A collection of poems that you can easily acquire from Orisons2@yahoo.co.uk
Thematically divided into six sections, giving you the option of selecting/reading a poem according to your current mood, thus on a bad day avoid Racial Realities & Cultural Critiques, and stay in Music & Aesthetics.
MUSIC BASSMAN	AESTHETICS NATURAL HIGH
Don't know why my mind seems to fly To an ecstatic place beyond time and space, At the rhythmic beckoning of a heavy BASS. Whether it's Pop, Rock or Soul, I still lose control, As classic raw beats rock me to my feet. Chorus Bass is all I want (Early in the morning, late at night). Bass is all I need....hmm! (Even when nothing else is right). My heart's the BASS, pounding resounding in my face, A surging totally unrefined attack on the body/mind. The really heavy notes seem to grab me by the throat, While rhythmic vibrations flood my Soul's foundations. Energising my whole body with pure pleasant sensations.	It's difficult to relate/say or in any way display The vitality one feels, surging waves of real energy After exertions severe, testing, yet self protecting. Taken too far tempts coronary attack to be the star Suddenly prematurely ending the life it was mending. Vanity, clear insanity, egotism, elevated profanity, An affected narcissism to sickly nauseous heights. Apt depictions of O/D junkies of this addiction, Criticisms severe yet true of comparatively few. POWER/EASE/SPEED, become an inebriating need Though sober, the mind faster instead of slower. A strong subtle fusion, body and mind mingling; Controlled exhilaration sets nerve ends tingling, The real BONUS, aesthetic FREEDOM a personal onus.
SOCIAL CRITIQUES SPEED?	CULTURAL CRITIQUES DREAMER?
Got to be sharp/awake, forget give and take, Got to have greed for everything I might need. Got to find/make money, ensure my milk and honey, Got to be successful, get by, even by theft and lies. Everything is TAKE, making big profits/BREAKS, As velocity's the key to elevating monetarily. Hit them very hard and fast, or you will be last, Left with nothing to gain/make or deviously take. Failing to try to win has got to be the worst sin, Ecstasy is being first, quenching the glory thirst. Sadly if you're last there's only an empty glass To forcefully instil a very hungry winning will. FASTER, we've been passed; you're all far too slow; Look! LEMMINGS showing us all the way we need to go.	Bewildered Monetary giants weeping dejectedly alone, As Worldwide the fully-grown decree the end of insane Shallow aspirations; to absolutely rule or totally own; Humanely compassionate charity, the era's new reality. GROWTH, and we must grow in intellect not just ego, Utilising more of our Brain's real power to create, Stop the DESECRATION/PILLAGING, our actions to date. It's far easier to be king with relaxed flexible minds, Encouraging amiably strange peaceful behaviour to rage. Yes we can all be FREE, live in Peace and Harmony, National/Racial DISCRIMINATION, STARVATION and WARS At last CRUSHED, destroyed, things of the stupid past. Material gain restrained as HUMANITY eases its pain. Wealth redefined, relative to achievements of the mind.
RACIAL REALITIES HELP?	PERSONAL/RELATIONSHIPS TRUTH!
Help began about five hundred years ago, We know, all your history books tell us so. Intrepid explorers strangely failed to see On these many heroic "VOYAGES of DISCOVERY", Peoples starving or in any real difficulty. They obviously needed HELP?, so we're told The primitive BEASTS had no value for GOLD. Minerals, even diamonds fared little better A sad RACIAL/CULTURAL blindness to wealth; Probably caused by the so humid/hot weather. Easy access to food, a part of a whole Thus slothful non-creative, an easy role. "Your guidance" was needed, very obviously To stop this waste, create a strong economy. Now the improvement's there for all to see, We too can MURDER MILLIONS for Christianity.	It's hard; but realistically LIFE/Living these days Demands attentive alertness to who's leading the way. The way to trendily dance, the way to wine and romance, The way to strive or to unscrupulously duck and dive. Relationships find themselves critically reviewed, Get the timing right, is HE/SHE really the one for you. Will it last, or sadly all too quickly become the past? Are the deep emotions/devotion forever or temporary too? An emotional harbour until the current storm is through. PAIN EVASION, avoiding potentially hurtful situations, Longings concealed, REJECTION tempering all their appeal A free SPIRIT doing solitary, trying hard to break free. Pure loving aspirations ABORTED, leaving so tragically; A lonely lost butterfly totally unsure of where/how to be.

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