Trey Scott Wharton

2016-03-24 12:00 am

Sound.
Light.
Vibration. 
Energy. 
Symbol.
Letter.
Word.
Sentence.
Paragraph.
Writing.
Lyric.
Song.
Dance.
Therapeutic.
Healing.
Perception.
Transparency.
Emotion.
Existential.
Esoteric.
Darkness.
Light.
Duality.
Mirror.
Truth.
Art.
Life.
Death.
Fear.
Love.

Awareness is vital.
Knowledge is power.
Art is life.

I am a part time self sustained independent investigative journalist. I am also a writer and I like to put my ideas into poetry and art. My focus areas: to analyze, measure and expose corruption, manipulation, exploitation and extortion within corporations, governments and religion structures. I love my job. =D ♡☆

So. . .in Star Wars. . .do you ONLY blame the evil emperor, or do you acknowledge the Storm Troopers part in the atrocities too? Now compare that to real life. The Empire HAS NO POWER if there's no Troops to follow the evil orders of the War Mongering Elite Banksters.

So let me get this straight. You think it's bad for our taxes, money, and time going towards free and proper education, free food, free health-care,  free energy, and housing to our own nation, but you're perfectly fine with a fake Federal Reserve ponzi scheme bank that's a private owned mafia organization driving us into debt slaves, and funneling our money into Isreal and going to war with almost every country that's not us to steal their land, gold, oil, and drug reserves?

And if we say we should spend our money on us and Peace, you pull out the bullshit card and call us slackers and that we have to earn and slave for our shelter, food, health, and energy. Sometimes, you have to stop being politically correct, stop being nice, stand up and say fuck you and your war mongering, and your stupid.

Quit excusing people's actions. Your patriotism is a joke. You blindly follow the lies of the Elite, and don't even research what the industrial Military Complex does with your taxes. And your blind patriotism supports the canon fodder churning out of young men to die early at commands of rich old men lusting for power. The whole entire system needs uprooted to follow the path of Peace.

☆It's time for the end of the Rothschild-Rockefeller Empire, the Federal Reserve, and for Israel debt.☆

The United States government and it's military IS the terrorists. Let me say it again, with no sugar coating. . .ahem. . .THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND IT'S MILITARY IS IN FACT THE LARGEST MOST CORRUPT TERRORIST ORGANIZATION ON PLANET EARTH.

I am a pacifist and I will NEVER support war, mass murder, genocide, and institutionalized indoctrinated violence. I do very much respect our MISLEAD fallen troops, but I do not support our corrupt terrorist military. "Just following my orders" No, follow your heart. Support for the constitution of the United States includes looking out for enemies and threats both foreign and domestic, such as the terrorist cells within Washington DC, known as the Legislative Judicial, and Executive branches that prostitute war and indoctrinated institutionalized violence.

I fight for Peace for all Nations and I will settle for nothing less. These wars are NOT for freedom. They are attacks on other countries, while they defend themselves. They are conducted for the bankers, the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers, for the Federal Reserve, the CFR, the IMF, for Israel debt, for Wall Street. For those leaders who profit from war and do not fight the battles themselves. For the evil greed of rich men behind the curtain and racket of war. For those who want to secure and dominate other countries oil drugs gold and resources.

Politicians are puppets for the banksters and they won't change the game. Don't vote for those who stand for this. Send a clear message. Watch their actions, not their words, and see where their loyalty belongs to. Have them discuss the following: The Monetary System, The Federal Reserve, Fractional Banking, Rothschilds, Rockefellers, Bilderburg, Debt Slaves, Voluntary Servitude, the 14th amendment, The Basic Income platform, The Venus Project, International Monetary Fund (IMF), Council of Foreign Relations (CFR), and The Bank for International Settlements (BIS). I would love to watch them try to dance around these topics and try to distract you instead of actually addressing these issues.

Peace is attainable. You just have to want it extremely bad. You have to want it like you want the oxygen to breath. ♡ 

Be warned, I'm about to reach out and touch your soul and your mind.  Make sure it's lubricated. I have investigated. I look around the world and I'm exasperated. To be quite honest I'm nauseated. Countries and innocent citizens being annihilated. The money system becoming hyperinflated. Our water poisoned and fluorinated. Our food and air contaminated. Populations being dumbed down and heavily medicated. Our consent taken away in terms of being vaccinated.

Women and children murdered, abused, appallingly fornicated. Laws infringing on morals and becoming overregulated. How in the hell do you not feel violated? Tyranny, famine and genocide being tolerated, incorporated and indoctrinated. Ecosystems being destroyed and violated. Animals, any species other than human initiated from birth into the human's horror of slavery and mass genocide and a daily basis.

