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Old Is New Part II


Reviewing thoroughly
the history of creativity
down through the centuries
we can state conclusively
nothing is new anymore

All that is done today
has been done
by somebody
somewhere before

Word erosion blurs
and eventually erases
previous creative proclamations
which resurface eventually
in the posts of new generations

Fake fresh inspirations
run through today’s hype machine
as the next BIG thing

but…

if you Google scroll
deep into the bowels
of transcribed history
you will see
today’s genius masterpiece
is but a shiny refurbished toy
with a fresh coat of paint

Hell this poetic concept
you just read through
is nothing new

Tis a rebooted version of me
from a yesterday dream
originally cyber seen
in December 2014

We eventually plagiarize our own stuff
if we manage to live long enough

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Paradise Reboot


On the 50th anniversary
of the post apple munch apocalypse

Senior citizens Adam and Eve
took the bus cross town
and returned to Eden
to revisit the infamous tree
that was the root cause
of their cast out
of paradise demise

Sidestepping
the hot dog wrappers
and discarded site maps
that littered the trail
to this popular tourist trap
they paid the snake in the grass
(I think it was an asp)
tour guide the admission fee
to see what was once
a semi pious tree

After reciting
chapter and verse
from the book of Genesis
the sly reptile hissed
that the curse could be lifted
if the original sinners
chopped down the damn source
of their banishment

Adam now filled with the spirit of redemption
picked up a golden chain saw
that the snake just so happened
to have in his Gucci satchel
and proceeded to rapidly
take down the offending growth
and make firewood
as best he could
while Eve busily
gathered up rolling apples
to bake one of her heavenly pies

The moment that tree
hit the ground with a thud
the snake instigator
slithered away
laughing hysterically
about the continued gullibility
of man

The sky opened up immediately
as the immortal landlord peered down
and screamed
“DAMN ME !!!
What the Hell
have you fools done now?”

Security angels
were quickly dispatched
to roughly escort
the disoriented pair
out of paradise yet again

The now down tree
reduced to a pile of splinters
could not possibly be repaired

The Lord our God was so disgusted
he stormed away
to devote his attention
full time to other
more cooperative
parts of the galaxy

Transferred ownership of the site
formerly known as Paradise
to a local tribe
who crassly bulldozed
the whole God forsaken freak show
and turned it into a glitzy casino

Ironically
Adam and Eve
now take the bus there
once a month
along with the other
gambler pilgrims
to worship the God of Avarice
who actually pays out occasionally

© Si Barber 07739 472 922 Elderly couple gambling in Blackpool

 

 

Somebody Has To Ask


There have been times
during my spiritually
confounding trip
I’ve pondered
the dangerous question
if God and Satan
were one and the same

These extreme wings
of good and evil
forever mixing it up
til they blur in the cosmic blender
and become indistinguishable

Our stretched souls waver
as these eternal combatants
vie for our favor

WHAT THE HELL !!!

Do angels and demons keep a running score?

Who resides on top of the leader board?

Is this life all a rigged game?

Did the Lord create the Devil
as some sort of sick
schizophrenic alter ego?

A contrived counterbalance
to forever test our wavering faith?

Making religion the ultimate
sleight of hand illusion?

Has humanity been conned by a master magician?

OH ME OF LITTLE FAITH !!!

ying and yang

Sparklers In The Rain


… and the Gods cried

when Prometheus
the original tech icon
stole flame
and gave man a chance
to culturally advance

Fire changed everything …

Providing warmth and comfort
from the harsh elements

That glow of security
which illuminates
the dreaded night

Fire changed everything …

Searing heat
forging the swords

Newer and better weapons
of quick,efficient destruction

Implements perfected
for the tearing of flesh

The flame lit torches
to let us pillage and burn
our charred enemies

Create a funeral pyre
rising to the heavens
to honor our recently dead

Fire changed everything…

For better for worse

A blessing and a curse

In many ways
fire is like love
the flames which consume
is such a wonderous creation

Wreaking blazing devastation
and exquisite beauty
throughout the inferno of human history

We the bastard offspring

The sparkling legacy
of Prometheus and Aphrodite

These terrifying contradictions

Both splendidly deadly addictions

We can’t seem to live without

Candle2

Death Dance


In my comatose state of grave

Serenaded by the soothing
blip…
blip…
blip…

Riding the sloping green line
cardio mountain range

I have for the first time
in my jaded life
found true perspective

No longer worried
about money
or job insecurity

Survival now the over riding priority

My only battle
left is breathing

Heart beat weakens

Serious whispering

Muffled tears all around

In and out I fade

So these are the death throes

This is how the end game goes

Voices become more muted

A mystery priest hovers over me
chanting pointless Latin incantations

I chuckle at this final hypocrisy

A faint click of a switch
to take me off the machine

A ghastly tingly surge
as I violently convulse
the last gasp of oxygen
from my soon dormant lungs
that had once served me well

Death came as expected

My demise time duly recorded
for the morbid data base
in the gray clouds

Darkness

Silence

Then a flash of light…
far off in the distance

If you are wondering
about the eternal mystery

Death is not a horrific visage at all

I hook up with a serene
gentle presence
bathed in soft light

The ancient angel
takes my trembling hand
and in a soft voice
whispers in my ear
“Well done my son”
and with that
a feeling of peaceful bliss uplifts me

My new friend and I
slowly ascend
as we make our exit
from this chaotic world
where I never really fit in
to merge with the light permanently

I am not in pain anymore

I am not afraid

I am at peace

See you soon

sunlight through clouds

Dinosaur Ramblings


I do now know
those ancient prophesies
that long ago foretold
about time acceleration
as the years get accumulated
which a newer version of me
once scoffed at dismissively
as delusions of the elderly
are not only painfully true
they are happening quite rapidly

I can faintly hear
those long ago departed ghosts
laughing at my past naivete

The arrogance of youth

Too self absorbed to hear the truth
from those who have traversed
the same well worn path

Now they get the last laugh

Saturated in irony
as I now am the crusty relic
admonishing the text obsessed
microchip attention span generation
to look up from their hand held existence
and savor the many diverse flavors
this very finite
accelerated timeline has to offer

gather ye rosebuds

Soul Support


Went to the redemption center
to drop off my pile of regrets

The long haired hippie behind the counter
asked me if needed a little help

I insisted I could handle the load myself
being the proudly independent type

He seemed a tad put off by my refusal
with a look of profound disappointment

So he gently asked me again if I needed him

“Jesus Christ!” I said, “Please leave me be!”

With that he bowed his head and proclaimed

“Thou knowth who I be and yet ye reject me?”

Then he faded transparent and vanished
and my dark soul filled with white light

The redemption center is now my cathedral
where I gladly seek the support I once spurned

In our lonely little world of isolation

We need all the crutches we can find

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