By LIAM WHETSTONE
(Fourth Collection of Poems, written during 2011)
©2012 LIAM WHETSTONE All rights reserved
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Published online on https://poetliamwhetstone.wordpress.com/ in January 2012
Contents
Authors Note
Dedication
Open Presents
A Patronising Insult
A Vindication of Human Nature
Iron Control
Life’s Ladder of Motivation
Misappropriated Self Serving Commands
Reclamation of Stolen Property
None Existent Entities
For Those Who Are Yet To Understand
A Note on Her Gracious Majesty
Natural Regeneration
The Most Important Human Attribute
The Machine
Sticks and Streams
Life’s Gestures of Grace
Authenticity of Character
Grey Days
Billy Hunt
Those Who Deserve Praise
Forensic Investigation
The Facts of Life Sunshine
Stagnation
Trivia
CalmRunningRivers/ Stormy Oceans
The Slow March of the Seasons
An Obligation
A Turbulent Sea of Worry
An Action that Leads to Crucifixion
An Unhealthy Relationship
Just an Odd Lot in General
Seductive Minimalist Simplicity
Endless Screams of Innocents
The Event Horizon of Despair
A Nightmare of Lost Memories
A Continuous Panicked Flight to Nowhere
Grave Discourse
The Earth Is For Everyone and Everything
Only For Others
Masters of Moderation
A Question We Should All Ask Ourselves
The Pulse of Electrochemical Activity
An Adventure of Hit and Hope
Involuntary Donators
Completion
Paralysed Except Trough Thought
Great Authors
Arrogant Buffoons
A Rational Sermon for the Ignorant From a Discontented Preacher
True Learning
Automation
Insane Psychiatry
Rejection Process
A Note on the Dowager Countess
The Balled of Comrade Whetstoneovsky
Beyond the Garden Gate
Authors Note
Hello reader, this is my fourth poetry collection, these 55 poems were written during 2011. The tone, themes, style and topics covered in this can be best described as left wing and humanist without being fanatical.
I believe that everything is there to be questioned and discussed without individual thought and discussion there can be no progression in modern society. It is my belief that poetry is a medium through which opinions, emotions, feelings and observations can be communicated. It is also a means through which specific topics and levels of social circumstance can be brought to the attention those willing to listen. Although I do like sentence phrasing and lines that catch the attention of readers. I am more interested in the content and messages contained within my poems.
My first poetry collection Observational Expressions of Humanity was published on 22nd June 2010 and is available to order from www.amazon.co.uk
My second poetry book published in December 2011 contains two complete collections of poems, Apologues from the Mind of an Existentialist and Wandering the Avenues of Life; this book can be ordered online from
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this fourth poetry collection to anyone who takes some time to read and consider the viewpoints communicated in all of the poems in this collection.
`The more I see, the less I scream, the figure eight inside out is infinity`
Richard Edwards
Open Presents
There it is, nicely packaged
In lovely raping paper
Full of promise, full of delights
I wander what is in this inviting parcel?
Its wonders unknown
There are many of these presents opened everyday
Every hour, every minute, every second
Many anticipate what wonderful contents are hidden by the packaging
Many hope that these presents contain diamonds
But many of these parcels only contain rocks, mundane grey bricks
Average run of the mill matter
It’s probably better that these dry mundane rocks stay in their beautiful boxes
As soon as these boxes are opened the intense sense of anticipation
Withers and dies.
All that remains is a blank feeling of retrospective resignation.
So that’s it is it? That’s all there is?
A Patronising Insult
Why where so many people brainwashed by this display of capitalist ceremony?
You can all have a day of work, whilst we millionaires laugh at you, from our high thrones and regal balconies, A Day of to witness upper class idiots get married.
What a disgusting insult,
Why should “we” have to watch you “two” get married in a shameless, lavish ceremony?
The vast majority of “us” do not know you
So why can’t you just get on with your lives and leave us out of it?
What an ignorant notion that the marriage of two royalist twats
Will make the “nation” (A fictional idea) feel better, I don’t think so
A Job with life security and money would help those who are homeless feel better.
The health and happiness of family members would help individuals feel better.
Is what uplifts people with downcast moods.
This display of royal ceremony is a vindication of the fact thatBritainis not great it is small minded, stuffy, old, stale, and backwards.
Those in power have ignorant attitudes
Towards people who are individuals who all have lives, feelings and equal rights
Please do not insult us like this again
We are the same as you
Cancel all displays of imperialist decadence and indulgence.
