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by

David John Irish

The trees look like dancing, skeletons reaching upward toward a sunless, moonless sky.................

Ricochetting mass media portrayed events,
evolving the commonality felt or even discussed by strangers.
The urban microbiospheric struggle for survival marches on.
Needs created, ever evolving,
structural braces detering many from what was once a true chosen calling,
interesting, humourous--agonizing at times;
the ratio when placed beside the human zoo.
Disruptions away from old ideals
& oh yes......
all the would be warriors,
all the would be poets,
jesters, painters etc..
Yet, I think that this is true freedom,
that we are men and women of choices.
Destiny can throw a curve,
bring meaning to your work...
eg: another mouth to feed
or the could be all dream absorbing lure of greed,
washing away the god like good,
injuring blissful independent thought,
sponging & holding in specialized needs to perceptually(furthermore in most cases)comparitively acheive an urban ideal of success.
The true immaterialists have found something powerfully inhumane.
In this microbiosphere of tangible equations,
experience- life work,
all echoing realms of coexisitence on this planet,
viewed, hands on,
beautiful, rewarding
further past being able to say that you own a plot of the grandeur,
you posses apiece of the would be paradise,
that you, instead of contributing to the restoration,
the reclaimation of this blissful entirety,
have simply sucommed to to the far more simpler task of bearing the weight,
strictly of your own one dimensional,
one point existence.
Surrender not my cats,
for the more you grow,
the more lion like your natural ideals will become..
The easier it will be to simply digest the doglike mentality.
Raise that crowned, glorious head of yours high..
Begin the revolution within and expand................


grind

by

David John Irish

MECHANISMS CREATED SUBTLY ERASING INDEPENDENT THOUGHT/VISIONS,
NEEDS STRETCHING PAST BIOLOGICAL FUNCTIONAL CONTRIBUTIONS,
ESSENTIAL RESOURCES DEPLETING IN THE NAME OF ONE SPECIES,
THE MASTERMIND HAS NO PROOF; FUTURE WILL DICTATE,
ACTION-CONSEQUENCE,
THE TRUE PLANET LEADERS HAVE SOLUTIONS,
THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW, PERFECT LOOP,
A NEW WORLD SOCIETY; CONSCIOUS,
LIVING WITH LIFE, LOVING ALL,
TO SLOWING DOWN THE GREED DRIVEN INDUSTRIES,
THAT SEEM BENEFICIAL_..TO THE ONE MASTER SPECIES,
WHILE OTHERS WILL FALL WITH THE RISE..
"THE ERECTION OF THE WORLDS LARGEST FACTORY,
COMPLETE WITH FIFTEEN HUNDRED SMOKE STACKS,
ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DRAIN PIPES LEADING TO THE SEA,
IT’S OWN ROCKET TO SHIP WASTE TO SPACE,
SPECIALIZING IN MANUFACTURING CARS, COMPUTERS,
ALSO MINING, PULP AND PAPER, PETROLEUM & PLASTICS,
SOON TO EXPAND!! CHEMICAL WARFARE, GENETIC MODIFICATION
SMART BOMBS!! APPARENTLY THE STOCKS ARE GOING TO MULTIPLY!
LUCRITIVLY BENIFICIAL FOR INVESTORS"
_..DIVINE HUMAN RACE, DIVINE HUMAN RACE,
SHHHHSH..SUCH A DOWNWARD SPIRAL THOUGHT,
STAY POSITIVE, LIVELY UPRISING ON ITS WAY,
GOD GIVEN POWERS,
THE TRUE GENIUSSES KNOW THE WRONGS,
THE BRILLIANCE KNOWN IS THE FACT THAT OUR RUTHLESS TECHNOLOGICAL PURSUITS COULD ACTUALLY BE MODIFIED TO CLEAN UP AFTER THEMSELVES,
GOD GIVEN POWERS, ANIMALISTIC SOULFUL ACTIONS,
LIVELY UPRISING SOON TO BE HERE_.
"TRUTH, WILL, CONVICTION, COURAGE AND DETERMINATION"


