GUERNICA .. .

Posted on May 18, 2023 by edenbray

GUERNICA

Guernica

after Picasso

Guernica
grey blood shivers
runs through my veins where are the brothers of your tortured canvas wiped with a paint-rag to your Spanish bull
like an ass wipe
of Richthofen’s bombers greeted only by mothers, lovers
their children
who lay dead
your greyest colours and lifeless shapes
a dead horse

01.06.2021

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. .. ‘les deux caméléons’ .. .

Posted on March 23, 2023 by edenbray

. .. ‘les deux caméléons’ .. .

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By the turnpike
we stopped off at the corner
whispered stories to the wind
my spy glasses slipped
and fell
you crushed them under foot

Sondelique
no more secrets any more
in the glass menagerie
we’ve all been seen before
scrutinous
applies to change of circumstance

Natural desires
are not required to be human
once affinity embarks upon a journey
we trace our steps and find confusion
lust for life
minimalist, extremist, parabolic

The escape
trucks speed past my window
rain and spray, the sound of distance
can we meet again, say things better
as in letters
I bow my alligator head to sleep

I ain’t going
to truck with war no more
I ain’t going to fuck with my depression
my anxieties, my addictions, Ive laid them out
upon the floor
my disillusionment is pure


©edenbraytoday21.03.23

 

AN – understanding depression

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AURORA-METEOR FLASH LIGHTS UP MY SKY .. .

Posted on March 11, 2023 by edenbray

Aurora Meteor Flash Lights Up My Sky .. .

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.. .

…. when late skies of the aurora part
there is no feeling in my hands
no senses running through me
death is a dim cloud descending
like cold water trickles down from the mountains

from the mountains of Araz-kana
where there also are wild ponies, goats
serpents under rocks and smallish, brown birds
that climb the rocks and trees their beaks are curved
jammed full of insects, ants and splendid nectar

these are the high plains of our civilisation
where the induits once roamed
on stellar journeys clothed in animal fur
soft, rancid skins cut from seals
that in the morning make you retch

I too am a sharman
not to touch the earth or its trees
not to see the sun or categorise
the energy of this constant storm that rages
within the intelligence of all peoples

we are born waiting the solitary night
wailing at the morbid separation
from our mothers skin, her open pudenda
thrust into a dream we cannot divine
we embark upon a journey with no end

each one of us is a nimbus, a Columbus
a Ghengis, a warrior as a snow leopard
focussed on her awesome kill
under the star-filled night with dancing lights
my wild love goes ridin’ she rides all the day

©edenbraytoday09.03.2023

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THE NIGHT POOL .. .

Posted on February 22, 2023 by edenbray

the night pool .. .

The Night Pool

The intoxication, purity
  linseed oil of turpentine
creamy ash the palette
  your peacock feathers
fronds, alien and falling
  from the wet-warm night sky
and in the morning
  I build again a stairway
startling, parting airwaves
  concave to your heart
birds-foot gentility
  sensitivity in a garland
arabesque, exotic
  filled with intension

 

©edenbraytoday20.02.2022

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A MASH OF OATS AND MAMMARIES .. .

Posted on February 17, 2023 by edenbray

a mash of oats and mammaries .. .

WE BUILT THIS CITY

buildings grow from scaffold lines
indian red and maroon-esque
squeezed out from the landscape
a bedrock of social-ution collusion

and there the dark prince comes
tripping upon the telegraph wires
architects shading traced on the
diagram of lore and magnetic fable

tectonic plates that move endlessly
while fancy-nancy rhymes his words
in equal measure of bitterness and scorn
opens wounds with vitrio-lastic gunk

revolving pictures and film spill over
a dumb waterfall of suggestive thought
laced with mammaries, social grime
tik-tok come into view you imposter

mankind once built sewers, church spires
constructed bridges from timber, stone
masonry and steel things that were real
in stormy weather with oatmeal for brekus’

©edenbraytoday17.02.2023

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.. It was meant to reflect on contemporary society – its obsession with building human dolls houses, tik-tok and women’s jugs at the expense of community, re-building the fabric of our world and culture which are both crumbling unattended and uncared for without regard for any traditional values – society will implode if we ignore history and tradition entirely in favour of jingoistic lightweight pallatives which excite momentarily but ultimately fail to deliver – like eating endless buffet on a train that is  on its way to oblivion ~ EDENBRAY 18.02,2023

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the escher pomes collection .. .

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DOGWALKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE .. .

