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

AFM BD

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

Tomorrow (better read slowly)

the Wind has blown out,

the Tide ran away,

the Autumn faded in disarray, 

the Laughter fled the Sense of Sorrow,

it knew would come,

on this the, day, called,

Tomorrow,

hopes all a-smudged in the dust of time,

taken, lost, abandoned, bereft,

words alone now, the others all left,

no gunshot, no victory, no glorious death,

perhaps, just us and an obit for lady macbeth.

we’re stuffed in just a few weeks time,

we’ll close the doors,

we’ll walk away,

we needed money like a horse needs hay,

some will laugh and some will cry,

some will point as we walk by.

but if all thats left is This,

then we can say,

at least we tried to win the day,

we worked we toiled ,

boiling blood and sweat, 

and still we dream of better yet

and still we dream of better yet

Etches Penman

Sep 09

In Iserlohn

an Ancient German town

were hope wears a purple gown

and we dream of better yet.

Blew a Fuse

Blew a Fuse

A narrow path,                 A cliché,

Between tall rocks,            A bears tale,

the Mist of Aargorn?          A classic tall story,

on A road less travelled.     A 70’s psychology, 

Failure: Set a goal; did not achieve,

Let another; alas my own demise,

Rejection now, for failure of attention.

Navigation:

How can I give my ‘on’?

The tools for this, this, 

long road to run?

Success:

Another day, another hour,

Pick up this minute,

Hope to try again.

Etches Penman 

Oxford 

April 2008 

45 Minutes to Midnight

Etches emendments  

2020

Wandering Dust

Wandering,

Wondering,

Walking the earth,

Earth walking earth.

The dust of the earth,

Rose up and walked on dust,

Now the dust wanders wondering,

how dust came to wonder.

and why like dust,

man blows from,

place to place,

never at peace because he knows,

he is just wandering dust.

Life from dust to dust,

Life wandering the surface of the earth,

Wandering in wonder.

T. Poe 

Feb 2002

I like dust between my toes, sticking when they’ve been wet.

I think of dust storms so destructive yet powerful and amazing,

Dust storms are when men think they can do more than dust can do.

Politicians are oft dust storms, a blinding fog of flaky humanity swirling around.

And to Forgiveness

And to Forgiveness

That I might Forgive

Forgive the one I hate

The one I war against

Against myself

Self will

Will

Will I Am

I Am forgive what I Cannot

Cannot because I seek Perfection

Perfection only seen In Christ

In Christ

In Christ My Perfection

I shall be a reflection of tHis Perfection

But Perfection I will not be

Not Be yet

Yet I will be.

Thomas Poe

November 2000
Oxford