- LOOK - Two poems from the collection + A rant of political dimensions by Adi Cox - .MP4
Channel: Coax Arind
Date: 2012-06-07

To Utopia

Strolling up along a rocky mountain pass 
to a world so green, so very full of grass. 
Travelling up along to pastures new 
in a world so very clear under a sky so blue. 

We arrive at the country of 'No time at all' 
not in this realm of space, 
in the shire of 'Nowhere' 
in a town called 'Someplace'. 

Now Someplace boasts proudly a colourful array 
a dream town in nowhere with a brighter breezier way, 
as the towering medieval buildings transparent or colourfully opaque 
reflect thoughtfully onto the tranquil lake: 

Within illuminated illusions under a pleasurable poisoned yellow sky 
cleaning myself of reality delightfully I cry, 
a manna in the wilderness the smells of intrigue and allure 
don't want to find an antidote let's forget about a cure.


Washed Up

It feels like there's no escaping 
the blindingness of the darkness of fear. 
So deep and dark are these waters 
that the sun cannot shine down here. 

My face is straight, 
I feel deep emotions as I speak 
and imagine the tears of sadness 
are rolling down my cheek. 

Sadness cleans my mind 
it clears my clouded head 
as I swim in emotions 
through the watershed. 

Through turbulent murky waters 
full of stress and distortion, 
onto a never ending shoreline 
with all its complications. 

Persistent waves keep rolling into shore 
but there's undercurrents of doubt, 
because although the waves keep crashing in 
the tide is moving out. 

So here I am like a voyager 
like a crustacean in another land. 
A lost stranger stranded, 
washed up on the sand.