I see the injustice and I'm beyond aggravated. Even worse is our own government is behind many atrocities being generated! They decieve us and have us horrifyingly manipulated. This Truth is not false, it isn't hallucinated. Open your minds and you will see the Truth illuminated. This bullshit has me consistently frustrated. I've just gotten escalated, surely quite animated.

The world's views are backdated, segregated  and unnecessarily complicated. Our views on "wealth" has been sadly misappropriated. Why has the quest for peace been procrastinated and stagnated? Love and Peace has me fascinated. Mother Earth has me infatuated. Her Love has my mind wonderfully intoxicated. In any form, any medium, World Peace for all species needs communicated.

People need to be compassionated and realize we are all one, not disassociated and discriminated. We need to get coordinated. Our minds need stimulated. This hate in the world has got me suffocated. Our message of love will make the hateful disoriented. The Powers that be do not have me intimidated. Their hateful opposition has me delightfully invigorated. Our cry for humanity needs to be illustrated. 

Your expectations for me have been severely underestimated. You didn't realize the power of my voice, surely miscalculated. I speak out and stand up for what I see, and I've become alienated. I've become isolated. My focus in life has been alternated.

I'm liberated. Watch out, I'm opinionated. My mind is emancipated and sophisticated. I'm exuberated. I'm properly educated. My learning has become accelerated. My pineal gland is activated. My speech is articulated. My knowledge has accumulated and cultivated. My mind has just masterbated. My Truth is unadulterated. My Truth is authenticated and certificated. It cannot be debated, negated, nor be invalidated. My stance cannot be negotiated.

People's ignorance has me unequivocally irritated. We are all meant to be loved, every species, not dominated. You should have seen me coming, should have anticipated. You should have appreciated. I cannot be compared, duplicated, or assimilated. I've studied the world and I've become acculturated. Everyone, we need to unite, our bodies, minds, and souls detoxicated. Our momentum will not be deviated. Our drive towards peace has become obligated.

Powers that be want us depopulated. They want us fractionated, our minds distracted and fragmented. Powers that be want me and my voice incarcerated. And before long...I'll be nominated, legislated, after that inaugurated. Once I'm in office, war will be iradicated, violence eliminated. World Peace will be estimated, a new regime approximated. Tyranny deactivated. Hate evaporated. Black Ops secrets iradicated. I might be assassinated, but my message will live on, celebrated and circulated. The quest for peace has been reactivated. ♡

You speak in tongues.
Surreal.
I see through you.
The veil.
The curtain of forever.
Illusion.
Can it be truly so?
Disillusion.
I'm wide awake,
Only to see the dream.

I got the world on my shoulders
Troubles rolling like boulders
Throw dirt on me for mistakes
No love in these high stakes
I see through the games
Guilt flows and blames
Diamonds showering the mind
Physical dimensions buckle and bind
Truth distorted by distractions
The future preys on my actions
Delusions bring me to my knees
Pursuit of happiness in the breeze
Current rushing as I swim upstream
Merrily merrily life is but a dream.

The rabbit hole
Investigative mole
Tumble tumble
Society crumble
Fraud amuck
Now your stuck
Head full of doubt 
Fight to get out
Once was blind
Explore the mind
Examine the pain
Within cultural stain 
Authority a joke
Let's peace let's smoke

To be a good man lost
Swimming in a satanic sea
Devil's fire or devil's frost
What the hell do you want from me
Sitting here in contemplation
Dreaming of my reclamation
Change up style, I cry, I boast
Missing what I miss the most
Heart tucked safely behind my wall
Hold resistance so I don't fall
Stole my innocence from me jerk
To get it back I'll have to work
I see you, you sadistic fuck
Counting time, on the side of luck
You may hold me captive in your world
But my heart will shine unfurled.
I'll never join your dark side
The light follows me in my stride
I know your scared that I'll begin
For you know you'll never win.

Every night I go to bed
Horrors running through my head
Demons cheering like they've won
I wish at night I had someone
To wrap me up, hold me close
Stroke my hair, love me most
Whisper in my ear those sweet lies
Sing me those sweet lullabys 
Tell me everything will be alright
Help me get through one more night

I lay my head down to rest.
Hoping to escape you.
Nay, foolish fleeting hopes
You haunt me in my dreams.
I wake and you haunt me
Through my days.
Day and night
Yin and yang
Around and around we go.
You make me sad
You drive me mad.
Yay, I can never be rid of you.
But yet if I could
I would still never leave you
I chase my tail
I moan I wail
But I will always love you.

