Alternating Time-Scales
alternating time-scales
impose creeping ultra realities
upon narcotic selected dreams
socially construed realities
suddenly material plane
is as instant immaterial
as a universe of atoms
containing dimensional illusion
of solidity inherent
in each specific object
defined in nature's webs
all life indeed is but a dream
until the nightmare comes
on earth fear four horsemen
ride pitilessly over dark third
world catastrophe countries
dreams perish within war realms
perish in hungry mouths
death starved flesh minds
famine reinforced
with cholera,
malaria, diarrhea, typhoid,
scarlet fever, measles
compete as cyclic epidemics
epidemics sweep across aids
ravished infected Africa weeps;
remorseless west television watches
skulls gleam inanimate
in sunlight unseen by lost legions
already needlessly dead;
unmoved west television watches
when will humanity
pass a compassion
law forbidding indifference?
instead of deleting differences
ethnic groups religions
due to traditional values
of rage, anger, hate, greed,
coveting land resources
belonging to foreign others
stealing their oil incomes
homes, food, water, lives,
how long will people neglected
be forced to live die like vermin?
when will we raise all children
for love life sensuous rewards?
to assist children
in growing sane
strong safe vibrant
in radiant health
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in April 2000 on the 11.4.2000.
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The Riddle Master
The Riddle Master
asked
a woman struggling
in a lost
loveless marriage.
This paradoxical
necessary
philosophical
inquiring riddle!
“If the longed for lover
is of good honourable heart;
gave everything
while he had nothing;
gave all he had ever gotten
proving repeatedly;
how precious is a noble heart...
why then did the man
who had everything;
give nothing at all? ”
“For that man who took
your everything;
you poured out lovingly;
love from the depths;
defining your heart.”
“Then you twisted your soul
he called you a bore,
humiliated you
while steadily stealing,
your innocence;
twisting the knife
cruelly more and more.”
“Why then
are you still with
the man
who took everything? ”
“The man
who came with
the career and luxury car.”
The answer is ever locked
within many years of marriage,
a couple of children
a house full of memories,
a long history of knowing
each other intimately;
for such a long long time.
For the young, single, and carefree fool,
the appeal of attentive flashy fraud courting;
proves to be a fatal irresistible force;
that must burn out youth’s passion painfully.
Now you console yourself with allure of the material
shopping friends, your children, and an old old saying;
‘better the devil you know, than the one you don’t’
don’t you know your children will leave, they grow?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in January 2000 on the 9.1.2000.
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Craddock’s Time Theory Age Relative
light years apart
in space time
continuum
youth three-dimensional
stretching into mathematical models
age a fourth dimension
spatial dimensions
our spacetime passing each other
is space and time in a single continuum
our shared Euclidean space
on this plane of existence
is but the trap of physical flesh
our atoms bound at every point
in three-dimensional Euclidean space
by flesh infused fixed points
determined by three coordinates
yet our thoughts are timeless
infinite bound by no scientific laws
they can flow spread be anywhere any time
in universe at instant thought speed
instant in arrival at multiple locations
they enter into realities past curved space
worn holes are for porous slow minds
higher dimensions bypass imagination
non-Euclidean geometry the cage play pen
Einstein’s general theory of relativity
a manifold universe of but three
dimensions of space one of time
denies all time existing simultaneously
within a God state span spun within eternity
supergalatic subatomic levels are but focused lenses
begging new observations into eye opening realities
unperceived ignored unknown awaiting perception orientation
before eureka moment God reloading reality matrix
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Kindness Meant For Tomorrow
conscious money
humanitarians who see
still send forth aims
remember my friends
the kindness;
meant for tomorrow
does not count today
therefore aid guilt money
medical supplies to families
to ostracized severed ties
in embargo punished counties
all counts is vitally important;
today is need critical manifest
tomorrow victims are dead?
rejoice when real meaning
of true religious messages
are remembered prophet stated
when humanity compassion sows
sacred family relationships;
are remembered honoured
it is greater to give than to receive
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in April 2000 on the 11.4.2000.
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Day Break Africa
Twenty-one days to an overthrow,
Twenty-one years from a hide-out;
Day break Africa with news around the world!
Out of changes, out of words,
One out of the muse that i bring to you;
Living on One Dollar a day means that,
We have no aids but hunger! !
Day break Africa with words from a bard,
Like a serious rethinking to all mankind;
Life in Africa matters to me a lot.
Braving through the thick and thin clouds of Africa,
Like the time when a party wins;
A muse like this puts up a serious rethinking.
Day break Africa with hunger,
Day break Africa with hospitality;
Mark the beloved child who wakes up early with,
No food at all! Yes, an empty stomach! !
