Excess

shadowed by an earth
patient with its one idea,
competes with earth
to inspire the poet
with great and mysterious content.
The poet
has the one beating the other,
or the other the one,
or, with immortality in store,
fancies a draw.

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B: XII: Sadness In Success

The best of the other in the one.
The best of the one in the other.
Either in the one or the other,
the best of the other or the one.
The success that lies in sadness,
the sadness in success.
The honour and the love.
Best below, above.

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Aikiha

synthesis with enhancement
jactitation
distinction preservation

if they are shootin' at ya
you know that you are
doin' somethin' right, okay?

shhhh you acacia flowers
pride's before a mine
Scrub's your Street, not Wattle Drive

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The Duality of It All

Some sidestep the question,
Why it is we suffer.
They luxuriate in gain:
Eternality no matter
As it's inseparable from pain.

Others need the pain in question.
Suffering's their call.
There's no point in seeking more
As seekers after all.

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M: V: Trigger

One of those ones
Compelled to get up
Out of being a little crazy
Got up
And fearlessly spoke
Of the importance of everything
Down to the least
And the value of nothing
Up to the most
In the make-up of the play
Of the great things of our day.

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To the Past

Now that he has gone,
credit him for our boldness.
Forgive him for his failings-
he feared he wasn't right.

Let's hope a bolder future
will too forgive our failings,
credit how we shone
to give him greater boldness-
and fears he too is wrong.

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B: IIII: Hardenedarsiscism

Artists needing
Softer form of love,
Feel the call of gutter,
Turn away from fashion
Feeding on itself
Up on the highest shelf,
Peering over glasses
At concerns of other classes,
Out of reach and fitting
Only hardened arses.
Kindarsiscism
Calls

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B: XI: Pity the Dictator

Wanting what was 'grand',
he looked up 'connoisseur',
the 'universe',
'...to perfect the mind of man'.
He grew callous in his search:
'force',
'consanguinity',
'preposterous' and 'pompous'.
He hadn't understood
He really wanted 'good'.

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B: V: The Albatross

Whatever else it may be doing
Spirit orders order
To alter its arrangements.
Order tires slowly
Sensing no way out
Or, knowing no sense in it all,
Grows a grand ambition
To do without itself,
Leave spirit free to get on with
Whatever else it's doing.

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B: I: The Meaning of 'Wild

Death's the comfiest place
You could retire to,
After all the strife,
Like bed's the softest place
After a hard day's life.

But dreams, they can be wild.
Containing all the past,
All the future too,
Death must be a wild, wild place
You must retire to.

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