Untitled

by

David John Irish

Timeless craftsmen,
With all of these invented niches,
that seem to metamorphasize in time as technology furthers in dictating new means for survival ,
Seperating many of us from our natural gifts
Learned trades?
Or the perfection of a bred within art?
We must get past mere urban survival,
Enriching lives_
Away the robot.
A need for macrokineticrobotics? Nanotechnology?
Closer (for me) to the wood carver, shoe maker, forger,the hatmaker, watchmaker, locksmith, swordsmith, etc__ the small time show_..
Away from these gluttenous trades..
We all need our own bit of earth, air fire,
and in the north, some warmth on our backs..
In this over-ever changing age,
this idea of timelessness,
absolution from the rush,
with a permanent etch,
a constance—certainty, reliability,
no need for full renewal nor upgrade,
like a placid dream stemming from an ancient faith,
with a defiance for redundancy.
Always the same; Nightmare café,
like an episode where everyday the same things in sequence occur,
the evident over exaggeration of our control of our choice to endure the mundane routine of existence.
Feeding only our mouths,
another literal idea of consumption,
wherein soul foods only for artists.
Contributions?
Gets down to;
No clarity,
Unconscious—struggle,
becomes common, a union,
A ground-path, well travelled direction_.
Extreme visual:
Harnessed into ours chairs, skullcap on, i.v in place
shock electrodes suctioned to our pressure points,
injectors in place..
Reducing our dreams,
where a day in the park could be viewed with spite,
the vagrancy, the laziness, the lack of endurance,
oh, the idea of that 15 min break,
when the harnesses and shackles come off,
or the one week when we get away from the cold, rigid boxes
and become soothed with distant familiarity
of the smooth rounded imperfect shapes of nature,
where the measurements are disproportioned yet correct,
"the feeling of freedom"
away from the 8 by 11 9to 5, 11 to 3, 2by 4 or whatever,’
but coming back to
the pins and needles,
red and green lights,
the ticking seconds of unwanted commitments,
the artifical stimulants and stimuluses,
Killing Time!
Saving up, to get off!
& celebrate
what to an outsider could seem like nothing,
meaning derived from inflicted wounds and so called common bonds
and everything else , a false sense of security..
One hand, One piece of paper could pull it all away,
& the starved, deprived soul left standing without all of the comforts,
this fear to many keeps them in the march,
the grueling race..
where the adorned are lavished with so much free time
due to being paid and soaked in envy by the endurers.
-Pointed at high on the pedestals,
high like the deities gods and goddeses of the ancient roman world
A life without paranoia?
As simple as rear view mirrors,
leave that to the limo driver__
but we are all back to our cubicles,
bang out the consumption
and gluttony on the holidays.
‘Consume things to wake us up, make us happy, make us horny,
Get us to sleep etc,
all stemming from a path away from our gifts,
snake oil for the masses,

Timelessness

The full experience with true happy individual acceptance_.


Milliseconds

by

David John Irish

Timeless craftsmen,
With all of these invented niches,
that seem to metamorphasize in time as technology furthers in dictating new means for survival ,
Seperating many of us from our natural gifts
Learned trades?
Or the perfection of a bred within art?
We must get past mere urban survival,
Enriching lives_
Away the robot.
A need for macrokineticrobotics? Nanotechnology?
Closer (for me) to the wood carver, shoe maker, forger,the hatmaker, watchmaker, locksmith, swordsmith, etc__ the small time show_..
Away from these gluttenous trades..
We all need our own bit of earth, air fire,
and in the north, some warmth on our backs..
In this over-ever changing age,
this idea of timelessness,
absolution from the rush,
with a permanent etch,
a constance—certainty, reliability,
no need for full renewal nor upgrade,
like a placid dream stemming from an ancient faith,
with a defiance for redundancy.
Always the same; Nightmare café,
like an episode where everyday the same things in sequence occur,
the evident over exaggeration of our control of our choice to endure the mundane routine of existence.
Feeding only our mouths,
another literal idea of consumption,
wherein soul foods only for artists.
Contributions?
Gets down to;
No clarity,
Unconscious—struggle,
becomes common, a union,
A ground-path, well travelled direction_.
Extreme visual:
Harnessed into ours chairs, skullcap on, i.v in place
shock electrodes suctioned to our pressure points,
injectors in place..
Reducing our dreams,
where a day in the park could be viewed with spite,
the vagrancy, the laziness, the lack of endurance,
oh, the idea of that 15 min break,
when the harnesses and shackles come off,
or the one week when we get away from the cold, rigid boxes
and become soothed with distant familiarity
of the smooth rounded imperfect shapes of nature,
where the measurements are disproportioned yet correct,
"the feeling of freedom"
away from the 8 by 11 9to 5, 11 to 3, 2by 4 or whatever,’
but coming back to
the pins and needles,
red and green lights,
the ticking seconds of unwanted commitments,
the artifical stimulants and stimuluses,
Killing Time!
Saving up, to get off!
& celebrate
what to an outsider could seem like nothing,
meaning derived from inflicted wounds and so called common bonds
and everything else , a false sense of security..
One hand, One piece of paper could pull it all away,
& the starved, deprived soul left standing without all of the comforts,
this fear to many keeps them in the march,
the grueling race..
where the adorned are lavished with so much free time
due to being paid and soaked in envy by the endurers.
-Pointed at high on the pedestals,
high like the deities gods and goddeses of the ancient roman world
A life without paranoia?
As simple as rear view mirrors,
leave that to the limo driver__
but we are all back to our cubicles,
bang out the consumption
and gluttony on the holidays.
‘Consume things to wake us up, make us happy, make us horny,
Get us to sleep etc,
all stemming from a path away from our gifts,
snake oil for the masses,

Timelessness

The full experience with true happy individual acceptance_.