Just like their parents and care-takers,
Just like the things you see around;
A life and death struggle for survival!
Lawlessness! A child is born;
With an empty bowl beside him or her.
This is to learn about the hardships of Africa,
This is to grow up in the mist of nothing;
Where many talents die out easily!
From hope to poverty,
from the North to the South;
From East to the West,
From the mountains to the rivers;
We need our fertile minds to do the thinking.
Gone-East, gone-West, gone out of bounds;
From the North to the South without hope,
Day break Africa with hunger!
More deaths cases are reported on malaria than aids,
But our best works are not even well known to the world;
Since, they rather cloth us with aids! ! !
From O.A.U. to A.U.,
From poverty to aids;
How long can we hoist a flag for our emancipation? !
Day break Africa with words,
Day break Africa with hope,
Day break Africa with Hunger,
Day break Africa with dreams;
Oh, how long can we hoist a flag for our emancipation?
Day break Africa!
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Stealer Of Dreams
here comes
the stealer of dreams!
why do you steal dreams
by night by day?
my dreams are like
exhilarating rapids
at rivers turn in
mighty majestic gorge
my dreams are like trout
fighting their way up river
fighting for every inch gained
against fast flowing current
trout rests swims leaps
impossibly into the air
to traverse rocks they
cannot swim over air bound
their dreams are sky born
colours dance water shimmers
sun reflected upon flashing
scales radiant in gleaming sunlight
trout must answer spawning
instinct failure is not an option
dreams require return to riverbeds
creeks original creative conception
dreamers must sow dreams eggs
creative potential others may fertilize
bears birds fisher people cast spears
use nets to catch us feed upon our flesh
never forget our flesh is gift giving
bounty mother nature plentifully provides
in cycles chains of linked life sustaining
ecosystems all life dependent interlocked links
receive gift of life with respect dedication
do not squander resources waste take
more than is needed let life breed renew
when all dreamers are killed greed chokes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Dream A Day
If it isn't art
its therapy
is common still
a conception;
pill luxury
candy reserved
for western
consumption.
While the cat
still sleeps
in the shade
when it desires;
free to come
to go anywhere
to dream dreams
as only it may.
I dream a day
humanity swears
eternal friendship
with humanity;
when children
shall not
be neglect bred
indiscriminately.
In this world
prodigiously
in third world
to be cast forth;
helpless starved
weak unregulated
progeny doomed
to starvation die.
Shelter lacking
clothes food
cave love leaving
yielding dark;
warmth primeval
wombs to be
to soon cast
into clogged;
graves
on disused
diced roadsides
desolation;
worming
famine across
an indifferent
merciless ecology.
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The Sobs Of The Starving Children
We know about them from the radio and television and the hungry getting hungrier by the day
But we do not hear the sobs of the starving children from where we live they seem so far away
On the six o clock news at times we do see footage of hungry
children in a Land where poverty and disease is rife
And we feel a twinge of sadness that we cannot help them since we have got our own struggles in life.
Still the sobs of the hungry children are growing louder and
not all of them live in a far Country
And not all of them in the slums of the big city there's such a thing as hidden poverty
The single mother raises her brood on welfare and she has to struggle for to make ends meet
And they survive on bread and tea and milk and cornflakes since she cannot afford to buy them meat.
Banks and corporations make billions in yearly profits and we read and hear of their financial gain
But they don't help to feed the starving children and the growing scourge of poverty remain
A mile from where the billionaire lives there's poverty and hunger yet of their plight he does not wish to know
Still for him to grow wealthier others must grow poorer and
life goes on as it did years ago.
To find want you don't have that far to travel for poverty is everywhere and near
And though the starving children keep on sobbing louder their cries for food we do not seem to hear
And sad to say that those who talk and dream of an egalitarian society will never live to see their dreams come true
And in a World where there is want and hunger the majority of the World's wealth still with the wealthy few.
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Murdering Dreams
When no one is looking
I count the steps
in front of my house
no reason apparent.
I linger in front of photographs
that resemble you
and I allow
cruelly
the contrast
between you
and my present life.
Disappointment
is harder to bare sometimes
in real life
catapulting us
to alternative realities
concocted by our mourning minds
which seek those media dreams
of the perfect life
of escape from the flesh and blood realities
surrounding us
introducing to us
dripping disappointments
in self, others and family.
How guilt-dripping is this dynamic
where reality is seen to be
cruelly oppressive
compared to those media visions
concocted for us
by movies and tv.
Murdering false dreams
is what, therefore, the children
must do
in order to grow up
and become part of humanity.
Otherwise
a grieving shadow
that seeks that happily ever after
becomes a mind dripping
of false realities.