My heart sways 
My mind disobeys
You hold the latch key 
Suffering on one bended knee 
I try to tell myself to resist
Try to guide solely through the mist
That lonely road through jungle wild
You make me feel just like a child
Forever reaching for destination 
Into your arms or to damnation

A bond that cannot be broken
Cosmic love, words unspoken. 
Colors of magic and mystery
Your vision makes the tapestry. 
Cannot be duplicated nor compared
Your impact, my heart unprepared.
You know how to make light bend
Darkness forever on the mend.

Phantom Pain.
The thing that's missing
is the thing you feel the most.
Makes it hard to forget.
They say time heals all wounds.
It's not healing this broken heart.
Forever damaged.

The Ghost in the machine.
The phantom shadow.
The delectable game of hide and seek.
Peekaboo. I see you.
Search and find.
Finding answers
only to gain more questions.
Yin and yang. Round and round.
Dark and Light.
Esoteric and existential.
Flow like water
burn like fire.
Everything all at once
Balance and stumble.
Rise and fall.
The Game. The Dance.
All we have is the Dance.
Hold my hand.
Be my song.

As above So below
Reap what you sow
You are what you eat
Stop eating meat
Meat eating is the leading cause
Of your death, disease and flaws
Big Pharma and FDA
With your life you pay
They don't want you healthy
Than they wouldn't be wealthy
Stop believing their con game
Research it or yourself is to blame

Living the muggle 
Hustle and struggle
Got a fast track dream
Paddling life upstream
Reap what you sow 
As above so below
You are what you eat
Savages killing for meat
Humbled by the Truth
Clark Kent in my booth
Throw on the costume red cape 
The public will smear and rape
Your name because you dare
To rise above societies sick snare
Plants have protein and health
Public forgetting about true wealth
Sacrificing a heart for a taste bud
Squandering spirit growth in mud
Do you now see the term mudblood?
Humanity spewing genocidal flood.
Zoos are cages, Humanity's prison
Can't see it than you didn't listen
Can't handle hypocrisy so hide
In your butchery kitchen confide
With your fellow savages alore 
Bang my name against the floor
Healthy alternatives on the street
In this game I got you beat
Erect a wall and expect me to climb
Truth through rhythm and rhyme.

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"They poison the air
They poison the water
They poison vaccines
For our sons and daughters

Call it conspiracy
But it doesn’t phase me
Watch some world Star Hip Hop
And see if I’m crazy

Dumb upon dumb
The dumbing down worked
They can’t answer a question
But they know how to twerk

And before you think
That you’re any better
With your degree in hand
And pocket protector 

Answer this
You voting for left or the right
Illusion of choice
In a rigged fight 

Television for
Multiple personalities
One watches “News” 
The other “Reality”

Both have the same owners 
Both have the same writers
Both have the same purpose
To kill our desires 

Working our jobs
We are now so complacent
Photographing our food
Is now entertainment

We can’t afford thrills
We can’t even relax
Can you even clear your head
Without a Xanax 

Or Prozac or Ambien
Go down the list
Who gave us these issues
That Big Pharma can “fix”

They say harmful ingredients
In such small amounts
Can’t hurt anyone
But it’s paramount

69 doses
Of vaccines
Is what’s on schedule
By the time you’re 16

 Pharmaceutical Lobbyists
Are second to none
In the past 7 years
They spent $800 million

That’s chump change in investment return
Once you see
Cancer alone is a
$500 billion dollar a year industry

As I mentioned before
This is ONE of the ways
They’ve taken control
Of the people these days

We pay to be poisoned
I know that sounds nuts
Got a computer
Bill Gates thanks us

Watch “Innovating to Zero”
Gate’s Ted Talk stand
To reduce carbon emissions
A population control plan

In his own words
Here is the goal
“If we do a great job with
Vaccines, Health Care & Birth Control”

Look at the millions of dollars
He’s so generously given
To make geoengineering
A cure for emissions

Look up at the sky
Contrails, my ass
Gates talks about sun blocking
With sulfuric acid

That shit rains down
Into our water supply
Seeps into our crops
You can see the trees die

Maybe I’m crazy
Or maybe I’m not
But there’s things that I notice
That happen a lot

Like when important bills pass
It’s “sleight of hand” so you miss
Don’t look at that
Hey, look at this

On April 18th,
2013
CISPA passed
During the Boston Bombing 

During the scare of Ebola
The UN passed
What essentially is
A Global Patriot Act

You know, The Patriot Act, that excludes
Due process for the nation
And leaves extremist
Up to interpretation 

Which leads to things
Like TSA, Guantanamo Bay
And invasions of privacy
By the NSA

