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The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.” John Allston

The Cost Of Leaving

The cost of leaving the defined mundane reality,
that entrapment of manufactured truth comfort,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble.

That entrapment of manufactured truth comfort
with out willing surrender to the thought police,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine.

With our willing surrender to the thought police,
we join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness.

We join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness,
the cost of leaving the defined mundane reality.


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Do Not Cave In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Her own contempt for any forms of pressure society might put upon her was so profound and instinctive that she instinctively despised anyone who paid tribute to them.” Doris Lessing

Do Not Cave In

A minute is an hour in the turmoil of 
the necessary energy required for a 
task that is just beyond the effort needed
in the moment before a deadline, set by
those with disinterested power over the
seconds of our needs, in a time when all
is unnecessarily necessary by some 
token, outmoded rule, that all is a must,
a should, a have to, by a childish notion
of fear.


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Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. it is your spirit, or it is nowhere.” Ursula K. Le Guin

Freedom Is A Crime

The reign of soft comfortable terror,
the reign of necessity is upon us,
everything defined by power is suddenly sacred,
democracy is consuming itself in a frenzy of 
suicide, all freedom is referenced to protecting
money, but never ours, only that which is taken 
from us because what is given was never actually
given in the first place.

Our institutions are proverbial frogs boiling,
they have duped us in their complicit duplicity
with the vanities of politics, so much is  now
don't, everything must be authorised, you shouldn't
behave that way, everyone must conform in order 
to perform life, the sheep bleat, but woe betide they 
should bark; to challenge, to dissent, is to know that 
paradox, ever old, that freedom is a crime.


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It Begins With Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.” Gilles Deleuze

It Begins With Me

In the search for nothing,
which has become a search
for everything at great cost,
where people are left behind,
where nothing and no one
matters very much, and 
some are even erased,
non-existent by dint of race,
gender, or creed, then there
is a beginning, a leaving,
when some have seen the signs,
declaring, no more, it's time
to leave, to stop, to change
the awful things, the broken ones,
the hurt and the pain, to take our
leave of hatred, jealousy and greed,
it begins, and
it begins with me.


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How Long? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2022-03-22/ukraine-russia-war-live-blog-zelenskyy-putin-kyiv-mariupol/100927906 Ukraine invaded by Russia – Mariupol suffers heavy shelling.

“Evil thrives on apathy and cannot exist without it.” Hannah Arendt

How Long?

I felt it coming from my depths,
a murmuration of emotions
rising like leviathan from the roiling sea
of frustration, pacing the bounds of
disgust, wanting to act, not knowing 
how, stooping to the gutter of evil
thoughts, naming the perpetrators 
as if they were alone, singular, in 
their vile behaviour, ignoring the
complicity of humanity in all that 
we do as blame feels weightless,
an expiation of our own powerlessness,
an acknowledgment of the thuggery 
before us, which ever remains as 
I remain, waiting for something,
anything, to happen which might
be an end of this war.


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Mean Street – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You are the hero of your own story.” Joseph Campbell

Mean Street

The hero's journey is very bleak,
everyone tells you as if you never knew,
they hold you as a child in your place
knowing that you are nothing of the sort,
fearful of your confident advance,
they neutralise your every step,
hoping against your success and
waiting for your tumble with pregnant
glee, rather than see you, know you,
as real.



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The Bureaucratic Wet Dream – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Red tape will often get in your way. It’s one of the reasons I carry scissors.” Richard Branson

The Bureaucratic  Wet Dream

Be careful,
have you checked,
where's your detailed plan,
are you sure you know what
you're doing, have you been
given approval, show me the 
triplicates, show me your 
qualifications, are you 
trained for this, is it safe,
should it be only indoors,
you can get training for this
but you'll need prerequisites,
and insurance, what's your
policy number, you must have 
a first aid certificate, and 
you'll have to provide us with
some references and referees,
don't sigh like that, it's the way 
we do things now, we're protecting 
you, for a fee, for a cut, for all your 
time, then we'll take your will to 
live and choke your aspiration,
and if we don't validate you,
you'll be shovelling shit for years,
so, play along, smile as if you 
really mean it, we do, it's a beautiful 
game, so long as you follow the 
hollow rules that help the trains
to run on time.



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When We Stand – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from the hindustantimes.com Result of Russian bombing of Kharkiv.

“What a dishonour to just bend down and obey fate.” Lesya Ukrainka

When We stand

What is a moment, 
when is a journey,
how do we step through shadows
in the long night of winter's approach,
cradled in short views of chance and
change, rattled by a murderous chill
that encroaches the edges of my
dreams in little hints of insanity,
carried by a darkness of heart.
What is a moment,
when is a journey?
The journey begins in the moment
when we seek an end to oppression.


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Forgiveness Is Never Cheap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar, with an invitation to write a ten line-ten syllable per line poem. For details follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Numbering Ten

Photo: earlynews24.com One of many photos recording the Russian Bombardment of Ukraine.

“There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.” Howard Zinn

Forgiveness Is Never Cheap

Freedoms are easily traded
for the most usual moralities,
trinkets of aspiration long held,
easily given up for a fast gain
without any pain, just the misery
of a life time of self-loathing deceived,
in a moment of blind self-forgiveness,
but without the expiation of murder
in food lines, maternity wards, schools,
where forgiveness is never cheap or clicked.


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Making Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: huffpost.com West Berliners crowd in front of the Berlin Wall early 11 November 1989 as they watch people trying to demolish a section of the wall in order to open a new crossing point between East and West Berlin, near the Potsdamer Square.

“The wall that protects you also imprisons you.” Susan Jeffers

Making Light

Can you remember when the wall fell?
Were you even alive in that very moment,
the ending of a long drawn out facade,
walls always fall after the pride of a nation.

Were you even alive in that very moment
when the world held its breath waiting,
walls always fall after the pride of a nation,
more than just rubble it is the people.

When the world held its breath waiting
in hope of a creative existential shift,
more than just rubble it is the people
making light from oppressive darkness.

In hope of a creative existential shift,
the ending of a long drawn out facade,
making light from oppressive darkness,
can you remember when the wall fell?


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