✩ Kaleidoscope Memories

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One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

Updated: 29/02/2020

iPoem Ltd © 2021

✩ Smart City

Monopoly2011

Today’s ‘Smart City’ is where training and education

Stopped being about following one’s true vocation

And somehow became all about programming and conditioning

Schooled to become another brick in the wall

Another cog in the machine

Drilled in

From such an early age it’s now the New Religion

Where each new emerging generation

Shops til they drop, ’til they’re so far in debt

They become trapped in a prison

Of desire and consumerism

Seduced by strategic product placement and subliminal advertising

Victims of a society built upon capitalism

No escape! Do not pass ‘Go’! Do not collect ‘£200’!

Do not buy a Hotel, (let alone ones own house)

In fact go straight to Jail!

Caged like a wild animal in a Zoo

That ate the bait

Who swallowed the smart-sim pill

Herded along

With all the other “must do’s and should have done’s”

On the road to ‘Blandsville‘ in downtown ‘Homogenisation

Complete abdication

Of one’s ability to think for ones-self

From womb to tomb and into total annihilation…

✩ Window

Inner City Sanctuary

I used to waste time wishing for a different view

Through my bedroom window

Disillusioned with the urban vista

Hours spent sky-watching

For patches of blue

Behind clouds passing

Through the hessian weave

Of blinds swaying in the breeze

Tracing the trails of planes traversing

Over slate rooftops, chimney-stacks and pots

And higgledy-piggledy aerials

Somewhere a blackbird is singing eloquently as magpies chatter

And magically the wailing sirens momentarily fade

Along with the whir of helicopters

The horn of the non-stop train

And the roar of aeroplanes

Their sound bites recede, subside

Absorbed, into the humming soup of the city’s low rumble

Where the call of a crow is more profound

And so now I give thanks for my slice of the city

My home here has become

A place in the world where I belong

And no place in the world would I rather be

Finally I found my sanctuary

It was here all along

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