If you have nothing to hide
Why do you care about this
Because of the things that make you
A suspected terrorist

Owning a gun, or precious metals
Activism is too far
Or rocking a Ron Paul sticker
On the back of your car

The “Read The Bill Act”
Is proposed legislation
That requires Congress to read
Bills proposed for our nation

Are you kidding me
It’s not common sense
To actually READ the bills
Are you that fucking dense

Oh, get all offended
By the word I just used
You should be offended
By what’s in your food

Reading the labels
Of the food that we eat
Requires a linguist
To get a science degree

I can’t pronounce
Most of the words on the list
Let alone know
What the hell that it is

They don’t want to label
What’s GMO
But have no problem labeling
A race, religion or homo

Labels on people
To further divide
To make us forget
That we are divine 

I’m not a Socialist
But I am entitled
To my personal freedom
And to protecting my child

And I refuse to ask permission
Before I speak my mind
Like they teach the children in school
Before they form a line

Don’t get me started
On education
Our kids didn’t even make top 10
When comparing the nations

But we were #1
In defense spending
We’re the great war machine
And the war’s never ending

In all our high schools
They’re trying to recruit
The next generation
To strap on the boots

To protect our freedom
But we are right here
So why are they sending
All our kids over there

Bribing them
With free education
You’ll see the whole world
While you bomb all the nations

Protecting our freedom
Or oil interest again
Or use economic hitmen to establish
A Central Banking System

And when you come home
After war messed with your mind
You can live on the streets
And commit suicide

I mean no disrespect
To those who’ve laid down their life
For the love of the people
They paid the ultimate price

I’m just pissed off
At the lies that are told
By government puppets
To get wars sold

And as we’re on the verge
Of World War 3
It’s our DUTY
To question the powers that be

But by all means
Pledge your allegiance
To a corrupt government
Who stripped all our freedoms

With the world’s highest
Rate of incarceration
Making huge profits
For privately owned corporations

Contractual agreements
Are all in place
To keep the cells full
Of various inmates

Doesn’t even matter
If they’re violent or not
Then promote thru the media
That there’s a war on cops

So that upstanding citizens
Will then start to defend
Our men and women in blue
Who have swore to defend 

To “Protect and Serve” 
But that’s not the case at all
Supreme Court ruled their only duty
Is to uphold the law

So it’s not to serve the people
It’s to serve the state
That’s why there’s more cops writing tickets
Than investigating rapes

I hate ending on negativity
From all the above
Because that’s not who I am
I’m about peace and love

And if your perspective is different
That’s alright
I’m not trying to argue
I don’t want to fight

And I’m not trying
To change your stance
But please research
Cognitive dissonance

It’s a hard pill to swallow
At least it was for me
But once you get past it
It’s really quite freeing

And frustrating, and depressing
There’s ups and there’s downs
But I’m thankful I know
What I know now

Because now I can try
To help my kids
To change how things are
In this world that we live

If you don’t hurt others
Or infringe on their rights
I’ll defend your freedom
Till the day that I die

We don’t need rulers to govern
Because power corrupts
Just defend one another
And spread peace and love"

Rebecca Cherrington

2016-02-15 12:00 am

His beauty is beyond compare

His powerful stance and hypnotic stare!

His orange and black exterior

Makes all other species look inferior

He stalks his prey with majestic grace

The concentration on his expressive face!

A beautiful animal from head to tail tip

But undeniable power in his vice like grip

The unofficial King of cats

That poachers kill to make fancy mats

His beautiful tiger should be left alone

Maybe in another time zone!
(C) RCherrington

Jack Scott

2016-02-14 12:00 am

The Sophist

2015-05-22 12:00 am

I gave you that;
Which wasn't half bad.
I gave you love;
If you consider my dad.
Never gave my mom,
Anything we had;
So if I give you love,
Be warned I'll take it back.
If you find my love one day,
Just don't take it half bad.
Maybe it'll last for a day and a half.
I sip hate with a handle;
Pouring love with carafes.

The Sophist

2015-01-06 12:00 am

Hey ladies;
Why so shady?
Y'like my style?
Y'hate me.
Meaning rape me;
Via meager dating.
Eager taking,
O'fore a day's fading.
Y'kno'wha'm sayin'?
Y'crazy,
I'm'a take o'for a day or so maybe.
To bomb you with aggression;
Guinness, Jameson, And Bailey.