Posted on January 6, 2023 by edenbray

Dogwalkers of the World Unite (and take over) .. .

dog whisperer

Learn to love me, as I walk your dogs
Now, today, tomorrow and always
Although I have no dog of my own
And they are only borrowed
Do not despise me, I always carry the can
Take full responsibility for each one
My only weakness is
Oh never mind, never mind
Oh precious dogwalkers of the world
Unite together and take it over
Don’t forget to hand them over
To their owner, to their owner
Your pooch is their pooch after all
Just remember, hand them over, hand them over
Love me, love my dogs, in so many different shapes
Now, today, tomorrow and always
While they lead their doggie walkers around
Like they are aliens and we are only hounds
My only weakness is when I can’t find
The mess that they have left behind
At that moment I am blind
Dogwalkers of the world
Unite and take over, you must
Hand them over, hand them over
A heartless hand upon my shoulder
A leash, yet you must hand them over
They are not yours
Try living in the real world instead of in a dog pound
Before I even began I was bored
Now I never can be bored
Working as I am, as a dogwalker
Your local, loyal dog worker
Dogwalkers of the world
Unite and take over
Dogwalkers of the world
Unite and take over
Dogwalkers of the world
Unite and take over
Dogwalkers of the world
Take over
….

©edenbraytoday02.01.2023

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after Morrissey of the Smith’s –
‘Shopwalkers of the World Unite’ – circa. January 1987

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Author’s Note:- 

This is included purely as a piece of flotsam and a jibe of fairly acerbic fun – ‘after’ the songwriting of Morrissey and more especially his – ‘Shoplifters of the World Unite’ composition from January, 1987 – The Smiths caught the changing mood of youth during the 80’s and became a cult-band within a cult as conscious younger people became increasingly unsatisfied with the level of opportunity that the seemingly ‘got it sorted’, ‘say no to drugs’, ‘make the most of what we’ve got’ sub-culture of that day assented to and therefore exuded. Morrissey tried to look one half-level deeper or maybe sideways and would explore anomalies and wander off-track from accepted limits and therefore he appeared somewhat randomly more subversive and less easy to categorise than the basically ‘safe’ or acceptable side of that Oasis/Blurr Brit-pop generation. He managed to find a darker, possibly a ‘puce’ core that eventually made him something of a maverick anti-hero within that era and among ‘alternative’ thinkers – ‘a loose cannon’ you might say and the song I have borrowed for my poem exemplifies this more clearly than many.

edenbray 06.01.2022

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HERE ARE THE LYRICS of
Shoplifters of the world Unite .. . to compare notes

Learn to love me, assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a list of crime
My only weakness is, well, never mind, never mind, oh
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over
Learn to love me and assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
But last night the plans for a future war was all I saw on Channel 4
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over
A heartless hand on my shoulder, a push and it’s over
Alabaster crashes down, six months is a long time
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell
But before I began
I was bored before I even began
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Take over
..
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SERGEI .. .

Posted on December 27, 2022 by edenbray

SERGEI .. .

sergei

Remember well full histories
  homeland, where we learned
  and lived as children born
  to cultures sworn both Russian
  as the czar, severe the priests
  incense-driven, strict religion

I learned to play piano for you
  astride the mercy-seat un side-
  saddled like Catherine the great
  ply the wounded soul of a nation
  harmonise musical notation to
  parody character, pain and conflict

Romanticise, canonise our history
  illustrious, full of slavic mystery
  paint pictures in the air with sound
  dark red the colours of the ground
  where bloods and passions mingle
  hearts, hands, severed senses tingle
 
Sergei, come home now darling boy
  where we may plant your embers
  foster life, nurture furrowed seed
  whereby sentience and reason bleed
  shall we ever return to former honour
  expunge the deaths of evolution’s terror

©edenbraytoday27.12.2022

. .. there are good people that live in Russia and outside who lament its sad, moribund, recent history as should we all regret our own nation’s frailties and atrocities however small or large but hope must eventually seek to find a pathway, however painful, to a peaceful restoration, if only for the sake of the children and future generations  .. . I believe Sergei Rachmaninov regretted the political directions his homeland took during his lifetime but never failed to love his country or to support those wounded in defence of his nation who finally did play a major part in deterring the nazi threat .. .

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THE TRAINS GO THUNDERING BY .. . .. .

Posted on December 24, 2022 by edenbray

The Trains Go Thundering By .. .