One!

by

David John Irish



XVI Members - Workjack
About Me...

None of the dirty politicians can take my peace,
With all of the accumulated suffering of man
dominating the written accounts of history,
The choice, now is to rise
with selective visions
and chosen places, people and journeys..
Crooked faces, screwed up and twisted
by the towering workforces chains- and a battle of endurance
in a debt driven society
no longer bring me grief..
There is an acceptance,
for that is the truth,
witnessed in the would be crying eyes
-if only for one moment, a breath of
the reality of our human race's
stemming, overpowering paths
away from natural existence and comfort
were to be absorbed into this individualistic, subjective reality.....
I say ONE..
& Soaked in anothers music,
brought to us like the gift of wisdom
or realisation,
the magic of possibilities in change and growth,
for in the suffering reality,
eyes are there to witness..
and the idea of soul is to be moved
by stimulus-through choice
and the root of individual thought and power,
I say ONE..
With all of this beautiful creation;
Is there a need to caught up in anything else?
To give into this old way seems like a higher plan,
not worthy of any beautiful cat,
leave that to those who have not yet realised
or found thier own way,
for they will,
as even while they rush past all of the colours in the garden,
the horse blindfolds are only an illusion,
thier peripheril vision has still caught a simple glimpse....
I say ONE!
Emalgimated,
Absorbed light...
Like an unopened treasure,
unequatable,
unseized by many,
when obvious to some fortunate,
Time is combined with change
and each step slowed and savoured with more light,
closer and closer,
with hope for the race....
humans.
Amongst the crafted statues
and pinpoints of inspiration,
hitting the neuro-transmitters,
spreading through the entirety of the individual
and given back to
the magestic wonder,
the actualization
and creative free beauty
of ONE!

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New Light

by

David John Irish


About Me...

None of the dirty politicians can take my peace,
With all of the accumulated suffering of man
dominating the written accounts of history,
The choice, now is to rise
with selective visions
and chosen places, people and journeys..
Crooked faces, screwed up and twisted
by the towering workforces chains- and a battle of endurance
in a debt driven society
no longer bring me grief..
There is an acceptance,
for that is the truth,
witnessed in the would be crying eyes
-if only for one moment, a breath of
the reality of our human race's
stemming, overpowering paths
away from natural existence and comfort
were to be absorbed into this individualistic, subjective reality.....
I say ONE..
& Soaked in anothers music,
brought to us like the gift of wisdom
or realisation,
the magic of possibilities in change and growth,
for in the suffering reality,
eyes are there to witness..
and the idea of soul is to be moved
by stimulus-through choice
and the root of individual thought and power,
I say ONE..
With all of this beautiful creation;
Is there a need to caught up in anything else?
To give into this old way seems like a higher plan,
not worthy of any beautiful cat,
leave that to those who have not yet realised
or found thier own way,
for they will,
as even while they rush past all of the colours in the garden,
the horse blindfolds are only an illusion,
thier peripheril vision has still caught a simple glimpse....
I say ONE!
Emalgimated,
Absorbed light...
Like an unopened treasure,
unequatable,
unseized by many,
when obvious to some fortunate,
Time is combined with change
and each step slowed and savoured with more light,
closer and closer,
with hope for the race....
humans.
Amongst the crafted statues
and pinpoints of inspiration,
hitting the neuro-transmitters,
spreading through the entirety of the individual
and given back to
the magestic wonder,
the actualization
and creative free beauty
of ONE!

Differential, spatial plains of existence,
not that any of us truly know- yet,
like the tunnel or blinding flash one comes back from
with a deeper appreciation for everything,
all the rewards taken for granted; realised
with a moment of deprivation,
Virtues, Senses,Movements...
acts of freedom upon the day,
turned to many.
With the mind free
& the body in chains,
Perhaps
The mind in chains
& the body free,
Moments paralleled,
reversed, positive-negative,
Balance,
An understanding collected from
accumulating the many highs and lows,
One would not be, without the other,
A rise could not occur without a lower point.
Elementary understandings
but grasped and turned into action
& a small plateau to rest at, attained,
Always there to fall back on/ or to.
A gradual climb with some slips or snags along the way
Orienteering of consciousnes.
or comfort,
Navigator of your own manifested destiny,
Visualization and actions,
slowly born into fruition,
further than need,
with an acceptance and comfort with only need..
To be less than human but not stripped of humanity
and
Up again! A new hue!
saw it before but this time recognized the gentle fade within the pigments,
plus I felt that I could see that flower grow,
or
Bamn! I heard that voice before,
This time the octave hit my new found receptors,
the words flowed through all of my capacities
of judgement and momentarily consumed me
& fuck! that sentence gave me chills.............

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