another world

Etches and T Poe

16th February 2019

TWH

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Freudian Slip

Freudian Slip

Double Dip,

The Freudian Slip,

unnoticed by the,

mouth it departs,

sword or humor,

from the heart,

to the ears of hearer,

more than sound impart,

A truth breaking out,

gasping for breath,

released so briefly, 

from psychotic mindlessness.

When your mind rules, 

over you heart,

be on the Listen for Freud’s 

Double Dip Doubts.

T Poe

Oct 2002

How long can we evade and bury our truths?

How long can we deny the voice of our hearts?

Graffeeti

Graffeeti

Cast me out as dust,

But save your name,

Leave me in dark shadow,

That no one speak ill of you,

Forsake me beyond the gate,

That others may not turn away,

Silent will I be,

Say nothing that I knew you,

If that is your wish and will,

But know that I will never,

Know that I shall not,

Know now forever,

That your name is never lost,

Spurn gossip and deny,

My actions did belie,

A truth hid in a lie,

My soul laid down to die,

Around the ragged rock,

The ragged rascal ran,

A ragged rock am I,

Running from I am,

Lieing at the heart, 

A fault line vein of old,

Dividing mind apart ,

Artists expression told.

Thomas Poe

Sydney 

Aug 2003