A Vindication of Human Nature
Unfortunately, the concept of complete equality
For every individual, will never be a reality.
The world may become fairer in some lands but not all
This is because human nature is generally selfish,
Look after number one,
If a man owns mansions in every nation
He is not going to give any of them
To the man who lives in a cardboard box
This is a very sad state of affairs but
This is how it is.
People do not wish no distribute property evenly
They do not whish to give up possessions that they have
Purchased with hard earned cash
Why is money valued so highly?
It is only bits of paper and metal discs
The amount of money someone earns does not
Reflect their nature, or level of achievement
So why is it so important that the owner of millions
Does not share it?
Well simply because every human is selfish
This will never change so long as the world does endure.
Iron Control
Many try to live in this unnatural state
Always trying to be pious
Always trying to be righteous
Constantly repressing their emotions
Constantly suppressing their feelings
Constantly resisting natural urges
Even suppressing bodily desires
Many believe this so called righteousness to be just
There are many who take it for granted that
They should suffer a life of iron control.
There are many who would never even think to question this.
There are those who are blind to reality
There are those who see this totally unnatural state of human existence to be natural
However the most natural thing is to “live” without iron control
This is a more righteous state of human existence
Let us break the rusty chains of iron control
Repression, Restriction and suppression
Should be cast into the flames
Life’s Ladder of Motivation
There are many things that can be done
To fill and kill time
Many tasks to be performed
These range from washing our hands
To, going to work and cleaning our houses
Other tasks such as
Becoming an author, painter,
Musician or filmmaker
Are more inviting tasks than
Simply getting a job
The motivation for getting a job
Is simply to “earn” money
To enable us to put food on the table
And pay the bills.
This is not living it is only mundane existence
The motivation for becoming an artist,
Poet, writer, filmmaker or painter
Is the high incentive of expressing
Ones thoughts opinions ideas and emotions
To the world.
This is a much higher step on
Life’s ladder of motivation
The topmost step on life’s ladder of motivation is?
The bottom rung of life’s ladder of motivation is?
And let us not forget the middle step on this ladder
Those who serve and protect their fellow humans,
There will always be a strong motivation
To be a doctor, policeman, fire-fighter,
Or indeed the owner of a place of business
That purveys essential supplies to all.
Misappropriated Self Serving Commands
There are several meanings of the word love
Some people misinterpret this term
The most annoying uses of this most
Disputed word are….
“We love you so just get on with it”
“We love you so why do you drink so much”
“We love you so stop cutting yourself”
“We love you; you have no need to be depressed”
“Come on cheer up you’re maudlin attitude bores us”
These are commands not statements of support
They are certainly not statements of concern
Those who profess to “love” someone
In this state of mind
Would show concern and
Enquire what is causing this
Victim of life to behave the way they do
They would not simply command the victim
Commands such as these
Only serve the one who issues them
Commands such as these
Do not help a victim of life
Reclamation of Stolen Property
If a thief takes your money
And you take it back
Does that make you also a thief?
I think not
A jobless or homeless person
That takes money from a bank
Is not stealing
He is merely, reclaiming what
Is his, by rights
The rich banking executives only
Obtained this money by
Stealing it from the poor
They are the real criminals
Simply because the state decrees
That this so called theft is a crime
Does not make it so
Laws are rarely made to protect the public
The state makes laws only to
Protect a few millionaires
Someone who receives a few pennies
From the state, is only receiving a negligible
Amount of what they are owed by the state thieves
Anyone on the doll should not be blamed for the
So called dept
They and those on low incomes
Should rise as one
And take back what is theirs
The state is there to be destroyed.
None Existent Entities
By the same principles that
A nation is a mythical entity
So are the following
The first entity is that manufactured lie
The so called peak of human emotions
The so called meeting of two identical minds
The so called perfect moment
Of seeing a stranger across a
Crowded room
This form of love
The romantic variety
Does not exist and never will
Marriage that most sacred of unions
No more than a tool of the state
In which two unfortunates
Struggle to tolerate each other
The second entity is that so called
Higher power
That so called supper natural being
That so called all seeing all knowing entity
That so called creator of all life
That so called worker of miracles
And master of the weather
I will let you know when I witness a
Miracle but it will probably be after hell freezes over
The third and final entity is
That driving force that pushes us
To reach our goals
To assist us in achieving what we set out to achieve
But once we reach our target
We question why we started in the first place.
