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poetry

The Swirling Desolation of Time

The Swirling Desolation of Time

I have lost track of time. There is this bizarre feeling of a swirling abyss, somewhere, ever-consuming. Time is perhaps not relevant, often I ask myself – not relevant to me? Emotions are high, while exhaustio ...

Dark Side

Dark Side

Shadow is the dark side, Where beings are hidden from plain view. Invisible not just to sight, but also to our other senses, our consciousness, We hope, and pray, that they, those dark beings, do not stir from their ...

Communities, Landscapes Shaped by Apathy

Communities, Landscapes Shaped by Apathy

Home Urban settlements, with their self-built structures of mismatched wood, cheap cement and rusted zinc. They’re vulnerable to rain and flood, and now, the dreaded cold. Maze Neighbourhoods, their alleys fill ...

The Darkness I Know So Well

The Darkness I Know So Well

Sensations fleet across the sky. Dwindling sunlight, and then the approaching merciful darkness.   ...

There is no comfort in the truth

There is no comfort in the truth

Every day; the homeless wander, The poor they slumber. Into the night – Then forgotten. Bangkok, Thailand 2017. ...

Oblivious. In Denial

Oblivious. In Denial

We are unable to subdue that wickedly delightful thought of taking a step back away from light, into the comforts of dark and shadows. The State of Affairs: Obvious, Oblivious   ...

You Don’t Believe, and Won’t Belong

You Don’t Believe, and Won’t Belong

The dead, surrounded by the living, trapped by stained blocks of cement, tormented by the blistering sun, tarnished steel, the wall that keeps the unwanted. The wards, glare menacingly. Yet no one is about. ...

Once Upon a Time in Poverty

Once Upon a Time in Poverty

Intense summer heat, the walkway covered with feet, squeezing, past broken tiles, of uneven pavement and soiled back lanes. Into their corporate rat race. Bangkok at night, brings about contradiction, When poverty do ...

Unattended Shadow of My Mind

Unattended Shadow of My Mind

Taunting shadows, they sway to the imagination, the limitless depths of the mind, playing to the touch of light. A weariness, creeping forth, tempting these tired eyes to slumber, yet I resist, with gasps; simply to ...

Howling of the Damned, the Homeless

Howling of the Damned, the Homeless

The exquisite night sky provides no comfort for those living without a home. The cold, brutal rain wrecks havoc to those without shelter, pounding against their broken bodies. ...

Portia’s Lament: Western greed and the death of the indigenous cultures of West Papua

Portia’s Lament: Western greed and the death of the indigenous cultures of West Papua

The truth is that everyone benefits from the exploitation of West Papua’s natural resources except the West Papuan’s themselves! The devastation wrought by mining and other resource extraction industrie ...

The Jayapura Five: Our Choices and Actions Do Affect the Lives of Others

The Jayapura Five: Our Choices and Actions Do Affect the Lives of Others

The actions of one country can seriously influence lives elsewhere. West Papua is a case in point, a seemingly small and remote area of the world, but nonetheless home to 245 different tribal peoples, each with their ...

Elizabeth Bishop & Ezra Pound – A Visit to St. Elizabeth’s

Elizabeth Bishop & Ezra Pound – A Visit to St. Elizabeth’s

“This is the house of Bedlam,” begins Elizabeth Bishop’s lovely strange poem, “Visits to St. Elizabeths”: “This is the man / that lies in the house of Bedlam.” ...

Bottom’s Dream & The Bottom of God’s Secrets

Bottom’s Dream & The Bottom of God’s Secrets

The Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the bottom of God's secrets." ...

“This living hand, now warm and capable”

“This living hand, now warm and capable”

This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping ...

Ecce Puer

Ecce Puer

Of the dark past A child is born; ...

Little Numps (Humphrey King)

Little Numps (Humphrey King)

Self-Portrait by Humphrey King ...

he no country had nor home.

he no country had nor home.

Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems, Helpless against the control; ...

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poem by humphrey king ...

One City Only / Love Me at Last

One City Only / Love Me at Last

ONE city only, of all I have lived in, And one house of that city, belong to me. . . ...