Anyway ... here's another poem. I had half-dreamed a MUCH better one, but of course, the stuff composed in dreams just teases and almost never ends up on paper. Two more to go for 4,000 written over the past 26 years. Of course, the rest of them (well, back through the 4th quarter of 1996 at this point) are at http://i.am/btripp
POISON IN THEIR WORLD
so deeply in the lie
and systems built
of fantasies and force
hallucinations frozen
into doctrine, law,
paradigms of states
forever unwilling
to allow another stance
we stand amid this flow
not quite a rock
more like a log
brought down by storms
into the stream,
not a part there
but an obstruction
which eventually decays
we lose the words
which well in dreams
the better words
the truer words
the realer words
of inner states
with which we can not synch
and so are lost
but still the dream
stands apart
our dream and the world's
never the same,
what the mass believes
and holds as invariable
never echoes in our head
or shimmers in our heart
thus we are alien,
an infection unto them,
and all the systems
of that outer world
marshal to reject us;
what resources do we have
that would allow us to fight
and not simply be destroyed?
- Brendan Tripp
12/26/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