For Those Who Are Yet To Understand
The following are all forms of self injury
They are all deliberate and all have destructive
Effects on ones health
However some cause more
Severe damage than others
Smoking, Drinking Alcohol, Over Eating
Under Eating, Cutting, Burning, Self Hitting
And the banging of ones own head against a wall
It is absolutely baffling some among modern
Society, are too blindly ignorant to understand this
Some still lack the capacity to comprehend that
Chromic binge drinking is more damaging
Than the cutting of ones arms with razor blades
And other such sharp implements,
The smoking of twenty or more cigarettes
In a 24 hour period is far more harmful
Than the scratching and cutting of ones
Own skin with razors,
For some this is plain commonsense
However for others it’s quite a quandary
Let us hope that one day the ignorant
Will understand this simple truth
A Note on Her Gracious Majesty
T’was said that, she was a whore
Not too sure, am I, about that
Tis true that she was very lewd
Tis true that she was friendly with men.
Although not in their bed chambers or
Hers for that matter
The only gent of the court,
That did visit her bed chamber
Was he of the six wife’s.
Tis true also that the only other bed
Her Majesty visited was long before
She sat ever dreamt of sitting on the
Throne,
True she was no maid,
When she entered the Kings bed chamber.
But for sure no whore was she.
The most gracious ofQueens
Was murdered by he of the six wife’s
Based on fictional stories created by
The kings wisest of councillors
Natural Regeneration
Many believe that this mere
Act of nature is a miracle
Well they should consider this
There are millions of so called
Little miracles created by nature
Every day
For something to be a miracle
It has to impossible for it to happen.
The births of children happen all the time
And cannot be called miracles
All this really is, is the natural
Regeneration of the human race
Through the creation of
Countless unfortunates
The Most Important Human Attribute
For some this is almost impossible
Honesty and authenticity of character
Many keep themselves under lock and key
Some may call it tact, when it should be known as
Unnecessary self censorship
It is most important for all
To be honest and true 100% of the time,
But it is the most simple of tasks.
The Machine
An innocent victim is locked into
This machine of industrial death
The British observer observes this
Macabre operation,
As this machine of execution
Gets to work on the victims flesh
The British observer –
Questions the fairness of this
So called punishment
The machine operator
Then frees the innocent victim
And places himself into the
Iron jaws of the machine
And is destroyed by his
Own creation
(Inspired by In the Penal Colony by Franz Kafka)
Sticks and Streams
There are countless acts of employment
This does not just refer to jobs
Every so called purpose full act
Every so called important process
Is most definitely a source of employment
But in the end
We all end up in the same place
Whether you spend your life
Living on the street
Or whether you live a life of
A millionaire with a house
In every nation of the world
Or something in between
In the end
We all might have just as well
Have all spent our lives
Throwing sticks into streams
With every stream identical
And every stick as rotten
As the next
Life’s Gestures of Grace
There are moments where
It seems as though nothing but
Dark static emptiness prevails
The horizon nothing more than
Wastelands and threatening thunder clouds
Suddenly the clouds burst
Evaporate and disappear
Revealing a pure blue sky
And a pure bright golden sun
There is always light waiting
Behind the darkness
Life offers many gestures of grace
In some cases we initiate these
In other cases there are no
Explanations for life’s
Never ending gestures of grace
Authenticity of Character
Not all of us display our true characters
All the time in the company of everyone we meet
But that is not to say, some of us do not
Behave in a true and authentic manner
In the company of selected acquaintances
Indeed some of us never display our true selves
This is not a criticism it is mere observation.
Some of us may feel it necessary to conceal our true selves
In the company of certain people
Some of us feel it necessary not to reveal
Our so called bad habits to people we have just met
This is not unreasonable, indeed it is quite natural
It is probably best to conceal our bad habits
From first acquaintances and potential employers
Maybe some of us are too self conscious
Maybe we should not care
What people who are not close to us think of us
Then again maybe we should
But wouldn’t it be better
If we could all display our authentic characters
100% of the time
Grey Days
Wandering, lost without hope
The end of civilisation
Survival the only thing on you’re mind
You might even turn to the
Abomination of cannibalism
Well, these are extreme circumstances
The collapse of civilisation
Has turned the survivors
Into homeless refugees
Why not just commit suicide?
