#Idea – ‘Je Suis Charlie’ / 07.01.05

Note: I wrote this as a response to the atrocities that occurred at the Charlie Hebdo offices in Paris, 2015. I believe it is still relevant and will be relevant as long as people do terrible things to other people…

As a rule I usually don’t ‘participate’ in the news but here are two things I would like to say re: today’s atrocity in Paris.

1. As a proposition, calling Islam ‘The Religion Of Peace’ is quite incorrect as your black swans have assault rifles and very strong convictions

2. You can’t have ‘fundamentalists’ without ‘fundamentals’. And I am not playing with semantics – if you read the Quran you will find plenty of clearly worded justification/instruction for intolerance and atrocity. True story.

I would also imagine that the lives of Muslims in the West are going to get a lot more uncomfortable in the coming weeks.

Also, I will continue to have Muslim friends.

Lots of love from ‘Dar Al Harb’, will you please stop trying to take away our right to express ourselves?

je suis charlie photo
Photo by abac077

#Poem – 14.11.15 / Paris, 2015

Note: I wrote this as a response to the atrocities that occurred at the Eagles of Death Metal concert in Paris, 2015. I believe it is still relevant and will be relevant as long as people do terrible things to other people…

Perhaps
today
you are
an idealist
with a broken heart,
or
perhaps
today
you are
a realist
ready to set the world to rights,
or
perhaps
today
you are
a pessimist
watching this world
as it goes up in flames.

Perhaps
today
you are
angry
or
scared
or
indignant
or
worse…

But
the last and truest human freedom
is to choose your beliefs
and, no matter what they do to you
the people
or the world you love
and no matter how much they hurt you
infuriate you
or break your heart
your beliefs are your own.

And, should you surrender that freedom
and give into all the hatred;
that supremely fucked up world view
dressed up in the guise of justice
and
which has
no limits
and which is
all encompassing
and
that advocates death
as a solution
to the problems
that people have created…

…then they have won.

And
all
this
shit
will
never,
ever
end.

eiffel photo
Photo by carolune

#Poem – 23.11.15

After the flames consume your body
And those of the people who were
Unfortunate enough
To be in the vicinity of
Your final
Fucked up moments
And who had to bear witness
To your very own
Revelatory
Lifting Of The Veil
Your
Hail Mary
Your
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
And now you are
Dead and gone
There shall be
No eternal life for you
And
No paradise for you
And
No virgins
Awaiting you
No.
None of that.
Just total unconscious oblivion
And
Blood.
So much fucking blood.
The fragments of your body
And those of the people
And lives you destroyed

Later,
Someone will have to clean the pieces of flesh
That once were people
And later still
There will be
The unbearable sound of
Anguish
And
People weeping
And you
Who are, at best
A sad memory
And at worst
Universally despised
You
Won’t be able to fucking see it anymore:
No.
You won’t be able to see
All this
All the grief
And the carcasses
And the disfigured people
All this the pain you left behind:
Your legacy
I’d ask you if you were proud of yourself
But you can’t answer because what’s left of you is rotting in a shallow ditch

This world gave birth to you
And you, in turn, tried to kill it
You failed.
Your ideology
Brought more death
And
More dying
But
This world
Will keep turning
In spite of you
So,
Answer this:
If there was a God
Why would this God make a place for you now?

black and white military burial photo
Photo by bradleygee

‪#‎Poem‬ – 03.12.15

Sometimes
Business as usual
Is not usual
And you’re
Not usually
This affected
And not usually
Disaffected
Because
Life isn’t bad
Usually
And
You get by
Usually
And
There are also
Good times
Sometimes
But
There are also times,
Sometimes
These times like today
When
You feel
Like a captive of fate
And you feel like
Your wings were clipped
Long ago
And you feel
Like
You never signed up for this
Life you lead
And now
You must wait
For something to happen
Or
For life to happen
Or
Some way to escape
And that
You must
Eventually
Arrive
Someplace
And
Sometime soon
Or
What?
There’s only so much waiting
Any one person can take
And
In the meantime
You must not complain
About the state of things
Or the place you find yourself in
And
In the meantime
You must be
Consummate
On all accounts
And if the cracks are showing
You must smooth them out
Nobody wants to see that
Nobody needs to see that
And, should it start to show
Then straighten your spine:
And try not to contemplate
Time
Try not to contemplate
Though it’s hard to forget
The minutes that make up
Your life
Try not to mourn their passing
These powerless minutes
As they are ground down
In increments
In waiting
Or in transit
And
It’s hard to forget
That the time before you
Is diminishing
As the time behind you
Is not
And all the while
You are wondering:
What the fuck happened?
And all the while
You must try
Harder
To get by
As it gets harder
To get by
And you must refrain
From giving the game away
Even though it’s getting harder
To hold on
And
The game
Is no fun anymore
And
You must
Try not to question
What you’re doing
And
Where you’re going
Or
Enquire
About the ennui
And why
Everyone else
Seems so entirely unaffected by it
And why
Everyone else
Seems so fucking happy
When you’re not.
And still
You’ve got to cling tighter
To that visage
Look sharp
And you’ve got to take
Better care of yourself my friend
And you’ve got to
Stop with all the questions already
And you’ve got to
Just
Fucking
Get on with it,
OK?
And
Every day
You must watch
This world turn
And you must wait
For your place
In the sun
And hope that you’re not dead
When that time comes

busy station photo
Photo by frankieleon

#Poem – 30.11.15

My species is dying
My planet will not be held responsible
My planet is dying
My species will not be held responsible
The worst that could happen
Is happening
But
It happens so slowly
And
With such impossible momentum
That by the time it is too late
It really is
Too
Fucking
Late.

‘Responsibility’
‘Culpability’
These will be
Meaningless concepts
When there’s nobody left
To point the finger
And
For centuries
We traded tomorrow for today
And
When tomorrow finally came
We seemed so surprised.

And so
On it will go
Until there is nobody
Left to notice it
And
When there is no history anymore
Then there will be
Nobody left to learn from history.

black and white pollution photo
Photo by psyberartist

#Poem – 16.09.16

If
The Devil existed

He would want you to feel sorry for the state of him
He would want your belief in redemption
Your belief in better nature
He would want your capacity to forgive
Your capacity to be the better one
He would want your empathy
He would want your understanding
He would want your compassion
He would want your love
And he would use it all
Against you

But in reality
There is no Devil
And
There are
No demons
And
There are
No angels
Besides the ones you created for yourself

weeping angel photo
Photo by mugley