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

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