I here some of you cry
Everyone homeless, food is sparse
You are unable to wash
You are unable to brush you’re teeth
You only have one set of clothes
You certainly cannot settle in one place
You have to keep moving on
Constantly on an endless pilgrimage to nowhere
You might find a place to rest, wash and eat
You might find an unclaimed treasure trove
Of food and supplies, where you eat and eat and eat
But you are more likely to discover
In the basement of a house
Starving people who have turned to delirium
These unfortunates are the food for there cruel captors
Well would you choose to end your own life?
In these circumstances
(This poem was inspired by the film The Road)
Billy Hunt
He’s a waste of space
He’s as waste of time
His brain is dysfunctional
His heart is black
He’s selfish to the core
He’s certainly not intelligent
He’s is definitely incompetent
He uses his “friends” then casts them away
There is not much more to be said about Billy
He’s the Hunt of all Hunts
He always asks the same dumb questions
Those Who Deserve Praise
Those who walk through life
As a hot knife slicing through butter
Those who never moan but just
Get on with life
Those who are very deceive
And know exactly which road to take
Those who do things for others
Even when it causes them inconvenience
Those who go to work day after day
To put food on the table, without complaint
Those who bring new born lives into the world
And assist them in their development
All these people are most noble and deserve respect
If none of the above applies to you
You better do something about it
Forensic Investigation
Useless, useless, and more fucking useless
Searching, investigating below the surface
Finding nothing but sweet
Plain useless hot air
On the surface there are many golden coins and trinkets
On the surface there are many bright flames
But when the reality is discovered
There is nothing more too this 25 year old
Than empty little nothings
Well that is a positive discovery
Compared to what is discovered
Through the microscopic lens
In the echoing depths of nothingness
That is his void of false achievements
The object under the microscope is
Such a fucking mess
Investigation terminated
The Facts of Life Sunshine
Racism does not make sense
Everyone is going to die
All religion is useless
Everybody is equal
Every living human should
Have the right to live where they like
Every living human should have the right
To work wherever they wish
Every human has the right to join any
Political party, apart from the Tories or the BNP
The ideals of the Church of Rome
Are in humane and utterly appalling
Romantic love is a lie
Stagnation
Full stops, closed doors, static existence
Indecision, a lack of motivation
What to do?
When to do it?
Why to do it?
How to do it?
The numb, stagnated brain
Running on auto pilot
But going nowhere
Stuck in stagnated sludge
Trapped in its hot stifling swamp
It is still working but
Its batteries need re-charging.
Trivia
Waking up and getting out of bed
Eating breakfast,
Boiling the kettle for morning coffee
Going out to work
Getting home in the evening
Washing hands, washing the pots
Preparing food for the evening meal
Or ordering a take away
Eating the evening meal
Cleaning the plates
Putting them away
Going out to the gym
Or going to the cinema
Or going out to the pup
Or going to a sporting event
Collecting your wage
At the end of every month of the year
Buying, new clothes, films and books
Going away on holiday
Losing a job, then getting another one
Everything is trivial
No more than
A continuum of absurdity
But it is all we have
We should at least
Try to enjoy it
CalmRunningRivers/ Stormy Oceans
Some of us may spend our lives
Being swept along by these
Pure clean, perfect rivers
With rushing crystal coloured water
All our lives lying on a raft
Forever trusting the current of the water
Laid on our backs with our eyes closed
Listening to the gentle trickle of the water
Where concern is a thing far from your mind
Not even considering the twists and turns of the river
The rest of us spend our lives
Struggling through dangerous storms
Trying to swim against the tide
We do not even have a raft to lie on
Concern is also far from our minds
But it is replaced by
Extreme anxiety, worry and fear
And most of us drown
Our corpses sinking to the depths
Of the endless violent black oceans
But a small number of us do manage
To defeat the tide
Would you try to swim against the tide?
Or simply let the current carry you along?
