Savagery
To celebrate Blake’s anniversary I’ve written this poem, titled Savafree means:
beyond savagery. to be perform 28 NOVEMBER 2007 AT TATE BRITAN:
EVANT TIME 13:00 -18:00
Slavery. What a word. It sounds to me like sla ver free- free slave irony. Who made this word sound such a party word. I can imagine someone shouting “come on, let’s get the game on”. I’d no idea what’s waiting for me.
A boat cram- packed to breaking. Space comes at a cost, over they go. Some time food for thought.
Chains rattle clink sound that send shiver all over Wooden shapes made a smooth furrow were once there were splinters that killed, no medicines no remorse only the smell of dying no screaming strange the sound of death is silence
Body parts festering maturing like a good bottle of wine but in this case ready to be removed and the rest of the body shredded for the pot giving new meaning to they look better than they tasted.
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There no nicety about being conned
There no nicety of being owned,
There no nicety of being sold,
There no dignity, ONLY despair. Can you imagine there’s no light just like when you were kids your big brother put you in the dark, cover you with a blanket or pillow but you screams “let me go”; Fear with no ending continues fright. How terrible that must have been.
And here we are two hundred fifty years on- still trapped, sold out but still slaves. If you did but know what government got up to? Master or slaves to oil. Which one are you? Most say both but only one chose.
Jason
Tuesday 20 November 2007
Siren maids
SIREN MAIDS
Just lately all I can think about is death. It seems like an old friend calling. it says come to me, reminds me of siren maids calling all is safe, then when you think it all safe you hit the rocks.
The beauty has two faces the one you trust like a mother hen and the other, that wreck lives.
Which one do I feel today, it does not matter for what ever you feel the out come is the same, mark the area well, stay clear. Be sure to be round friends, but I don't have any, my grip loosens.
The first bash leaves me vacant and into my mind comes delight of crispy duck a joyous taste but there’s no duck only the shredding of my body. Huge strip torn away but at the end of the strip it won’t let go and still no pain it’s like a elastic band pulling and stretching.
On rocks I watch the blood run down the cracks in the rocks, the blood flow like the tails light on a flowing motorway at night. Red remind me of Christmas but there only despair biff bash once again no dash just sorrows
That final call it has me like elastic it hangs on to another strip dashing and basing like tenderizing meat, but there’s no love.
I still hear the call just like kids playing. The call is come to me, come to me the saltwater does not miss any part of me and from inside out there no pains just despair we past pain at this point
How low do you have to go, when will it be over, once again the sirens call but this time I know the lie, strange as fast as I pull away I find myself back at rock bottom
The call get louder the lights flash the noisy rumble, all the time I’m calling, stay away that all I can think - shout loud, but it makes no difference.
The rock comes near, but I move to fast, the dream end but I am I still here.
There’s no rock, no sea, no siren maids only the fear of death. But death has the last word
Jason j
Just lately all I can think about is death. It seems like an old friend calling. it says come to me, reminds me of siren maids calling all is safe, then when you think it all safe you hit the rocks.
The beauty has two faces the one you trust like a mother hen and the other, that wreck lives.
Which one do I feel today, it does not matter for what ever you feel the out come is the same, mark the area well, stay clear. Be sure to be round friends, but I don't have any, my grip loosens.
The first bash leaves me vacant and into my mind comes delight of crispy duck a joyous taste but there’s no duck only the shredding of my body. Huge strip torn away but at the end of the strip it won’t let go and still no pain it’s like a elastic band pulling and stretching.
On rocks I watch the blood run down the cracks in the rocks, the blood flow like the tails light on a flowing motorway at night. Red remind me of Christmas but there only despair biff bash once again no dash just sorrows
That final call it has me like elastic it hangs on to another strip dashing and basing like tenderizing meat, but there’s no love.
I still hear the call just like kids playing. The call is come to me, come to me the saltwater does not miss any part of me and from inside out there no pains just despair we past pain at this point
How low do you have to go, when will it be over, once again the sirens call but this time I know the lie, strange as fast as I pull away I find myself back at rock bottom
The call get louder the lights flash the noisy rumble, all the time I’m calling, stay away that all I can think - shout loud, but it makes no difference.
The rock comes near, but I move to fast, the dream end but I am I still here.
There’s no rock, no sea, no siren maids only the fear of death. But death has the last word
Jason j
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