Poetry For The Plastic People Pt. 2 - Earth

A Plastic Person Consults Time

Earth:

You take our shit

And turn it

Into Gold

I have in my pockets

A pen,

Paper and glue

Passports

Guiding me through

Back to you

Where I’ll go

When I’m gone

Where I belong

Where I come from

A silent prayer

Within my soul

Somewhere inside

Away from all

A commune

Like in days of old:

If it all depends upon

The note you end it on

Earth, please

Take my shit

And turn it into gold

Poetry For The Plastic People

It's December, and I'm far away from my garden...time to catch up on some poems

Anti-Christ (New Page)

Re: the passing into susceptible obscurity

Of some slow slide down the knife

Sliced deep into the side of sleep

Hang on, hang on...Etymology, please.

Someone hand me a dictionary

For I remember a belt, my little red belt

With silver studs and aeroplanes

The very first gift that was given to me

To be whoever I turned out to be

And then suddenly
There came a cage

A gilded frame capturing all I felt,

Guilt and shame, chains to train my brain

To claim enjoyment, treat it as profane

ho ho ho

Have  you heard the rumour?

It’s so, so time to grow a sense of humour

For then they called ME antichrist

And dared to label ME insane

So, now it’s time to redress the damage

High time to reset the stage

How now to transform and direct

This exquisitely sublime rage

stay tuned for more Poetry For The Plastic People featuring A Plastic Person

The Past 5 Months - The Permaculture Poem

July...

November...

 ...starting a food garden the permaculture way!

PERMACULTURE

To ponder the pattern of your own patio

And purposely put pen to paper

To play with the puzzle of how to plan,

Prepare and plant

The perfect patch of purpose,

Patience, perpetual peace and plenty.

Please visit my new blog Permi Pixies and read all about it

The green rings of power

another drawing from 2011

A3 oil pastel, ink and graphite

Don't ask

from 2011...

A3 graphite and charcoal

Melancholia in the skatepark

A drawing from 2011...

A3 charcoal and ink

And Now...

...For something comPLETEly different...

This week's favourite images:

probably going to be one of the most shared photos this week (see Seismologik)

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Ho ho ho! Have you heard the rumour?
It's sooo so time to grow a sense of humour!

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WHO IS IT THAT GETS TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES INTO THE DAILY NEWS?
THE MANIC GRAB-MALLS OF THE LOOK-SEE-TAKERS

WHO IS IT I HAVE TO THANK FOR ALL MY NEGATIVE VIEWS?
THE PANIC OF THE POLICY MAKERS

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Deviant Art

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all Banksy

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all Sandrine Estrade Boulet


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see Animals Need Help And Compassion

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PLEASE see Seismologik

What Society

graffiti in Woodstock, Cape Town by faith47

What Society Do We Live In

When:

-it’s not good to be too happy, too high

-people are threatened by any talk of spirituality

-people laugh at those who are nature conscious, when people choose not to think too much about where their meat comes from or where their waste goes

-a person is taught to feel voiceless, intimidated and inferior because of their sex or the colour of their skin

-war, violence, rape and abuse are the most common forms of expression

-people in positions of ‘power’ would more often than not choose a quick fortune or profit over the preservation of an environment, ecosystem or animal species

-one man’s religion is superior to another’s just because his own holy book tells him so

-the human ego is elevated to such proportions that it drowns out the light from all other living beings

-we forget our place on this planet as one of those creatures

Banksy

WHY SHOULD I WORK for this kind of society?

WHY SHOULD I NOT WORK for a society of my own imagining?

artist unknown

VS.

vinyl on mirror in public toilet, Vincent Mall, East London. Let's see how long it stays up there...