The Slow March of the Seasons
The year always begins with
The ice and snow of winter
Causing road closures, school closures
Bringing this tired old country to a stand still
This has been happening for thousands of years
More often than not at the same time of year
You would think that this mature civilisation
Would have found away to cope with
So called bad weather by now
They are very accustomed to it in
Eastern Europe, in those snowy icy lands
The people do not stop there day to day business
As the weeks progress the weather begins to
Become more clear with the arrival of spring
It sometimes snows in these months as well
After several weeks the temperature increases
To the point where once again
This tiered old land shuts down
Just because of the heat,
Some of us do need to keep out of the sun
Some of us have to protect our skin from
Its destructive UV rays
But this is no excuse for civilisation
To cease its endeavours and labours
InGreecepeople walk around
Wearing thick jumpers in ninety degree temperatures
Following this the autumnal weather arrives
Bringing with it the falling of the leaves
The light crisp sunshine and the beginning of the year for some
Those in academia and sport and those whose birthday falls in
The ninth month of the year
The temperature drops in the subsequent weeks
Bringing with it the ice and snow
Causing this decrepit old land to shut down
Once again and the cycle begins again
Towards the end of twelfth month of the year
An Obligation
It is not only an obligation
But a duty to search for the truth
Some are under the impression
That it does not always do
To tell the truth
So are we all then to
Tread on eggshells
Tread on hot coals
Tiptoeing through the tulips
Turning a blind eye to
Dishonesty and hypocrisy
We are all obliged as decent
Individuals to speak our truth
Find our truth and face our truth
We also have an obligation to
Search for the truth in others
Even if the truth hurts
A Turbulent Sea of Worry
Crashing into the waves
Being pulled under the
Violent boundless waters
Problems, crisis, worry,
Problems, crisis, worry
Brief calm waters of content
Followed by fatalistic waves
Some of these violent waves
Are conquered but most are not
These turbulent seas are immortal
Those who ride their waves are not
An Action that Leads to Crucifixion
What a shame it is that
Some brave soles stick there neck out
In the name of what is right
In the name of what is good
Some are blindly indifferent to
These brave souls
Some prefer to stick there own
Heads in the sand, pretend that
There is nothing wrong
Content with acting as if
There are no cracks or faults in the shell of civilisation
As if inequality just is
And that’s it
Some are happy to carry on
With their small little lives
Without even giving any
Consideration to the wrongs
Of the wider world
Sadly just because some
Are unable to use their common sense
The brave souls, these social messiahs
Are singled out, labelled as rebels
And just because those in charge say so
They are demonized
Treated like criminals
These good souls, these modern
Social messiahs are crucified
Indeed what a shame
They did such an evil thing
Sticking their neck out
To point out all the
Injustices of the world
An Unhealthy Relationship
A crystal glass bottle on the table
Filled with pure, perfect red wine
A clean, clear glass next to it
So inviting is the red liquid
So comforting it is
That it is present
We decide that we will only
Enjoy a small drop
A mere sample of
This heavenly substance
The glass is emptied
The cork is not placed
Back in the bottle
The first half of the bottle
Leaves us feeling light headed
It evokes a feeling of happiness
Rising our otherwise grey mood
Do we decide to finish the bottle?
I don’t think so
No “decision” is made
We just finish the bottle
Our conscience leaves our
Head and shuts the door
Our head hits the pillow
And when the dawn arrives
We notice the empty bottle
Discover a monumental pain
In our heads, and a sickening feeling
In our gut, and dump the bottle in the bin
We vow never to do this again
We vow to end this relationship
Because of its destructive effects
But can it really ever be ended?
Just an Odd Lot in General
They read, they think, they write
They discuss things in groups
They device weird theories
They endlessly disagree
Some poke away at one topic
All their lives, never getting
A final result
Some try to discover too much
And find nothing
Some reach partial conclusions
Some receive awards for their
Discoveries
Some just scratch there beards
And the rest of us
Just scratch our heads
Seductive Minimalist Simplicity
So indulgent, so inviting
So addictive, so lecherous
Is the call of the flesh
Emotion trapped deep inside
Screaming out from within the void
Pure red fluid carries these
Emotions of angst, confusion and doubt
A bright red scream of pure
Simplistic release is a
Quite obvious solution to this
Use that seductive crystal blade
To free the hot red angst ridden blood
To clear the psychological toxins
From the bloodstream,
So the mind may be at ease
Endless Screams of Innocents
Murder, homelessness, death,
Suicide, famine, poverty
Seemingly endless wars
Murderous states
With mindless people
Trained to kill, for reasons
They never question
When theirs certainly is
To reason why
Countless numbers of dictators
Brainwashing and convincing
Populations that massacre of
Millions of innocents are justified
Psychotics convincing people
That hating people because of
Their ethnic origin is justified
So many brainwashed ignorant
The brainless propaganda has led to
Avoidable tragedies of unnumbered
Screams and tears
And still this goes on
Yes, this is humanities greatest crime
And still the screams of murdered innocents
Continue to this day,
Psychotics shooting innocents in cold blood
Yes there is something drastically
Wrong with the way
Humanity responds to the gift of life
If people had more common sense
The screams of innocents would cease
The Event Horizon of Despair
The possibility of failure
Awaits on the horizon
Every waking moment
There it waits
Avoid or conquer
This thought nags away
At our minds
In some cases it is best
To simply ignore the
Demon of failure with its
Threatening eyes and mocking grin
However a bold decision should
Be taken by all
Ensuring that we mock
The possibility of failure
March forth towards the horizon
And slay the mocking demon of despair
A Nightmare of Lost Memories
Where am I?