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The trains go thundering by
more a figure of speech
I sit at the corner of a dusty road
forlorn much of hope

The tanks came after
then the larks sprung forth
and the shouting of the soldiers
in the gutter at the shortest day

When we were children
standing aside to watch those
steam-snorting leviathans
as they go thundering by

We believed in our future
while we sang ditty songs
in the classroom of learning
assumed mothers always know

Washed our hands in snow
thought we would never die
until memories, things transparent
appeared deeply as in invisible ink

They, who lived twice
Saint Sebastian, all the rest
those who hung from a gibbet
who lived with summer hope

As trains go thundering by
below or above the highway
tales we told ourselves as kids
fresh from newspaper cones

Up on the stoney parapet
we learned to whirl
the rattle, beat the drum
sing out loud our favourite songs

when Mr Harold came we played
on red-tiled door steps
where come ‘RT’ busses
always travelling in threes

Those trains still thundering after
I, inside my box room
middle classed in suburbia
cul-de-sac inspid with inertia

Believing in the something
but then nothing anymore
not since Hiroshima, 9/11
the rape of common man

The antecedence of horror
the antipathy of truth
the rush of man’s desire
to conquer different tribes

Who tampers their genetics
play gods with other lives
who wrestles leviathan
controls the march of time

Watch then with your child eyes
watch the loyal soldier
watch a father die
as trains go thundering by

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©edenbraytoday24.12.2022

my christmas pome – 2022

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, ,, CLASSIC INNUENDO .. .

Posted on December 14, 2022 by edenbray

, ,, classic innuendo .. .

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Six minutes or three of daylight every day
zipping away closing in
it is a bird of wings and flutters
a bird of prey surrounding caustic phobia
caught in traffic going nowhere
deadlock cannot be unbroken
as the bond between peoples
as the nimbostratus
the light is fading suffocation
withdrawing from our gazetteer
entwined in convolvulus weed
stifling the life of free speech
and honest living in retirement
as we forfeit giving to the really needy
while the Bezos’ and the greedy
absorb more of the daylight
bundles of notes and cash
oodles of noodles
cryptos of currencies
digital manna in the new world
of the new – new testament which
falls by the day not by night
in the creation of another age
by avoiding the constraints
of the next neo-capitalistic sensation
the tyranny of the masses
the endless titanic struggle
of the poor and working classes
throughout the middle ages
until the day of the dawning
technologies revolution
denying pollutions solution
like a second-hand sun appearing
on the horizon of change
which is a water melon in Sheffield
it is an iron lung in Shanghai
an orange mist in Honolulu
a puddle of warm blood
rise up rise up 0 mighty oceans
spread your banks you raging seas
it is these people who must arise
rebuild the nations of honour
taking back your frail humanity
from earls and barons
modern day financiers
charlatans of terror in a chair
who have taught themselves
not to care – hard-nosed
closed-off to compassion
I am maybe Watt Tyler on a blistered road
a subsiding camber
warning the lights had changed
long since from green to amber
festooned in armour of a different kind
you red-eyed charmers
have made me blind to real need
I hear starlings fall in their chirpy
even domestic animals are alarmed
they hear the silent call of nature’s warning



©edenbraytoday14.12.2022

 

authors note ~ I had to write this – it is not doom and gloom but my reality – pity me but do not laugh me out of court – a new and darker middle ages is fast upon us – we have become too used to the ‘fantasy’ of a post-apocolypta to recognise the bomb exploded way way back and the fallout only just descending .. . 

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featuring NICO .. .

Posted on December 3, 2022 by edenbray

nico

featuring Nico .. .

Around this woollen ball, this puff of life
jangled strings zip, zang across the bridge
echoed voices caught tap tapping on the backboard
white noise an alternating love song

Did you get inside Picasso’s head or Blake
Hockney’s swimming pool remote and lonely
emulsioned out for all to see, not for posterity
who knew the tempera here was set politically

I heard voices in the wild wind ever closer
then revolution was not so a dirty word
violence, obsequious, fabulous, absurd
ampersand the currency of other lands

Safe, narwhaled from our pleasant sundays
village greened, cosied into thirties constructs
like cricket whites b-4 adopting denim jeans
markered CND’s upon angst-filled dreams

Hardwood stage, the age, loose-fit abstract
queen Nico, minimalist, name-checked as an entity
symbolism birthed, seeded by some advertiser’s junk
boys q’p’s, girls capital V’s, coin-slot teasers

Happy to be, therefore I am, persuaded by a Cambells can
or a gym shoe, art’s pale face peroxided over
who took up the mantle or a cudgel to the head
these were artist’s who by art systematically bled!

We were constantly drifting, our life-raft listing
leave me with my bands, my ties, my addictions
I was once like you, a son, fair full of constancy
my meat hung low but rose to all occasions

Now I am meat for the wagon that can never know
where it might end, discarded like a banshee’s wail
in sunny climes, Andalusian, stoned, harpooned
washed up, in the year of getting your shit together

I am a statement written out in purpled blood
shored up by virtue, consecrated, left for dead
I float east where the water turns mauve to angry red
and yellow, orange, white, psychedelic blue

We together formed forever the perfect group
remembered by our perfect name, our Dada beat
icons signatured at Caffe Bizarre on West 3rd street
audiences dazed and damaged when then departed

©edenbraytoday03.12.2022

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