Water

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look around

and

inside

 

let us stop

let us pray

 

for-get thoughts ambitions desires

 

turn in

 

I  A M

W A T E R

 

We are all water

ALIVE

—–

DEAD

 

 

By Nicholas Peart

Written: 12th September 2013

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image: pxhere.com

Kings Out Of The Smallest Ants

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A thought for which I fought

in marble blood-stained lands

A bridge united all these forgotten fragments

Once dead in stagnant Earth liquid;

the white light blinds our eyes

and makes kings out of the smallest ants

 

by Nicholas Peart

Written: 22nd January 2014

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Image: https://photographyfree4all.wordpress.com

The Light Inside Of Us

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Ash fog brown
on a marathon to quartz
a slow and steady eternity
to the heart of the sun
but then what’s next?

Turned around
now I can see
revved mind energy or splendid fudge?
the process is all I can trust

Crushing it through corridors
passed out next to brief candles
there is no golden period
just the experience of life
or is it the randomness of life?

Ask the dust
ask the wind
ask the most primordial fragments of stardust
in the deepest vacuum of space and time

Even with the most advanced AI
and the entire dimensions and secrets of life
tapped and exhausted
a new landslide of questions
a brand new fire-bird
more insatiable than the last
breaks through
a more expansive longing forms
like blind love with no breaks
the captain thrown overboard and quartered
in the heat of the one-track revolution

Back to a ringed space worse than the other
undisciplined wonder knocked down too many
now Mediocrestan is what I crave
coming from a soul who lost his mind

This life…
its all a scattered game
a futile quest to control
if that’s what you want
let go

Then death…
the greatest leveller
death gives life the parity life cannot give
with all matter in union
all matter in peace
a cause for celebration
not for grief

 

By Nicholas Peart

Written: 26th -27th October 2018

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Image: Felix Mittermeier

Loops of Drilled Cave Blood

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Sold upside fritter down-town
Hold him to blame
Don’t smash his capsicum brain
Like a motor blown to levels beyond fantasy
Small tests deviated from whole grounds
Gone and can’t be gotten
And know they pin the head of knowledge
Heavy foliage and hard alkaline pools
To drool and be baseless
Air and nothing
Spawned beyond space and time
No area
No clock
Only “is”
No words
Only pictures
Heads smashed
But the vision crisp
Floating in perfect rich equilibrium
That’ll be the day

 

 

Poem by Nicholas Peart

Image by DeviantArt

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