Who am I?
What do I need to do tomorrow?
What did I do last week?
What have I got planed
Perception blocked out
Perspective destroyed
The alcohol oiled tongue
Spills torrents of bile
Who am I with?
Why am I here?
Red eyes blinded by an
Invisible thick fog
The dead ecstasy of the
Pure red poison, coursing through
The veins of a body
Bereft of its mind
Utterly dead to the world
That empty wine bottle again
Yes another one
Why self inflict this nightmare
To escape the numbness of sobriety
The mind has such a cruel
Ability to point out the fatal realities
Pour me another glass please
A Continuous Panicked Flight to Nowhere
Fleeing from unknown dangers
Forever, running from obstacles
Running needlessly down pitch black tunnels
To the comfort of solitude
Needlessly brooding on
Unnumbered threats of imminent failure
Cowardly trying to avoid simple tasks
Such pointless cowardice
Such useless anxiety
Stress so unreasonable
Fleeing from nothingness only to
Arrive at the emptiness beyond
Just sit down, relax and forget
Failure can’t do any damage
Success well, what really is that?
No point in fleeing from the
Only thing that really exists
To the only place that exists
Grave Discourse
Countless important questions
Never a sign of an answer
Some, still so blind to the truth
So many conversations
So much discussion
Endless explanations of simplicity
Mistakes and faults are there
History is split into
Greatness on one side
And extreme disaster on the other
Some of the faults of humanity
Can easily be solved with
Collective common sense
War for instance can be
Ceased with collective common sense
The only thing in the way of this
Is a naïve lack of common sense
Maybe people will open their eyes and see this
But it does not luck likely
Maybe that’s demanding too much
In 2011
The Earth Is For Everyone and Everything
A place for every individual
A place for every nation (if we must have these??)
A place for atheists and believers
A place for every religion even if
A belief in god is irrational
A place for those who are workers
A place for those who are thinkers
A place for absolute equality
No place for believers in inequality
On this earth all have the divine right to
To think for ourselves
To make our minds up on what is fair
To decide what we think is rational or reasonable
The divine right to disagree, to argue our opinions
However none have the right to
Discriminate against someone
Just because of where they where born
Or the way they live their lives
Everyone has the right to live wherever
They wish and however they wish
Humanity is a glorious multiracial
Multi-religious, multi cultural society
Of diverse individuals with diverse ideas and opinions
Anyone who speaks against this
Is either deluded or ignorant
Only For Others
As Nietzsche said never has any one done
Anything that was only for others
And without personal motivation
Even the most selfless acts have at least
A small traceable selfish element
Knowing that we have made
Somebody feel grateful, makes us feel better
However there is one exception to the rule
A stoic refusal to commit suicide
When we feel as though
There is nothing but numb blankness
It is not selfish to end ones life
But it is totally selfless to commit to life
Because we know how
Suddenly ending our own life
Would fatally damage others
However the things we do for others
The gifts we give to others
Are not only for the emotional
Benefit of the receiver
But even more so for the generous one
Masters of Moderation
Those who know how much is enough
Not those who know how much is too much
Are able to master consumption of
Unnecessary substances
It’s not about not having fun
Just plain simple self control
Some of us posses this some of us don’t
A Question We Should All Ask Ourselves
Should one family be set above all others?
Are not all families equal?
Is not everyone equal?
To some it sounds better
For a great, grand, strong nation
Should have a monarch
It sounds so much better does it not
To have a king, instead of a president
To have an old right wing state
Than a modern republic run by all
In a collective, collaborative manner
For the equal benefit of all
The answer to this question
Is quite simple really
The Pulse of Electrochemical Activity
A marvellous facetious tool is this
So said Primo Levi
So powerful is the machine
That dwells in the skull
Without, the electric pulse
Coursing through our skulls
We would all be static zombies
If the wires in our brains were ever cut
Then the world would truly end
Unfortunately for some it all ready has
An Adventure of Hit and Hope
Such a useless statement is
“Could do better”
Such a useful statement is
“Could be happier”
It is so much better to
Put your foot into several streams
Than to plunge head first into an ocean
We all “waste” our lives in the end
So maybe it’s best to have a bite of every apple
Rather than eat a hole one.