LET THE BLOOD POUR FORTH

LET THE WORDS ARRANGE THEMSELVES

SHIMMER CONVALESCENT PSYCHOPHANT

OUROBORI SHAMELESS PEARS FOOT LOOSE RECHARGE

MESS NOTHING ALEX REDHEAD

LAST AND SILENT BREAKAWAY

SEPARATE MOON TIDE TO BE UNEXPLORED ADVENTURES

SAILOR’S DREAM OF HOME FARAWAY

WOE BE GONE OUTDATED PHILOSOPHY

BRINGING BACK FEELING CIRCULATION

BREATHING ARM SPACE

AMNESS SELFISH SORT RITE

MOON TIDE BREAKAWAY

NEED

SHAMEFACE STONEBONES EVEN RIDGE

SOMEWHILE CONFUSION LET

RECONNECT RESELECT RECONFIGURE MIND ERECT

SIMPLE PICTURE IN A LINE

MULTIPLY SYMMETRY OF STRUCTURE ENDOCRINE

UTERINE

FORCE SUBJECT SILHOUETTE

FLYING BOOMERANG CLEAN SOBER RELAXED

SHAKING HOLD MY ZONE KNOWING INSPIRED OK

TOP TO TOE BOTTOMS UP

FIND NEXT PROJECT

ALIGN APPARENT PARALLELS

SOUL BODY HEARTMIND

INTUIT NECESSARIES USEFULNESSES

HIEROGLYPHS SALTY RHYMES I KNOW YOU

DEEP INSIDE HELP THE CHILDREN PLAY

ALLOW MISTAKES AND LEARN THIS MASSIVE GIFT

ENERGY DIVINE BLEND MELD EARTH AND SKY

AND IN BETWEENS BLACK DARK VOID MATTER

IS WET SOIL SEED AND GENERATE

STAR BUDS HOLD IT

HOLD IT BE

MY THANKS TO THEE

Shadow Wolves

Forest 2 by Aron Wiesenfeld.  All art in this post by Aron Wiesenfeld

Shadow wolves

Good intentions

Hopelessly fucking bad timing

Silly

Peek out of tent

Freak people out

Bury shit

Maintain

Minerals

Attain?

0 0 0

7

A point

Some point

Never

Numb

Fun

Ass-kicking

Raging against nothing

Authentic

Perpetual

Again and

A love letter

Tell her

Me too

Remember

Again

Don’t be a prick

Hello fools

Tragically lucky

Get their attention

Keep my peace

Be disturbed

Come out

Animals

Us

Reflect

Rest

Sleeping lady

Minute steaks

Power struggle

Misunderstanding

Retching

Cursing

Weeping gently alone

Food smells

Choosing each

Wanting wanting

Wanting

Where is another

Flying or floating

Wondering

Intake of superknowledge

Pleasantly surprised

Behind 

Girl With Bike

 

The Wedding Party

 

Raincoat

Victor

Sweet 'n Sour Minneolas

Need to sleep need to stay awake

Need sunlight, need need warmth

Need to see my veins

Need to eat need to smoke

Need to breathe, need to be here

Need to get high need to leave here

Need to dance, need to sit

Need to think, need to laugh

Need to walk, need to look

Need to stop, need to go back

Need a notebook now.

Need what I need when I need it

Here now

Need to smoke

I don’t need much.

paint spill - Sal's studio, Chintsa West

watch the paint seep between the floorboards & swirl down into the holes

oh happy accident!

colour creatures...

...gently floating before the Giant Mop-Up

Reverse Chug Choke 1

see Street Art Utopia

Should leaves trigger earth

Turn us all into leather

Wind and metal collisions,

Send pleas through forehead

Up and down – f*ck!

It Must Be Done

Snow White by Mark Ryden

Flip a new one over,

Call it –

Revel in its nakedness

Staring back at me spread-legged,

In-spirit to dwell a while

On something good,

Worth keeping.

But suddenly out with all the rest

And, leaving a husk to try make sense of

Distant whispers fading,

Matter in a state of flux.

You pompous pricks,

I’m here!

Or, so says The Stranger.

The Apology by Mark Ryden

I can’t be anyone else,

Only this madness

Come in tall and pretty

Girl body

Sophia's Bubbles by Mark Ryden

And, It Just - (Reprogramming in Progress)

Well, I told you so, chevron moon,

Inescapable attempts at utterances

Becoming desperate must

Draw the ink, oh happen!

My voice my body sorting whiles

A mess of babble

A stress of chaos

I’m not just

Awakening every day into an everyday

Like an ant in a next

Of orderly orders

Fucking fucked

Gia and James

Jim and Jack

Ganja and Angelo

Where do I find my final

S.L.E.E.P.

So afraid and so lazy

 

Try to get high

And then try to move

Choosing to time travel

The channels of kindheartmind

Come on dimensions!

Noticing reckoning

Devoid of surface

The yellow invades my chin

And distractions reach out like zombies

To latch my fingers around

Reasons to leave and go somewhere

Else

But

It’s not where

It’s when.

 

I want to look in me

Hear me breathe

Take in and regive

Regain

Retain water nourish

New nerve endings nurtured from

Congenital neuroses ripped out,

Crushing order destroyer genes

Obliterating this orchestra of scenes:

Distil them, still them

Roll it all up in a ball

Kiss it thank you and goodbye

And launch it.

Plah.  Rhubarb.

The clink of cutlery from across the street.

 

Predictable highway accidents unravel

Oh, what I did with my eyes!

Unable to speak or draw

So incapable

Waste waste coming out my ears

I can’t leave them alone please

Silence this noise

 

No

Wait,

Don’t’ go

(Something vicious approached

And I change the verse to read:)

Old habits outdated

Thought food

I’m dawning

No fawning

Please

I’m growing down from dissention

Yeah, it’s violent.