The following poem was written by Jane Wilde, mother of Oscar. Jane Wilde, who was officially ‘Lady’ Jane Wilde, was an ardent Irish Nationalist who died in poverty. Her second eldest son, Oscar, lauded for his literary prowess, did nothing to help the impoverished people of his native land, yet his mother cared deeply for them. […]
Comrade to a Fickle Deity Mottled jowls adorn his life, softened hands and harried wife staring at her feet. A booming voice resonant with greed, bigotry and obstinate idiocy indicates the insecurity that bubbles beneath. That troublesome tongue seldom held behind tainted teeth, for long, has launched imbeciles upon voyages laden with infected product. The […]
The Quandary of Sceptical Solipsism … as the tiny child’s hand still clutched the busted bear, stuffing falling from both, I pondered in despair the desperate dichotomy of both; now inanimate. If it be a dream it’s a bad one that I have made, born of wanton masochism and gruelling imagery that drains the hopeful heart. […]
Survivor’s Creed … the souls beyond despondency hollowed to Hell’s Standard that causes a collapse of function into temporary oblivion to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will… … the echoes of ethereal laughter bound along the emptied space of phantom halls; footfalls dance and skitter across recycled time, inconsequential in face of imagination and mind; […]
Dun Day I sat upon an Autumn day, where brown envelops green and thought on clouds, both white and grey that reflected then my dreams. But answers, still elusive, swayed in secret through my mind, with hollow sound in echoes played to cast a beat behind. So stranded then, in mottled glar ‘neath […]
Here we have another offering from our resident poet on Rebel Voice, A.D. In The Solipsist’s Refrain, the author touches lightly upon the profound philosophy of Solipsism, which is based upon the premise that the only fact that we can know for certain is that the individual exists. Everything else is conjecture. René Descartes once […]
The Duality of Reality I’d like to write of drifting clouds of cotton white, And wispy paths with patterns lightly Dancing through, The smiling beauty of my view. But what I see are sodden rags of misery With moisture stank that sickens me For industrial gain, And nature weeps with acid rain. […]
The Smashed Façade …the institutionalized stupor of the clambering classes… …those grabbing goons who sell their souls and sense of decency for tainted fortune, see no further than the growing, groaning noses upon their painted faces. They revel in disintegrating conscience as their tattered morals flap wildly in the gusts that tumble […]
Paying Lip Service to Decency Superficial democracy, Specious freedoms, Packaged in materialism And wrapped in choking ribbons Of accumulating debt; Presented to a gullible populace Blinded by sinister concessions To the worst excesses Of the Human Condition. A.D.
Dun Day I sat upon an Autumn day, where brown envelops green and thought on clouds, both white and grey that reflected then my dreams. But answers, still elusive, swayed in secret through my mind, with hollow sound in echoes played to cast a beat behind. So stranded then, in mottled glar ‘neath […]
Time’s Insidious Dreams Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions. Calling for more. Shouting no. […]
Survivor’s Creed …the souls beyond despondency hollowed to Hell’s Standard that causes a collapse of function into temporary oblivion to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will… …the echoes of ethereal laughter bound along the emptied space of phantom halls; footfalls dance and skitter across recycled time, inconsequential in face of imagination and mind; the […]
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