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Children Of Dreams!
contraception, or conception?
diversity defined.
religious, or spiritual?
walk the fine line!
sexual, or sensual?
erection of the soul.
what they fear most
is what they cant control!
truth, or illusion?
which is easier to sell?
war, or peace?
profit paves the road to hell.
skin color, or blood?
the differences the same!
too easy to forget,
the people without names!
the moment of truth upon us!
we choose now what tomorrow brings!
be it salvation or damnation!
children of the earth,
children of dreams...
children of the earth,
children of our dreams!
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Dreams And Ghosts
the dreams
of the heart
the dreams
of the mind
change and pass
with time
throughout the span
of a lifetime
many dreams
will come and go
but some dream
like childhood
quality must be
kept and preserved
from childhood
for this is perpetual
renewal of creativity
this deep solace
sustains aspiring soul
with hope filled
love renewing life
with new dreams
to inspire to grasp
to share eternally
the hard hearted
are played out
lost broken upon
twisted memories
dreams long dead
life expired withered
dead to deep feeling
which sustains life
the dead of heart
live only in shadows
of yesterday’s hope
ghost haunting
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She'd Love To Live In Africa
She'd love to live in Africa in the land of the Maasai
And with the tribal people dance under the moonlit sky
The rhythmic drummer beats his drum and the dancers rock and sway
She'd love to live in Africa twelve thousand miles away.
The hungry male lions cough and roar in the African night
And the sounds of galloping hooves and zebras whinnying in fright
And the elephants are trumpeting and the the wild hyaenas
scream
And to live in distant Africa has always been her dream.
She's never been to Africa but she can visualize
The fish eagles are circling o'er the lake she hear their cries
And a flock of beautiful flamingos of ten thousands birds or more
Are feeding in the shallows just in from the lake shore.
All documentaries on Africa she watches on T.V.
And she'd love to live in that great Land amongst the wild and free
But time is running out on her she now is sixty two
And her dream of life in Africa for her may not come true.
Her brain urge her to walk and jog but her legs will not obey
And she won't be going to Africa twelve thousand miles away
A long time paraplegic she sits in her wheel chair
And she dreams of distant Africa 'doesn't life seem so unfair'.
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Ever Beloved
You are a friend
ever beloved
though I see you
not by darkness
though I see you
not by day
your true friend
I swore
to ever stay
though the moon
the tides
may rise may fall
though countries
civilizations
crumble perish fall
I shall endure
be your friend
ever constant
unwavering till
the absolute end.
Even when
my last breath;
is taken
my life dissipates
my life force fades
slowly away; my soul;
shall still endure
for my eternal you
you my friend are
still not forsaken;
even though empires
great modern nations
crumble perish fall
may grow
or fade
or fall
still you remain
ever beloved;
my eternal friend
my eternal you.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2006.
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So Deep
Almost half of the population of Sub-Saharan Africa
lives on less than one dollar a day
the highest level of poverty in the world.
My little neurotic sexual white mans mind is aloof
Rio De Janeiro at war
The rich amidst abject poverty
Drug gangs armed and desperate
Darling another silk stocking love poem
2 billion people make less than 2 dollars a day
Over a fourth of the world doesn't eat enough
Distribution of wealth is as real as death
Poverty, despair, gangs, guns, ignorance
2.6 billion people have poor sanitation
4100 children die a day from diarrhea
11,700 die a day from AIDS, tuberculosis, malaria
67.5 million children are out of school around the world
Kiss me with disdainful apathy
Suckle our we are going to heaven luxury
Our sweet so called Christian values
Darling isn't our relationship so deep
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A Land Gone Black Global Nightmare
A Land Gone Black global nightmare
seems to be a spectral image that haunts
global interaction political world trade
commerce sets base minimum price
virgin land is exploited for all resources
ripped greedily but not wisely ground
renewable resources solar wave wind
are discarded with industrial grip contempt
for decades by oiled robber baron despots
once I thought in a Moment In Time
“The flash of the president’s pen
deals with the life of men.
Starting a war settling a score
all happens so far away.”
But the poor ever suffer among us
eyes of sick starving children accuse us...
“the soldiers of petroleum
buy a whore, a dime, a quarter.
dine on the flesh of children; ...”
Inspired by the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell. “The flash of the president’s pen” quotation is from the poem ‘Moment In Time’ by Terence George Craddock. Second quotation “the soldiers of petroleum” is from the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell.