The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay,
If you rub beards with the same fag,
Maybe my lips are cleft,
Might be my lazy eye,
My sexuality is wild.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not genderphobic,
But you wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But I let guys blast me,
My face gets nasty,
All covered in man skeet,
I'm talking bad times.
Not genderphobic,
You wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But they won't grab me,
If I do they slap me,
Gave up and got past it,
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

Why do I dream poor?
My life never screams fun,
I spend nights on YouPorn,
Used to all this dick in my face,
Somebody fuck me,
Oh, oh, oh,
Who wants to fuck me?
Oh, oh, oh,
Smoke dimes,
Come fuck me.

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
AIDs epidemic,
Got me all butt hurt,
On which sex I should marry,
Not based on who loves me,
I'm talking a party,
I'm talking bad times,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
Let's hope I don't get,
Stuck without girls,
Or without laughing,
At a guy that's jacking,
Me off in his panties.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

We walk, sleep, and love at same time.
Never touching same land,
Maybe we have seen same clouds or birds.
It's super deep; seabed at high tide.
Such height to withstand;
Able to perceive high twos as thirds.
Gifts like Hebe; she gives a young mind.
Youth-centered slow man,
Thus in dreams; youth in ancient worlds.
I derive order from a simply beautiful life.
Beautifully skilled stoneman,
Carving life for himself in beautiful strides,
My woman is a strong plan sublimed,
Though I'm sure a leap could suffice,
With her I see that without her I'm blind.

Gord

2014-08-07 12:00 am

I traverse the dark of the caverns:
All I find is bottoms and laughter.
Palaced me within a circular pattern,
I find no gains,
And no means to make with.
Yet I find no pain,
So is it easier to make wishes?
Than to actually fulfill them?
Is it easier to scale a building?
Or easier to commit this build?
Maybe it's even easier to stand idly by.
Planes fly into buildings, make six billion.

The Sophist

2014-07-30 12:00 am

Yawn,
A boring thought,
Moving on.

Blah,
The time we've fought,
Force mignon,
For nei' were strong.

Plod,
Reason/not,
Such are battles,
Which we ought,
Discard to dogs,
Trained to chew them.

Humdrum,
Through coral caught,
Stone filled satchels,
Path danger fraught,
Mind's a fog,
Not mad at you though,
I'm only mad duly.

Doldrums,
I wish it would stop,
I'm mad at myself,
For letting this rot,
I'm not just licking frogs,
My croak at the moon shows,
I only care truly,
If you care about you.

Pedestrian,
Living life at the top,
Panopticon cell,
And fuck is it hot,
But we sit writing songs,
I croak at the moon slow,
We make a pair fool-ly,
Sympathetic,
Two lives out of tune,
At different ends of the spectrum,
Beauty ensuing.

Apostates to our parents' dreams,
Too old for pride, 
But maybe peace.
We'll love in long strides,
A boring thought,
Despite defeat,
We still move on,
Lows bolstering highs,
Finding new regimes.

Gord

2014-07-16 12:00 am

A relationship couldn't hurt you.
They call her whirlpool. What?
Cannot water purl, lest swirl?
Cannot the girl circle?
Without countess' calling Birle?¹
A charity now, discounts jealousy.
Apparently they want your man...

Maybe the man they seek is a boy.
Attracted to kiss curls and cute girls.
Ensnared in world's trap of spit curls,
The world is full of geothermal cores.
Moreover she's 'so hot',
She only explores herself.
I walked right into the flower shop.
Honestly I'm not looking for vagina,
I'm just looking to be the primus.²


Footnotes:
1. Swirling Water; Masculine Name;
2. The 'one'; The first.

The Sophist

2014-07-15 12:00 am

Belly poked by intrauterine demise -
 infanticide - now I can poke her in her
 thighs. I fantasized that maybe the baby
 would have cried, or that I would have
 stopped it, crazy by the pain I feel inside.
 Now I swear there's nothing there. I lost the
 key to the divine.

I dreamed a life of orgies but my sex life is
 austere. Who cares? I drink nightly, and dream
 of an affair with a tryst. I jot prose for love
 not there and recite them to the one that I
 declare. I'm sick from life; to levy death is
 fair. I'm too sick to spread my sickness. Give
 them death, who fucking cares?

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

Memories of Menorca

The solitary star
The lone gull
Lack of light
dark and deep
Guarded by the lion-dog
In two-tone green and black and white
Part Chihuahua, part Pekinese.

Sunrise over Citudella
Purple and pink
Blues and browns
Age old ruins
Built of rocks
That are tumbling down.

Out of the stillness
Came a rustle
The wind whispered "Morning"
Gull winging, effortlessly
Sparrows busying in their daily task
Of feeding their families.

No different from other mere mortals
Who stand and observe
Through peephole portals
On life below and above.

