 A Capital Friendly Culture for Further Education
Academy Chains
After the Hillcole Group
Against What We Are Worth
Ambassadors of Capital in Schools
An Educational Mansion House for Business
Apprenticeship and the Use-value Aspect of Labour Power
Artistic Outlook
Ayers Rocked In His Own Universe
B Generation
Bourdieu on Capital
Bourdieu on Cultural Capital
Bourdieu on Social Capital
Brown PFI Monster
Business Sponsorship of Schools
Business Takeover of Further Education
Cambridge University Occupation
Caught in the Storm of Capital
Co-payment in Hospitals and Schools
Cold Hands and Quarter Moon
Communitarianism for Schools
Compulsory Consumption and Uni-Nanny
Conforming Schools Conforming Kids
Copy/South Dossier
Creating Monsters
Creeping Privatisation in Higher Education
Critical Mass
Critical Pedagogy and Capitalism
Critical Space in Education
Delivering E-Learning
Digital Rights Management
Distillation
Dorothy L. Sayers
Douglas Kennedy: best-selling novelist
E-learning for Free at the BBC
Edison Schools in the UK
Education and Inspections Bill (2006)
Education As Culture Machine
Education Fireworks
Education for Debt
Education Incorporated
Education Markets and Missing Products
Education Repetition
Education the HSBC Way
Education White Paper
Education, Globalisation and the Learning Society
Employers and School Leavers
Evaluating Different Teaching Methods
Everything Louder Than Everything Else
Finance and Fear
Five Endings of Desires
Foibles, Frolics and Phantasms
Freedom
Freewill
French New Wave Cinema
Full Report Ruth Rikowski's Book Launch for Globalisation, Information and Libraries
Gender and Spokesperson in Group Work Issues
Global Trading
Globalisation and Education Revisited
Habituation of the Nation
Higher Education and Confused Employer Syndrome
Hitchcock: classic auteur
Human capital, the knowledge economy and business
In Retro Glide
In the Dentist's Chair
Kids in the Land of No Dreams
KM Critique
Lazy Brit Kids
Learning in the Earthworks of Capital
Learning Investments
Learning to the Max
Librarianship and Human Rights
Lifelong Learning and the Political Economy of Containment
LSBU Strategy
Marketisation of the Schools System in England
Marx and Education Revisited
Marx and the Future of the Human
Marxism and Education Revisited
Marxist Educational Theory Unplugged
Maturity and Freedom
McDonaldization and Education
Michael Jackson
Michele Roberts
Miss Allison and Novel Writing
Moneythought in Higher Education
Mrs Thatcher and Holes in the Kitchen Floor
Multiculturalism and Faith Schools
My Tony Blair
New Ideas in Ruth Rikowski's Book - Part 1
New Ideas in Ruth Rikowski's Book - Part 2
New Labour Policy for Schools
Nietzsche's School
Nihilism and Educational Values
No Learner Left Unhassled
Notes on the Confessions of John Denham
On Education for Its Own Sake
On Education Studies
On the Capitalisation of Schools in England
On Transhumanism and Education
Open Access
Outsourcing Public Services
Peter Wilby on School Privatisation
Planet of the Capitorg
Plato
Playgound Risks and Handcuffed Kids
Poems by Gregory Rikowski
Poems by Victor Rikowski
Post-Fordism and Schools
Post-Fordism in Primary Schools
Postmodern Dereliction in the Face of Neoliberal Education Policy
PowerPointlessness in Higher Education
Private Schools as Charities
Privatisation of Schools in England
Privatisation of Student Debt
Races in the Imperial War
Readings for Teaching Course
Recruitment and Labour Power
Revealed Recruitment Criteria through the Use-value Aspect of Labour-power
Robotic Ethics
Ruth Rikowski Updates (Archives)
Ruth Rikowski Updates (Archives)
School Fees and the 1944 Education Act
Schools: Building for Business
Science Fiction Films and Horror
Second Time as Farce
Snowballs and Risk in Schools
Social Contract Theory and Political Obligations
Socialism is not Dead
Speed of Life - Part One
Speed of Life - Part Two
Stroppy Individuals and Oppositional Cultures in Schools
Sustainability Policy at London South Bank University
Ten Points on Marx, Class and Education
The Business of Becoming a Business for Academies
The Capitalisation of Schools - Federations and Academies
The CBI and the Business Takeover of Schools
The Commodification of Education
The Education White Paper and the Marketisation of Schools
The Evolution of Federations of Schools
The Last Parents Evening
The New Japanisation of Schools
The Profit Virus - The Business Takeover of Schools
The Standards Language-game for Schools in England
The Which Blair Project
Three Types of Apprenticeship - Three Forms of Mastery
Tony and Caroline Benn
Tony Benn: Letters to Grandchildren
Transport
Turney's and PPU
Uninspiring Towers
Universe of Capital and My Space
Universities in a Neoliberal World
Utopia and Education
What Can Nietzsche Teach Ya
When Bullies Roam the School
When the Bowers Break
Why Employers Can't Ever Get What They Want
Will Hutton and His E-Foss
Wolf on Marx Without Sparks
Women in World Wars
| POEMS by Gregory Rikowski
Belief
by Gregory Rikowski
Again and again
….. and again…
I try, I try, and I try so hard
Ending up with the same failure.