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Four Horsemen
By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you have got some company
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
Time
Has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
and saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
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The Four Horsemen
By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you have got some company
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverence rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
Time
has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Deliverence for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
and saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgement hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
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A Harvest Of Golden Treasured Corn
gold of the ripe cornfield, the harvest of all crops
is true wealth of a nation blessing on populations
paper money worn dirty gold silver make poor meals
wide lands fields planted ablaze with earth blessings
peasants generations passing plough hand tie blessings
lines land fed birth defined pierces past clod sky clouds
line in soil ties all ecosystems global to fertile interactions
interactive life light water plants animals microorganisms
created environment life webs spun balanced functional units
ecosystems earth womb bestows life community organisms
large communities vibrant species adapted to varying conditions
water heat soil food water shelter thrive in ice Arctic polar bears
fat layered oil rich fish thrive in ice Antarctic emperor penguins
death threat is man not natural phenomena fire disease predators
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘A MONEYLESS TRY MY LOVE, COME... ’ by Pranab K. Chakraborty and dedicated to Pranab my brother in art and many shared ideologies.
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Love Not Hate Sestina
I'm so glad that I found you my love
You must have been sent to me from above
You have taught me to never hate
Our lives entwined, it must be fate.
You and yours, I'll always cherish
Even after I shall perish
Us not being one, is a thought I perish
The nights are better with you my love
Our days together I will always cherish
My favorite times, watching the stars above
Is this our destiny, or is it just fate
The nights without you, I will always hate
Devotion is so much better than hate
These feelings I have, shall never perish
Our lives together, such a great fate
Shall this diminish, never my love
Only if the moon falls from above
Shall I stop loving the woman that I cherish
To adore, to care, to want and to cherish
These feelings are here to deny that I hate
Anything that lives on the earth or above
My heart sinks, when I see one perish
Your influence is that strong, my love
And from now on you determine our fate
I'm not sure what has decided my fate
But I must accept that fact and cherish
The knowledge that I have been given your love
To keep within my heart and never hate
The others in your life, before they perish
Because they too, were sent from above
Sometimes my heart soars in the clouds above
Never denying this grand glorious fate
Hoping that it will stay and not ever perish
Of this my Lord, I pray you will cherish
Our relationship, and not allow hate
To interrupt this wondrous time, with my love
I beseech the Lord above, to help me to always cherish
Our time, for it taught me, my fate is to adore, and never hate
Even after I do perish, you'll be my very essence, my love
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Selina sees our misery.
The moon mistress of mystery
has observed mankind’s history.
For centuries and centuries.
Though she has seen it all before
Mankind’s love of making war
Against her rules which men ignore.
While trying to impose their will
on other men. They lack the skill
to come to terms and so they kill.
The goddess watches in despair.
Because her children do not dare
to show each other that they care.
All members of one family
and still they squabble endlessly
Instead of living peacefully.
In time perhaps they will mature
and change the course of their nature
She hopes but cannot be sure.
Because her children have free will.
And choose their way for good or ill.
The goddess waits and watches still.
A symbol of serenity
she waits and watches patiently.
Long suffering humanity.
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The USA Should Invade The USA
Paul Myers tweet
'The USA should
invade the USA
and win the
hearts and minds
of the population
by building
roads, bridges
and putting
locals to work.'
Winning hearts and minds
was favoured military slogan
in US war worn Vietnam
strangely gift airmailed bombs
napalm agent orange campaign
did not win local hearts minds
surviving flesh burnt bodies
did not appreciate high tech death
rained down upon them from skies.
Alas rebuilding roads bridges
televised blown apart in missions
spectacular invasion Iraq was
never high on western oil agenda
oops silly Tony Blair spilt beans
'Reconstruction left Iraq no
electricity no clean water why? '
'NATO the military intentionally
targeted Iraq's water system.'
'Why was providing
essential water electricity
to Iraqi's not important?
To quote Blair
'they might have blown
up oil production'.
Lawyer Blair
inhumane ad hoc solutions
'I think' were unprofessional.'
'Everybody complains about
bad water in Baghdad except
Mubarak's friend Tony Blair.
Few are willing to risk life drinking
water from contaminated tap in Tony Blair's
'we have reconstruction about right'.
Cholera diarrhea but what helps prevent
dysentery infection, not an evil Tony Blair;
anti-diarrhoeal medications, clean water does.'
'drinking water in Baghdad is diseased
infant children suffer continuous illnesses
adults suffer nausea constant diarrhea
someone should do something about
bad dirty water which brings disease
but Blair does not care if Iraqi poor get
sick die, Blair in Swiss 2011 interview said
'we have reconstruction about right'
'they might have blown up oil production''
Yes win hearts minds build bridges
put locals to work in all countries
but resist new world order policy
a global exploitation net conspiracy
'empire' ultra elite national driven
by big bonus international banking
super-corporations list prey countries
harvesting in new age 'empire' plans
anti-capitalism greed anti-globalization
greed pleading have a heart feed clothe
the poor instead of creating new wars
medicate the sick stop inflicting injuries
to amass fortunes at expense miseries
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