Three Poems (Unseen Hurt, Tools Of The Trade, New Year's Hope)

Recorded more audio which you can listen to HERE. I'm hoping to do more of these soon. Keep an eye and ear out.

Have a wonderful day.

Charl

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Repurposed (audio)

So, if you're a fan of my poem Repurposed (HERE), which featured on Poetry Potion (HERE), you should head over to Soundcloud to hear my audio recording of the poem with some of my weird guitar messing about in the background (HERE).

Hopefully there will be more of this in the future. Keep your eye out. Head over to Poetry Potion and give my stuff a read (and other lovely poets' poetry too). Buy some books, I will be in their next book Infinite Wonders (which you can read about HERE).

Anyways. Have a lovely day.

Charl

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Gender Magic

there is no greater magic

than the spells I cast

using a razor

and cutting the man off of my face

a subtle spell that removes this boyhood

and rinses it down the drain

this invocation that
                   summons

conjures
evokes                  
from out of the dark: the interlopers

that embody me

so that I may know greater things even

more than the men and women

they who don't know

they who stand static on the binary

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Weathered

scratch the itch

gouge it out

hammer, file

rub and rout

wear and wipe

tear and break

bite and bend

until bones ache

weather down

the bigot block

till nothing's left

but grit and rock

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Chivalry

"for women" is the reason men fought their wars?

            like jackets on mud puddles and opening doors

              men laid us out like carcasses on floors

gutted us and killed us

                     and pretended that they were the victims

          because our deaths weren't as honourable

men did none of this "for women"           

we, the un-man, were the acted upon                  

the field that was tilled                                               

the price that was billed                                         

the hysteria pilled                    

the drink swilled

we were never people                                                     

we were your objects                                                          

your things                                                                                 

                                    the good women cloistered and brided off

                  the bad women, queers, people of colour

fucked, raped, abandoned, and killed   

"for us"?

No...

                                                         you did "for us" what bankers do for money

                          "for us" what robbers do for gold

                      "for us" what the colonist did for land

"for us" what the christian did for souls

this was never about us                                      

and of course              

  of course

            of course

you say that you did it "for us"                                        

we should be grateful                                          

at least someone was thinking about us   

how nice...                                 

                             gobble us up all sugar and spice

                     because we'd be wise to play along

                in a game where we're the ball to be kicked around

men faught wars "for us"?                                                  

go fuck yourself

                                      don't put your blood on my hand

                        use my body as a crutch so you can stand

like the slaver who did it all for the slave's own good                          

                                                      (and of course the land)

         it's the one great thing that I wish you'd understand

the one thing i wish you'd get into your head                                       

damned right, I wish that chivalry was dead                       

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Wishes

feed your wishes to the fishes

they're no good for you

your wishes fleeting dreams

made to stars so far away

a lifetime will pass

and a wish will be no closer

to a star that screams its own wishes

into the void of space

where a single ear hears

and remains grossly impartial

to the cries of the stars

how much less should consequence

the lord of abandon

care for the wishes

of bipedal apes

crawling on the surface

of an infected grit

floating through space

here for one second

and gone without a trace

at least wish on the sun

she's closer

Sol with her crown

who burns you with her smile

and her here/not-here attitude

that sets the clocks aspin

the sun and Earth twinned in dance

to a song sung by a dent in the film

as thin as a wish

and as volumous as all eternity

your wish should bend this?

you'd do more damage with a kiss

a fart in the sky

a bat of your eye

a twirl in a dance

stands a better chance

to move the stars

than um's and aah's

wrought out of a childish need

to alter the universe with a selfish greed

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300th Post

So... I've noticed that I have 300 posts up on my blog. Yay for me! I've been running this blog since late 2009, I've gotten 12,000 views so far, and nearly 10 subscribers. So yay for me. I will be celebrating with a Martini glass, coke, and a stick of cinnamon, because honestly you need something in a Martini glass that goes to waste.

(Yes, I am sparkling, and for once it isn't from sweat.)

Yes, I know technically, this is my 300th post, so technically I'm celebrating the fact that I forced a milestone, but you know what? Look at that distraction over there...

Love
Charl

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Check my poetry on Poetry Potion

Hey! I have a new poem up on Poetry Potion. Go have a look. Vote. Share. Read. Buy some of their books... (especially ones with my poems in them).

New Poem: HERE
And my stuff on Poetry Potion: HERE

Love.
Charl

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Anxiety

the fear that promises and never delivers
a liar and a cheat
with a face sweet and misleading
twisting your every second dream
just enough so you think
"maybe all my dreams are this way"
so you stop
as it tears just enough of your world down
so you have to carry on
headed through life at the speed of a corpse

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Sated

full is easy

sated not so much

full is a bowl of rice

sated is a good rice salad

full is fucking ten random guys

sated is the love of one

it is true

I want the whole world

but make no mistake

I'll take full over empty in a heartbeat

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