Pylons, all in a line,
Taking power to the people.
John Lennon would be proud.

Illuminated cars, kerb crawling
At dawn's half light;
Wondering whether to switch off
As it is no longer night.

To hell with sunrise
Watching the clouds come up,
Shrouding the stars
With their whiteness
From the deep dark blue
Of Menorcan night.

An old boy, reminds me of myself,
Lone party goer, maybe?
One hell of a walk
From Cala Forcat
After our session at Night Fever.
Sun rises over Citudella
And Cala Blanes.

Rabbits running,
Ants busy, busy;
Relaxing perhaps,
For a jam sandwich
Carelessly cast away.
Before the heat forces
Them to siesta,
On a Menorcan morning
At the end of June.

A lone songbird,
Chortles its wakeup tune;
My bag, bathed in Menorcan sunlight
Casting shadows of strangest hues
The old currant bun
Promising a day of brightness.

Painted by light,
In Nature's brightest colours,
The single rock on the lawn
Looking like a monolith
From eons past.

A donkey, braying,
Radio, playing
People, singing,
And speaking in Spanish.
Then, Rick Astley,
In English.
Never going to give you up.
Menorcan memories.


Dusti Rodes (2002)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

Spoilt for choice - Sainsbury’s Saga

I think I'll have fish today.

Fillet of fish.
Served in a dish.

Probably be nice
With a portion of peas;
Don't want that one, though,
Too many E's.

Beluga caviar,
Cor, isn't that taking
Housewife’s choice
A smidgen too far?

Tuna in tomato sauce
Or shall I have
Sunflower Oil?
Here's one in brine
That'll do just fine.

Now, do I want it,
In chunks?
Shall I have it in steak?
Maybe I should just settle
For a nice piece of Hake.

Have it fresh, shall I?
I could have a packet,
But then again,
Maybe a pie.
But then will it be,
John West, Findus or Ross,
Or just plain Bird's-Eye?

There are mussels and cockles
Scallops and whelks
Sardines, mackerels
Oysters and squid.
Pilchards, salmon,
Haddock and plaice,
Cod, coley, sole and skate;
There's even a fish called slid.

Look at the lobster,
The prawns and the shrimps,
Kippers, herrings
Dover sole, lemon sole
Brown and rainbow trouts
Shark steaks, swordfish
With very long snouts.
Jamaican snappers,
Whitebait and sprats.
Not much on them,
Even for cats!

Then on its own
Or sometime in sticks;
Even professionally dressed;
Comes the regal crab.
Making the dour monkfish
Sound positively drab!

Thinking of medieval monasteries,
Is Friar,
Latin, for Fish-cook?
And was Friday named for fish?
Has it always been spelt
With an I,
Or should it be Fryday,
Spelt with a Y?

Sod it,
I'll just have pasta!


Dusti Rodes (2003)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-05 12:00 am

* The driving force within - I don't know the meanings, I just feel the feelings *

The kick inside,
Gives the reasons to write.
It's the sign of the writer,
Not the fighter in me.
Or maybe it is.

It's all here.
That which has been written,
Honed and pared,
To give timbre to the tomes.

The fears and frustrations,
The high days and holidays.
The black days and the blank days.
The literary diamonds, the golden nuggets.
All the bum lines and the b******t,
Of poetic wisdom, and otherwise.


Dusti Rodes (1997)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-04 12:00 am

In fields of Barley 

 If I tried to tell you truthfully
 You probably wouldn't understand
 Just how good it feels right now
 To be trespassing in the fields
 Of the Farmer's fertile land.

 Watchin' the Hawk huntin'
 Field mice, voles and the odd rabbit or two,
 Who in turn are out in the morning sun.
 Foraging for food to keep their families fed.
 Feeding on the filling green ears of barley
 Growing gracefully in a swaying breeze.

 Maybe she'll end up catching
 A dozing dormouse
 Taking forty well-earned winks
 From the furore and frantic frenzy
 Of activity that fills the field.

 Walkin' with my four-legged friend,
 Teachin' him of fetch and catch.
 While all the time, the real lesson is
 Learnin' to like the lead.

Dusti Rodes (2013)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-04 12:00 am

From ‘Blowin’ the Blues'

#When a woman gets the blues, she hangs her head and cries, when a man gets the blues, he boards a train and rides ... # (traditional blues song, author unknown)

Down in the Deep South, it can take three days to even SEE a train going through a station. Let alone have one stop there.

