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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Thursday, March 23, 2006
No Jurisdiction
Remember, Baby,
Don’t go getting double angry...
Because,
I talk of you I talk of me
Now see...
Last night a small tear watered in my eye...
The first that’s not for me,
But for your life-defining fear...
The one which feeds your only fire,
Your perfect pitch of self-delusion...
The one that’s so transparently unnecessary...
That reckons it bears guilt
For what you think you’ve done to me,
When that was never your responsibility...
But mine...
Why not just concentrate on turning-down self-harm
And check that guilty urge to blast it out against those
Desperate mutual souls who also lack this life’s love-charm...
Especially me!...
I wish you could forgive yourself your faults...
But only you can do it...
That’s down to each of us...alone...
Our key...
When I chose back there to care
Then mine the burden was to bear,
Though then, daresay,
I did not consider it so fair...
Look at those sick people walking
Manacled to History, to crimes
Of ancestors, by never talking
With desire to change the times
Which long since ceased to ring new chimes...
Worried what the world would say
About the two of us together?
Worried what our love would state?
Well...that world don’t care about us two
And never has and never will...
Why d’you think we made the big connect?...
That world it has no jurisdiction over you and me,
Not after we stand up, declare we’re free...
I’ve made my world, I’m living here quite happily
And choose those in it very carefully...
So set up your soul’s sanctuary...
Draw the border to your cultural design,
Create that breathing-space where spirits, minds,
And bodies and we yone
Can take their liberty,
And most important,
Fill it with reality
(Which hopefully could maybe include me!)
Yeah man...
But to ghettoize your soul, your one true self within
Is quite another class of thing...
I’ve tried that, dear,
And it don’t work...
It don’t come even fucking near
To some humanity in some reality...
That G it stands for Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo,
The Great Repression...
Everyday you wear that painstaking Disguise
And keep your self locked-down and deep inside...
So far from that young you I knew
Who clothed herself in words
Which proved so loose and so see-through!...
Whose big emotions stood out loud and clear and proud!...
So you’ve got to let the genuine come out,
Come good, come bad...
To surface, and if needed, let it go...
That living-glow,
That you
Has got to rub against the truth of actuality
Lie down with your reality
To dance real close
To get turned on
To feel it real
To flow
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
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fuck me!! what?!! guantanamo bay superstore still open??? these damn pakis never close do they? if you ask me, it's the step-off point for one dirty big al qaeda plot to colonize america.
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