Twiddling Knobs

Cut from the same cloth,

Poured into a mould,

Flippant in excesses,

Warm words written cold.

Fine-tuned with a dial,

Ear to hear the clicks,

Turn, turn, got it!

Enough to make you sick!

Agenda’d to the hilt

With a dash of silken voice,

Clones, in cloistered tower,

Drowning in white noise.

History rewritten so soon,

By the boys that live in back,

Twiddling knobs – yes, knobs, I said,

I’m glad I have a … different body part.

 

Although, admittedly, some of those who do,

Twiddle knobs too.

Death Of Trust

Doubt everything but love,

given freely;

Receive such gift, offered

      without account.

Forbidding, when there is

no guarantee;

No clause to ponder, how it

may amount.

Though true-spoken, some

doubt veracity;

Hold mistrust as icon, tho’

no favour,

Seek loneliness, proclaim

their liberty

In charnel house, where no life

to savour.

Unransomed Love

Measured love holds naught for me

If counting has a cost.

Love should enfold to make you free,

No liberty is lost.

 

Who conspires to calculate?

Love exists for its own sake.

Believe it now, ‘ere too late.

Shake off illusions. Come, awake!

 

Nor tokens, mindful, though they are,

Impress the truest heart.

Eyes look up to purest star

And so, sweet love, to me impart

All that is your heart’s desire,

Unransomed love, consumed by fire.

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