I guess his story started on that fateful night back in sixty-three. Someone had just killed Kennedy. John F, that is. He was shot while driving in a motor cavalcade down in Dallas. It sparked off a whole lot of conspiracy theories for decades to come. Even after the death of J.Edgar. Maybe he took the truth to the grave with him! Who knows?
I never really knew him then; I was but a little picca ninny on my momma’s knee, down on the plantation.  Barely finished suckling on her teaties. Papa said he was ‘nothing but a no-good nigre,’ and wouldn’t mount to a pile of beans. Just goes to show how wrong some people can be.

Sometimes Life can deal people a low card.
With him it had thrown away the rest of the pack and was only using a deck of deuces and threes with an occasional four. And it wasn't shuffling them, too well or too often.

He was what the white folk call 'coloured' not 'Black'. A mulatto and an albino one to boot. It was probably down to the unfortunate circumstances of his conception. His mother was 'Red' from Rhode Island. An 'easy lay' or so they say. But that was no good reason for her being gang-raped on the streets of Harlem now, was it?
His startling appearance often provoked a strange reaction in most people. Raised eyebrows, spinal shudder and shoulder shrug of revulsion, or a sharp intake of breath on initial sighting were common.

Standing a shade under seven feet, even with the stooping shoulders and strange way of holding his head slightly forward and lent to the left. Developed from years of attempting to listen with his good ear to what lesser sized folk were trying to tell him. His two hundred and sixty pound plus of bone and sinew barely covered by his leathery weather-wizened skin that had been exposed to the extremes of the elements for far too long. 
Long days of toiling at whatever work he could get. Bitterly cold nights spent in any shelter he could find. There wasn't any fat on that frame. Thirty-seven years of constant shortage of food had seen to that.
Cody Jarrel, cut a vision once seen, that few would forget easily. If ever....

Cody sat slowly drinking the dregs from the bottom of the empty bottles left by paying patrons of the bar.
He shuddered so violently, it wracked his frame to it's very core.
Sheltering on the back-stoop of the Shanty Shack, from the rain that had been incessant in its task of soaking him while he tried to seek some sleep to rest his weary body throughout last night.
It had succeeded, so he let out another shiver that clinked his spine.
Down in the doldrums, yet again, the future was looking real bad for him. And little did he realise it then, but it was going to get even worse before it could get better. Much worse.


Dusti Rodes (2007)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-04 12:00 am

Clearing Levees and Cleaning out Culverts
From ‘Working the Wilderness’

They moved in a monster of a machine the other day. It was mounted on a very large low-loader, pulled by one real fancy rig. With a bucket jaw, mechanical mandibles, and telescopic legs powered by hydraulics, it looked just like a giant locust.  In leaving the landscape raped and ravaged by its passing, it might just as well have been. What with the wet winter and the really cold spring, Mother Nature got off to a bit of a slow start with her growing plans this year. But it must be said we’ve had some exceptional sun these last couple of months and she’s caught up magnificently. Folks around these parts were looking forward to an abundant harvest of wild fruits. Blackberries, elderberries, apples, even a few pears from the only tree hereabouts. Even the oaken bushes were full of acorns at this time; the pigs would have a real feasting this Fall. But it is all history now. The man from the Ministry decides last winter’s floods were too much and now the levee needs widening down by the bridge and several of the culverts could do with some serious cleaning. So they sent in that mammoth on Monday.  To get the trailer and its wide load down to the bridge, the rig took the most direct route it could, tearing up the surrounding vegetation as it lumbered along in its task. Gone are the banks of brambles full of blackberries where they cut out the culverts, so too are the briars with their precious bounty of rosehips. The birds will sorely miss them this winter if it turns as cold as they say. There was a fine crop of elderberries on those several trees down by the bridge. I was looking forward to maybe celebrating some special event with the produce formed from the fruits. Looks like I can only dream now of what might have been.   They were uprooted easily by that mechanical monstrosity in its relentless quest to widen the levee. As me and the Maverick went walking this morning, I couldn’t but help notice how desolate it all looks at the moment. The grassland all torn up, rotting down with the effects of the last few days’ dry weather, now soaked by last night’s storm. Rivulets of water running down ink-black soil banks, exposed by the monster’s jaw work. The rutting of the pathways caused by the sheer weight of trailer and the rig’s tyre tracks also being filled by the fallen rain. A real shame I reckon. But Nature being what she is, she’ll survive the ravages and in time return the status quo, just differently


Dusti Rodes (2007)

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-04 12:00 am

Ode to Martha

 My muse, a Harridan hag?
 I don't think so!
 Some have familiars, in the shape of cats.
 Others have Spirit Guides,
 Which are Red Indian warriors.

 I don't do all that PC stuff,
 And say they are Native North Americans!

 Me? My muse is a wizened old woman.

