Serenity

Serenity in the eyes of a blue angel,

so long we have been singing this ancient fable.

Quick now feel my heart beat for you, in sync, don’t sink…

born to hold you…/upright and launch us to the sky,

high fly, we’ll never die, bullet proof aura of pink.

Green thunder rolls off over blue grass and violet roots,

we’ve turned this world upside down, stand at mountain foots,

leap up the crags to prove I’m here for you,

just exist is all I ask you do.

Look at me again with blue serenity,

love me for all eternity. My dear serenity.

D August 2018

Birthday Revolution

It’s my birthday and I have had a great day. As I continue my kick back against digitization I will be now posting my poetry this way. I’ve swapped my keyboard for a fountain pen, my digital camera for a 35mm Nikon, my smart phone for a dumb phone (phone calls and messages only), ordinance survey and a compass instead of Google maps and many other small changes where I benefit from the off grid world and the online beast that seems to be devouring the planet. Mentally I feeling really good, I even go out now without a phone at all! Something that probably hasn’t happened since the 90s. I still use the big PC and tablet at home but hey, it’s always been easy to follow someone home so these two devices knowing where I live I don’t give an arse about.

I feel happy, I feel safe and I have my family. What more could you ask for on your birthday. I’m a very lucky man.

Peace D

Crazy Soldier

So I took another bullet on the chin, like you’re trying to shoot out your sins.

Am I just your target because I’m the last man standing. The deaths of all my unit you had a hand in.

So what now? Your clip is empty, and I’m still here. Going to bring the reinforcements from the rear? Not this year;

I’m the crazy batshit soldier that burnt all the bridge’s.

D April 2018

Digital Wife

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So now we’re bound by copper, fibre optics and crammed transistors. You dance in the electronic dark with your sisters.

Leaving bread crumbs so obvious for me to follow. Asking for money friends payment for your silence but your threat is hollow.

You cannot offer me anything but more torture and pain and constant accusations that I’m insane.

For I know your not her, my digital wife would not be so crass. I don’t care if you call me a grass.

It’s you who is vulnerable with your lies exposed. I didn’t even need to use my computer to make it so.

My wife wraps her wings around me and we cuddle in the world’s information glow. For we know the places you can’t go.

Check your filter, adjust your meter, fly away Paul, fly away Peter….

D April 2018

(Just for note I’m not referring to mind fump in the last line, I’m talking about a much more ancient Peter.)

PS: Had a conjugate phone call from BT to see if they could ‘win me over’ but when I mentioned that my current ISP uses BT as their carrier they said ‘how you finding our sister company?’. After making a poem post about digital sisters I found myself triggered for a moment. Anyway for my clarity I was talking about collectives and some individuals, not net infrastructure companies, while taking about sisters/brothers. To be honest my current ISP kicks arse and I’m glad they are supported in some extent by BT. Also as I just configured my new router to work with it all so I’m not about to upset the apple cart. The most important thing I need in all areas of my life now is stability.

Peace D

Stirring in the sin;

A little bit power may take you a long way but you’ll wake up just as much part of the system on the next day

Steal my mind, steal my heart, steal my privacy, steal my pride, in fact you can have it all, but it’s me on the other side of the glass… are you sure you know which side of the cage your on. Because I see bear traps all around you and an abyss behind me I have no fear of.

Be sure this is what you want before the bombs begin to fall in your back yard.

Didn’t you know life was hard.

D April 2018

Your red tail (light).

You’ve locked your rear wheel, spun your juggernaut three sixty and you tell me this was part of your plan?

Your red handed, red lighted on your deviate words. Did you think I hadn’t noticed the gas light on your lips. Did you know I hadn’t actually flipped?

There’s a difference between a mad mans silence and a fools stupidity. Now all I need to prove you wrong is to out live you and your belief in my gullibility.

Welcome to the autumn of your life as my spring has just begun. And your welcome to all the music that I will sing and all the joy I have within.

D April 2018

So It Is?

Sometimes betrayal comes from the most unexpected places and can be a long time coming. So I’m very sorry for aiming at the wrong targets during my meltdown (IE; My immediate family and friends) Am happy at those who stood by me through it all but now my eyes are wide open.

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Peace (and honestly I’m trying to keep it that way) D