Involuntary Donators
There are those whose time to die
Is pre-ordained, (unfortunate victims)
Sent to boarding schools
Well, that’s what they are told
Fascists who run these so called schools
Use pupils as live stock
For organ replacements
Most die after their first “donation”
There are no deferrals
(This Poem inspired by the film- Never Let Me Go-)
Completion
Everything has to end at some point
There has to be a full stop
If everything lasted for an eternity
Then there would be no structure
No chance for clear direction
In this case death is a good thing
Sounds odd doesn’t it that
To say that to die is a good thing
Without a beginning middle and end
Motivation would be redundant
Well, we are all going to die
It’s just a fact, an obvious fact
We are all dying, every second
Getting closer to the end
Most of us don’t know
When death will knock on our doors
Some decide to finish their own lives
Just ensure you complete yours
Instead of letting time run out
Paralysed Except Trough Thought
Unable to move
Unable to speak
Unable to eat
But able to breath
And able to think
Locked in, bed ridden
But, still the most powerful
Organ of all is
Able to function
But, this is still
A devastating existence
It certainly is not life.
(A poem inspired by the film-, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly)
Great Authors
Is a great author someone who
Makes loads of money selling millions of copies?
Writing generic crime novels with the same format
Or a politician who writes
A scandalous sensational autobiography
Or is a great author someone who is able to
Stimulate thought in the mind of their readers?
Well anyone can write commercial fiction
Even if a great thinker only “reaches”
One person, they are far greater
Than a writer that is simply popular
Arrogant Buffoons
Good old Boris, David and George
We good British peasants can
Trust the old boys club of idiots
To restoreBritainto what it was
A “great” country where the
Lower orders new there place
In the gutter, down the pit
Where the upper class idiots
Sit in there large houses drinking out of crystal goblets
Whilst the rest of us scratch a living of rags
Yes we can trust these brainless Tories
To takeBritainback to the good old dark ages
Of soup kitchens and uninhabitable houses
All good Britons should welcome
The winter of discontent
With a cup of tea and a smile
In our filthy torn rags
Yes, you can trust these fools to
MakeBritainwhat it used to be
A Rational Sermon for the Ignorant From a Discontented Preacher
Yes, there are so many great things about the modern world
Yes, I can’t be unhappy with my life
Indeed it would be illogical for me to be “disappointed”
However it’s also very illogical to assert that the world is perfect
By the same token, it is illogical to assert that my life is perfect
It is all too clear to see the wounds life unreasonably inflicts upon itself
Thousands of years of accepted inequality
Pointless and irrational wars
Ten percent of the world’s population with ninety percent of the world’s money
Ninety percent of the world’s population with ten percent of then world’s money
And, once more, war should not be celebrated, there is nothing that cannot be solved by discussion, war just causes more war, it’s quite simple really.
Some still ignorantly celebrate the “victory” in WW2
To this day there are those who fail to realise that what really happened in 1939-45
Was the needles murder of 60 million people.
Never celebrate the murder of one human being
Even if the murdered person is an evil psychotic like Mussolini
Yes I believe in equality and freedom of expression
And the inherent right for each individual to choose how to live
But I also believe in rational thinking and religion has no place in rational thinking
However if people wish to be ignorant and irrationally deluded then it’s up to them
Some people will never understand the simplicities of rational thinking
Imperial history is responsible for this hereditary ignorance
It’s not about morally doing the right thing
It’s simply about doing good and appropriate things
From a collective perspective of empathy
Cynicism and ignorance will always prevail
In this “golden age” of the last 2011 years
I have grown tired of talking to brick walls
True Learning
Knowledge a wonderful thing
Can be absorbed from many sources
Books, television, films, documentaries
And the internet
Some choose to enter the University of Life
With an open mind, always searching for knowledge
Some simply stick to what they are “told”
Some reach for the stars
Desperately trying to escape conformity
This desperate charge towards the spicy life
Can sometimes end in a fatal trip into the abyss
So is it better to peruse a conventional study in life?
Well, everybody is enrolled in the University of Life
For the entirety of their lives
All discover different things
Some reach the top others trip into the abyss
So others can learn from there errors
Do we ever stop learning?