 I was killing time, standing outside the Hospice shop,
 Waiting for my watch repair to be ready.

 One split second she wasn't there, I swear, 
 The next she was!
 She appeared from nowhere, I'm telling you!

 The encounter with the woman in the grey shawl.

 It took just ten minutes that was all.
 But it will last a lifetime.
 Mine.

 Was it real, or was it a dream?
 Was she a witch or a wraith?
 Merely a ghost or a gregarious goblin, 
 In disguise?

 The situation certainly had all the makings of a mystery,
 And all the trappings of a thriller.

 The people I tell just stare at me strangely.
 Who wouldn't? I ask myself.
 I'd probably do just the same,
 If it wasn't for the fact,
 That it had happened to me.

 She came from the North, or so she said.
 Irmerston is a name I recall her using.
 More than once.
 Or was it that she had relatives there?

 Was I really 'touched by an angel'?
 There was definitely ' a laying on of hands',
 As in the biblical sense.

 Could this have been an encounter of the Fourth kind?
 Hebrews thirteen has a lot to answer for.

 She said she was eighty five.
 And had been a Mormon since she was forty.
 But in some lights I would have sworn she wasn't yet sixty.
 In others, she had a face that had seen more than a thousand summers.

 I've heard of shape-shifters,
 I never thought to meet one.

 Many say I talk at tangents, 
 And maybe they are right.
 I do waffle on a bit.
 Never keeping to the same subject for long.

 Fleeting thoughts,
 Forever fluttering,
 Like a butterfly in its short life span.

 Over the last couple of years,
 The diagnosis of my chronic atrial fibrillation,
 Has caused me to consider my life expectancy.
 And to realise it may be seriously shortened
 At any time in the near future.

 But she spoke confidently and authoritatively,
 About longevity.

 Quoting several incidences of people living to a good age.
 Katherine Hepburn living to a hundred.
 Her long relationship with Spencer Tracy.
 And made it sound so matter of fact,
 That Katherine had given him a cup of tea,
 Shortly before he finally died.
 It was as if she had been there at the time.

 Her opening gambit had been to draw my attention,
 To a boxed set of Frank Sinatra records.
 Displayed in the shop window.

 As I intimated earlier,
 I'm sure I was alone outside that shop.
 And the sound of her speaking to me had startled me,
 Into realising she was standing beside me.

 She started by saying Frank had a daughter, Nancy.
 And a son, Frank Jr.
 She talked about his Mafia connections.

 When I retorted that rumours were rife,
 During all of Sinatra's life.
 But that he had never publicly admitted to the allegations.

 She intimated that the reason being was,
 That Frank had not actually done anything 'bad' so to speak.

 At that moment, she gave me the distinct impression,
 That she might have known him and his family intimately.
 But how could that be?

 I was becoming afraid of the enormity,
 Of the developing situation.
 So I made my excuses to leave,
 And she let me go wishing me well.
 We parted.
 Me going my way, she hers.

 I picked up the watch from the menders.
 It must have taken all of two minutes.
 When I suddenly realised the terrible mistake I had made,
 In cutting our conversation short.

 I began searching the town.
 Shop by shop.
 Each individual lane up and down.
 But to no avail.
 Seeming she had disappeared the same way she arrived.
 Suddenly.

 It wasn't till I was on the bus travelling home.
 Feeling thoroughly desolate.
 That I heard her voice again.

 But this time it was different.
 She was inside my head, talking to me.
 She said artists, of all kinds,
 Needed inspiration from time to time.
 And she would be mine, if I let her.

 I know now I made a mistake,
 I thought I was her 'mark' in the town,
 And she was just getting ready to put the sales spiel on me,
 To buy her that expensive bottle of sherry.
 That she said was the only one that she drank.

 She'd talked about many things,
 And how everybody had vices.
 Drugs, booze, cigarettes etc.
 She said how hers weren't too bad.

 Just a tipple now and again of the sherry,
 That could be bought in Tesco's.
 (Which had been across the way,
 From where we had been standing)
 At nine pounds a bottle.

 Here we go, I'd thought,
 Here comes the pitch;
“Hard times 'n' all, for an old lady.
 You seem a nice person,
 Could you see your way clear to buying me a bottle, maybe?"

 This is why I had up and ran.
 But instead, here was she offering me the gift!

 Some writers have residencies. I am hers.

 Where we will go from here, is any body's guess.
 Just watch this space!
 But I do suggest you don't waste your time,
 Standing outside the Hospice shop,
 In the vague hope she might just amble along.

 Because she's mine,
 And I'm keeping her!

 Dusti Rodes (2006)