The Panopticon
Psychological disTRACTion
Inner mind desTRUCtion
Higher Soul MYSTification
Can man invert art deRANGEment
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Psychological disTRACTion
Inner mind desTRUCtion
Higher Soul MYSTification
Can man invert art deRANGEment
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Waking up before sunrise
My body is not yet born
Is inhabited by dreams
Yet to be fulfilled
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Come to centre and extent
Sounds surround decentralised context
Patterns, images interwoven
Forms, sense, focus and intent
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Love: a cold hard sky gnashes its teeth on the mountains
Love: A burn the colour of dull lead
Love: The last bird cries lonely on the moor
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Love: a cold hard sky gnashes its teeth on the mountains
Love: A burn the colour of dull lead
Love: The last bird cries lonely on the moor
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Why was the sense
Extracted from innocence?
Life’s purity bottled-up
And sold for a song
Since ages gone
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Nowhere, but in the body’s every filament
Everywhere, except where the seagull’s eye flickers
Somewhere, but where are the keen cries of the eagle?
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Came through a dark moon over discarded hills
Away from the swamp-vapours multiplying ills
Silent fears in the night and ghostly chill
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
I see night and “Cars rule”. In front, behind, to the left and right As I roll along to my destination Through the night.
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THE WHITE PATH TROD
WHOSE STEPS LEF FROM HELL
THERE AND BACK AGAIN
NOW SEEK THOU THE SACRED WELL
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Is the Tree of Life dying?
Is the river’s rush drying?
Is the hunted man crying?
NO! The Tree of Life is thriving!
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
A discontinued line
The sparking end of a live flex
Dipped at the water
A path which once led to somewhere
Now buried and overgrown, lost forever.
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Yoga and meditation Is The shade where You May rest as you will Benmeath the branches Of the Tree of Life Next to the flowing, rushing
Waters of the River of Time
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
The only race is the one
To regain re-unification
To become, humankind, one race
In the eye of God’s perception
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
You made my life shine
Re-kindled passion I thought was blunted
I think you understand me
I’m not really that complicated
I wonted, was baited, fated then sated
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
There was an old lady
She had a black kettle
She went in the garden
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
You don’t say what you think
You don’t think much anyway
You lie and flatter
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
We looked out over the glistening plain
Heard the sound of a sparrow’s footfall
We knew we would not pass by here again
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Forgive me
If, after years of dull insensibility
I begin to feel again
Forgive me
If, after decades of painless oblivion
I begin to feel emotions again
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
YOUTH OF DELIGHT, COME HITHER,
AND SEE THE OPENING MORN
IMAGE OF A TRUTH NEW BORN.
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
“Trees are good for people and the environment
Trees can be cared for and their products use for life-enhancing projects
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
With the sword of thy understanding shalt thou render asunder in thy heart every doubt arising from ignorance
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Come Daurdabla, come Coir-cetharchuir, come Uaithne!
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IL Y A UNE RAISON QUE NOUS N’ACCEPTERONS PLUS;
IL Y A UNE APPERANCE DE SAGESSE QUI NOUS FAIT HORREUR;
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
YET STILL HE SLEEPS ON
VERY DEEP IN SLIMBER
HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN THE SLEEPING LAIRD?
ARE THE CLAMMY FERNS
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
YET STILL HE SLEEPS ON
VERY DEEP IN SLIMBER
HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN THE SLEEPING LAIRD?
ARE THE CLAMMY FERNS
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Short Poems |
Economic acceleration
Hyperbolic curve of need’s greed
Plotted Course or indecision
Posted by Chris Hudson | 23Jul , 2025 | Inspiration |
I wish I were a little bird who could fly to where you are And we’d be by ourselves so that we could chase away this sadness
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Elle est retrouvée. Quoi ? – L’Eternité. C’est la mer allée Avec le soleil.
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“I am your enemy I stand outside everything you are I am the dark shadow that makes you fright I am your own shadow, cast in the cold moonlight.”
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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Economic acceleration Hyperbolic curve of need’s greed Plotted Course or indecision
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