Tag Archives: pain

DEEP DOWN TO DEATH

Posted on December 27, 2021 by Universal Octopus

Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .

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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH

Posted on November 11, 2021 by Universal Octopus

November Rose.Pink and white and mauve.Solitary, still,among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown.The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories,midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose for the dying.November Poppies for … Continue reading →

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

Posted on November 10, 2020 by Universal Octopus

This yearthe dead are blindand do not seem to hearour prayers.Nor do they seem to mindthat we now ownwhat they once thought was theirs. Herethey shed no tearat all the painthey left behind. Now,when they come again,they only findechoes of … Continue reading →

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NORMAL

Posted on June 2, 2020 by Universal Octopus

Pain is in proportion to livingness.The more alive you are,the more it hurtsto live.This is normal. The young hurt mostbut mend quickest.New flesh healswhere old flesh withers.Young mind feelspain piercing and deep;often so deep that of itself it heals;a child … Continue reading →

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EXCUSES

Posted on March 23, 2020 by Universal Octopus

In the pursuit of pleasure(or the relief of pain),they abuse their leisureand then return to work again. In the pool when the water is cleara thousand activities appear;a network of looking, seeing, willing;of turning, diving, chasing, catching, killing. Nowhere is … Continue reading →

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RIGHT VIEW

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Universal Octopus

In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading →

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BLACK MAGIC…

Posted on July 28, 2019 by Universal Octopus

…A flowering of the human spiritin which Evil torments and exploitsas much of Creation as it can reach. …A development of Freedom To,when the corner stone of Ethics is discarded, that proliferates and insinuatesto as near Absolute Power as it … Continue reading →

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VIEWPOINTS

Posted on July 22, 2019 by Universal Octopus

At Tha Thua they sweat,eat ice, jump in river.At Whitsands we’re wet,wear coats and just shiver. At noon, garlic toast is a must.Half-an-hour later it tastes just like dust. Our viewpoints change to meet new dataas smart clothes adjust to … Continue reading →

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POETRY

Posted on April 7, 2019 by Universal Octopus

Poetry begins with pain(like any other kind of birth)but though it breeds and feeds on earth,it aims at not becoming back again and reaches to the roots of thingsin search of the eternal springs. .

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ONE ARROW, TWO ARROWS

Posted on March 5, 2019 by Universal Octopus

Why should the hand complainfor the glove abandoned in the rain? Why should the foot retainthe ragged shoe and call it pain? Why should the coloured window paneinflict on the white wall a lasting stain? Why should the nerve-ends’ loss … Continue reading →