Or do we learn nothing?
(A poem inspired by the film- An Education-)
Automation
Commercial vermin spreads through
The world and infects our week minds
We all follow the same rules, the same patterns
The same pattern of revolving pointlessness
Were is it all leading
We work for money
Then spend it all
Then get the same amount of money and spend it again
We die then it all starts again
Automation
Automation
Automation
Automation
Insane Psychiatry
Is Susanna insane or is she a genius?
Are we all insane?
Are psychiatrists psychos?
Amplification of human behaviour
Is sometimes labelled as mental illness
A person who says
“I don’t know what I am feeling”
Is labelled as insane
A very profitable industry is created
Simply by making up and inventing
So called mental illness
All you have to do is give a label
To a perfectly sane persons behaviour patterns
Does not everyone have
“Borderline personality disorder?”
Well are we not all self conscious
Do we not all worry about, where our lives are going?
Don’t we all worry about “who” we are?
I certainly think so
If we all didn’t have
“Borderline personality disorder”
We would all certainly waste our lives
(A poem inspired by the film- Girl, Interrupted-)
Rejection Process
For our individual lives to progress
There has to be a process of rejection
Leaving behind things we no longer need
We all complete academic courses
We all complete jobs, holidays etc
These are never repeated
We also reject ideas and possessions
This enables our lives to move forward
So with this in mind
For real progress to be achieved
In general society
Ideas must to be collectively rejected
If religion was cast out
And deleted from all our minds
That would be real progress
If all nations were collectively rejected
If capitalism was collectively rejected
Then there would be “progress”
There has never been any real “progress”
For life on this earth
There most certainly won’t be any “progress”
In the near future
Society will remain has it has always done
With uncountable opinions
Crashing into each other violently
Shattering on the floor
As people fail to agree
What results is a complete mess
Society has never progressed
And it never will.
A Note on the Dowager Countess
A most noble lady is the countess
A most knowledgeable lady is the countess
A most empathetic lady is the countess
A most considerate lady is the countess
A most considerably rich lady is the countess
Even though she is not well coined
And also a lady of many talents
Indeed the Dowager Countess is most appreciated
By all those who are associated with her
The Balled of Comrade Whetstoneovsky
People of the world, gather round lend me your ears
Allow me to explain, something of great simplicity
The leaders of theSoviet Unionwere certainly not Communists
Communism does not involve the killing of innocents
Communism does not involve shrinking the state
Forcing millions to live in uninhabitable houses
Without sufficient food to sustain life
No this is nothing more than narrow minded capitalism
Well no not capitalism, it’s more like totalitarian fascism
Certainly Stalin is far closer to Hitler than Karl Marx
Had Stalin been German or Austrian Hitler would have admired him
Mr Marx would have been appalled by the bastardisation of equality
Practised in the name of communism
My ignorant friends’ communism is a good thing
Communism is the one hundred percent equality of all humans
Collective acceptance of every individual
Through a system of compassion and empathy
Money is no more than bits of paper and metal discs
A house is no more than material property
There is a poison that has coursed trough the veins
Of every human mind since the dawn of Time
That money and property are far more important than people
Well that isn’t right is it, that inanimate objects
Are more important than psychological welfare
It’s quite simple really, human welfare or bricks and paper?
Beyond the Garden Gate
There are more things to consider
Than our own little house
There are more things of significance
Beyond our doors
Many seem to be infected with a
Kind of old fashioned individualism
Many seem unable to open their eyes
To collective modern equality
Well the cost of our food and clothes
Is decided beyond the garden gate
Yes the things in our individual domains
Of life are very important
But the price of a pint of milk is
Decided by those in the grand halls of government
Well if you are not bothered about politics
Then you won’t mind losing more of
Your own hard earned cash.
If you are not bothered about politics
Then you won’t mind if your future is crippled
Politics is not simply Ed and that idiot arrogant troy fascist
Shouting at each other on a Wednesday lunchtime
In the theatre of the House of Commons
Politics is how much money you earn
What you can afford to eat, wear and wash
Everything within the walls of ones domain
Is decided beyond the garden gate
“The old order changeth, yielding place for new; God fulfils himself in many ways, and soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. My boys, my boys, we are at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forecasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by labour, and here we are, we three, perhaps the last island of beauty in the world.” –
Montague H. Withnail, ‘Withnail and I’
Liam Whetstone 
Your poems are so emotional and vulnerable, I enjoy the honesty.