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‘Hikikomori’

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Predators among us roam freely,

In search of ‘prey’:

Making lambs at mercy of wolves and hyenas of us all;

Suppressed instincts that never left us;

Corrosive tides and difficult lives,

Washing away disguises borne of lies;

Sated by voyeurism;

A precursor to a revival of barbarism;

Or, their modern equivalents:

A meditation of the withdrawn for some,

Known as ”Hikikomori’ in the East, and “Recluse” in the West;

Outlet for boredom and over-complications,

Morbid fascination turned perversion for others,

When, abnormal becomes the new normal,

And, drawn-out silences are shattered by blood-curdling shrill cries;

A chorus too frequent to be isolated,
Ineffectiveness prevails,

And, what justice there is:

Is delivered at the end of the barrel of a vigilante’s gun.

Life, Society

Stubborn

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Errant words in disarray;

I grasp for them futilely,

I yearn for focus but it is ever illusory;

I feel over-burdened at times, by the task ahead,

My only salvation is that I am not alone in this,

And those that rely on them, rely on me (in varying degrees of necessity);

For, in this inherently uncertain world;

It is the great responsibility that shudders you awake from helpless reverie,

Sometimes, that is all you need:

A millisecond of clarity within a thick fog of uncertainty,

To catch a glimpse of the path ahead, and restore momentary focus and determination,

For the rest, I have always been a stubborn, arrogant, brute, to do anything other than the way I see it;

And age hasn’t seemed to have dulled this sense;

So, I have thrown my dice in this great game and path of life thus;

Have you?

Courage, Life, War

Your Tribe

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Brotherhood,

You’ll search for it all of your life,

A feeling of belonging ;

Soldiers don’t fight and die for queen nor country, my friend;

Brotherhood is what we live for and die for:

It is the only battle cry that has stood the test of time;

For, we are pack animals forged into a tribe;

And, while I may not always agree with you, my brothers;

It is for you, and you alone, I shall willingly lay down my life.

Courage, Life, War

Indecision

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How can you sleep when the world is screaming its deafening roar outside?

Churning, twisting its chains and lashing out;

An insomniac’s day dream,

Bearing down like a Juggernaut,

I will not be crippled by indecision,

As i’ve spent a lifetime living thus;

Professional soldiers are trained to move toward the sound of violence (like a hunter to a kill);

While untrained civilians naturally flee,

A rare few will stand their ground,

Determined to make a stand;

For night or day, battle comes when you least expect it;

Some battles are unavoidable;

When neither fight nor flight is a credible option:

For, eventually, all dangers must be faced head on.

East End, Life, Society

Pigeonholes in the Sky

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We be cooped up in these towers, brov;

Like them pigeons that no body wants around, blood;

Rats with wings and vermin, is what they call us like,

We be pigeons, in a world in love with doves;

Choice pickings don’t make it this far down;

Violent tussles over scraps,

Till we all be slipping on spilt blood;

And, scraping the bottom of a barrel,

To make do is what we do, brov;

That’s our lot in life,

And, we ain’t got a lot.

Aged, Day Dream, Life

Wool & Fishbone

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Home-spun wool, looped through fish bone, can’t sow your clothes now ;

A meal of suet and gristle stew, with hard bread, no longer makes your mouth water;

Chasing lambs, knocking cattle on their sides, tumbling down grassy hills ‘n’ vernes in fits of giggles;

Simple games of your youth and humble beginnings forgotten on the incline,

Uncomfortable truths give way to more comfortable prose, when the summit is in sight;

Never realising that the summit is a harsh, inhospitable and baron place;

With so many trampling over each other for a foothold, it’s home to none for too long;

And, courtesy and  humility are not character flaws to be ashamed of, or embarrassed by;

For, a pioneer with the much-envied ‘ace gene’ once said of their corollary- humbleness:

‘There is no act too small, for a truly big man’.