Poetry – Civilisation

Civilisation

A thin veneer.

A film of ice.

A wall of paper.

A tissue of lies.

A gossamer thread.

Civilisation is an illusion.

Through the thin skin

We can see the maggots squirm.

Pierce the fragile epidermis

And release reality.

It is peace that is unusual.

It is violence that is the norm.

All it takes is a nudge

To release the hate;

A prod or two

To elicit fury.

Inside, the tribal prejudice

Lies dormant,

Waiting for the spark,

To entice it into a blaze.

Always there are those

Who, for personal gain,

Are eager to release the beast,

To set it free

And profit from the carnage

In its wake.

For war is the normality of humanity.

Opher – 14.10.2019

I watch the racist thugs at the football stadia, the rise of Neo-Nazis, the division and hatred created by Johnson and Trump, and the nastiness of the far-right and I know – humanity is a violent, stupid species.

Throughout our history, we create wars, torture and enjoy abusing animals for fun. We have a nasty, brutal streak.

We love pain.

We are arrogant.

We love violence.

We never learn.

There is always someone who wants power or wealth at any cost. We are trashing the planet for personal gain. There is always someone who wants it all without wanting to put in the effort.

Our history is one of bloodshed and crime.

Civilisation is a chimera.

Poetry – Energy

Energy

Energy is the only exchange,

                Art the only purpose.

Symbols trap reality

                Perception changes

                                Senses evolve

We learn to understand.

Isolation

The enemy.

Communication

A down payment

                For a better future.

Opher – 7.2021

Living together in harmony with each other and the world, creatively, is the best we can hope for.

Poetry – The Sun Just is.

The Sun Just is.

The sun just is.

                The story reads itself.

Any dream is as real.

A mind roams the universe.

                We feel

                                We think

                                                We see.

Everything adds up to nothing.

Nothing contains it all.

                We wonder

                                We taste

                                                We conjure.

Reality is inexplicable.

Consciousness an illusion.

                We touch

                                We think

                                                We disappear.

I just am

                When I am.

Opher – 7.12.2021

Explaining infinity, consciousness, dreams or reality requires magic.

We exist.

There is no explanation.

Poetry – Where?

Where?

Where was time

Before the first second?

Where was matter

Before the first atom?

Where was space

When nothing existed?

Where am I?

Opher 24.8.2019

The philosophy of being never ceases to enthral me.

They say the universe began with a big bang. In that instant all time, matter and energy was created.

That is impossible to comprehend.

We find it easier to create gods.

Where?

Where was time

Before the first second?

Where was matter

Before the first atom?

Where was space

When nothing existed?

Where am I?

Opher 24.8.2019

The philosophy of being never ceases to enthral me.

They say the universe began with a big bang. In that instant all time, matter and energy was created.

That is impossible to comprehend.

We find it easier to create gods.

Poetry – The Fifth Dimension

The Fifth Dimension

I want to live in the 5th Dimension

Where we cherish the chimpanzee!

Oh yes, the fifth dimension

Is really the place for me!!

There are those who say it is from the heart –

A sanctuary of love, peace and happiness

That could be accessed by all of us

In a place that is most mysterious!

I want to live in the 5th Dimension

Where we cherish the chimpanzee!

Oh yes, the fifth dimension

Is really the place for me!!

I dream of a place of infinite love,

Free of this greed and cruelty.

A place that exists in harmony

What better place to be?

I want to live in the 5th Dimension

Where we cherish the chimpanzee!

Oh yes, the fifth dimension

Is really the place for me!!

Some say there are 26 dimensions

That are the basis of reality!

I don’t care about the other 25!

The 5th is where I want to be!

I want to live in the 5th Dimension

Where we cherish the chimpanzee!

Oh yes, the fifth dimension

Is really the place for me!!

Opher – 7.8.2019

Thank you to Dewin Nefol for telling me about the 5th Dimension. I’m not one for fanciful ideas but science is coming up with the most amazing things – quarks and dark matter, the quantum world and black holes – I’ll rule nothing out.

I love the idea of a dimension full of infinite love – a place of love, peace and happiness.

I think if we put aside out greed and cruelty we could inhabit such a place.

Poetry – Life

Life

Life is like a meander through a wood on a sunny afternoon.

You know you’re going somewhere but you don’t know where.

At first the trail is big and wide with many people to direct you.

But it soon begins to fork and split and meander off into the unknown.

Some paths are enticing but they rarely lead anywhere.

Sometimes you become distracted by a pleasant glade

And stop for a while to linger in the beauty of its dappled warmth.

Sometimes you are lost within the darkness of forbidding trees.

Trails come and go and usually peter out into thick undergrowth.

There is no map to guide you on your journey

And the tales of the fellow travelers that you meet along the way

Are often not at all helpful.

When you set off you had all the time in the world

But it is already late afternoon. The sun is low in the sky

And night is drawing near.

There is no way back to from where you came and no end in sight.

Time is slipping away.

There were so many things that you intended to do;

So many places that you intended to visit

And so many people you wanted to meet.

There was not time to do it all.

Now, as night is about to fall, you wonder if you followed the right trail.

Where did all that time go?

How did you get here?

This is not where you intended to end up

That morning when you set off down your trail.

The journey distracted you.

The trails led you away.

But have you enjoyed your day?

Opher – 8.5.2019

I’m not sure if this is a poem at all. Reflecting back on a long life one is struck by the way one has drifted along. Days were filled with all the routine of work, chores, family and the necessities. Rarely were their moments of clarity. Choices were always a risk.

One packed in what had to be done and selected the options from the menu on offer.

The meal was not always what one ordered.

Poetry – There Are No Answers

There Are No Answers

There are no answers

To the heavens,

To life,

To thought.

There are no answers.

There are no answers

To death.

There are no reasons

To be found

For being,

Seeing

Or wondering.

There are no answers.

But there are mighty questions

To be wondered at.

Opher 1.8.2018

To sit among the wonders of infinity and wonder – that is remarkable. I find myself surrounded by questions with no answers in sight.

But it is good to wonder.

Poetry – Dreams are Real

Dreams are Real

Maybe dreams are real

And live forever

As expanding bubbles

Of imagination –

Expanding at the

Speed of thought –

Exploding through space

And time

Like ripples of surreal fantasy –

Passing through minds

Like beams of magnetic stimulation –

Caressing the sleeping senses

Of alien dreamers

And inducing smiles?

Opher 22.8.2016

Dreams are Real

I often play with this idea that consciousness is someone else’s dream. The reality we appear to live is an illusion. The more science discovers about quantum physics, subatomic particles, black holes, quasars and the big bang the stranger it all becomes.

All we know is that life is a lot weirder than we ever imagined.

I like the idea that dreams have a life of their own and travel between our minds in sleep – out to the stars and into the minds of other life-forms on planets light-years away.

Better to communicate and induce smiles than to remain apart and induce fear.

I’m a hopeless romantic.