Self belief is apparent
Fragile as blank paper
One day I shall believe
I know I can believe.
Conquer the beast
Telling that I am not
To those around me
Help me unleash me.
My colours are dark
Needed your honesty
I am not what I was
Since failing in this world.
I resist to weep
Become weak inside
Hypnotized into a vortex
Trapped and lonely.
No escape, no escape
I can overcome anything
More faith and belief
Regain your honour.
I must learn to trust
I muse learn to share
I must be apart of me
Letting go of the falseness.
Reaching out in circles
Endless time and endless space
Which one to pick is a mystery?
Lucky guesses helped my challenges before.
Strength is a power
Increasingly strong and determined will
Anger and resist
Use your feelings against the might.
Grateful for my truths
I can be honest
Indubitable feelings
Only I know of such.
I learn to another level
The cunning valuable source
Come out of the bushes and show
I am not afraid, not afraid of anything.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 20th May 2006
Sweet gestures
by Gregory Rikowski
So sweet
The sensation delightful
I wish I was you
Strong and powerful.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 20th May 2006
Punishment
by Gregory Rikowski
Tapping along the icy road
Coming to a day of grey
Shivering tired and lonely
The sorrowful voices of me are not spoken.
People wonder with no care
Leave me then to be in peace
Go away and choke on your words
I would rather stay here in the cold.
Snowflakes welcoming image
The purity of your comings
Sadness and unbearable torture
The essence that you show.
My pettiness is stupidity compared.
Cut me in half and take away my one thing
It is dry and cold inside
Feeling rather numb and isolated
Go off and fade into the background.
Safest place for someone within.
What have I done to deserve such punishments?
I have been honourable and happy
It will satisfy you if I was gone
Take off my hat and scarf and start to freeze.
Until I feel pain no more
The deepness evaporating
To which I can feel to trust no more
To which I can now look below and smile.
Creating those who have nothing to live for
They seek to gain nothing
Crude thoughts and false will
Let them swallow in their greed.
Struggle to have my freedom
Nobody leaves me
Set me in a dessert
For then I can think in peace.
Regrets none and teachings valuable.
Greetings and goodbyes
Benefit for everybody now if I was to go
The unfair world we unfortunately inherit
Good people die and bad people live.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 20th May 2006
Misleading nature
by Gregory Rikowski
Deserving lives
Worthy thrives
Destiny lies
The living collides.
Restless beings
Bodies leading
Endless meanings
External teachings
Casual preachings
Pitiful pleadings.
Mercy down
Praying clown
Unreachable town
Meaningless noun.
Resist religion
Cultural condition
Conform no decision
Autonomous vision.
Perfecting illusion
Humanities fusion
Hard cushion
Meaningless solution.
Controlling thought
Fighting’s taught
Cage caught
Rebellious sort.
Minds trapped
Wisdom overlapped
I clapped
Fragile tapped.
Weak lies
Tearful eyes
Seeking cries
Real world arise.
Sarcastic cheers
Spiteful sheers
God leers
Fantasy appears.
His will
Poisonous pill
Testing hill
Strength stand still.
Falseness flee
Proven decree
Humanity see
Evil in thee.
Faith compromise
Falseness provides
Book lies
Humanity decides
Awareness arise.
Pitiful God
Shameless God
Deceitful God
Evil God
Blackmailing God
Misleading God
Weak God
Imperfect God
Infinity reasons in which we can view, autonomous reasoning is the one that is true.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 14th May 2006
Spirits of the dead
by Gregory Rikowski
Awaken from the ground
Floating away into nothing
Shaking others memory
Freedom of you lasting.
Filling others’ desires
Telling them what they plead
Treating them as their own
Spirits arise to help those who need.
Voiceless words
Haunting you at night
Guiding you to your path
Without intending a scare full fright.
Presence remain features few
Sent for a purpose intelligence extreme
Follow them through the woods
Wisdom unimaginable to us unclean.
Spirits of the dead come into my soul
Spirits of the dead resurrect your life
Spirits of the dead set your selves free
Spirits of the dead gather together to help me what I deem.
Show me the path of fullness; show me the path of my dreams.
Spirits of the dead, oh spirits of the dead
Your presence is what my soul seeks to be fed.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 10th May 2006
Loneliness
by Gregory Rikowski
The one who is far
The one who cannot conform
The one who stands by
The one of early born.
They cannot understand
They cannot see beyond appearances
They cannot relate
The voices of the unknown experiences.
Although we can know who we are
Although we are stranded
Although we can combine emotions with head.
Although these things are acknowledged alone landed.
Although they are spiritual
Although they are not wise
Although they have self resistance
Although this is an unnecessary prize.
Not finding destiny
Not finding honour
Not finding their identity
Not letting go, seeming to wonder.
Stranded on your own
Stranded within yourself
Stranded with a saddened face
Stranded, the small sized reflection of your elf.
Your purpose is not clear
Your opinions are not spoken
Your jealousy of others dissatisfactory
Your detachment, your one and only token.
Do not be afraid to justify your strength
Do not be afraid of things external
Do not be afraid of having hope
Do not be afraid of reflecting on the things internal.
Try fulfilling your spirit
Try not seeking attention
Try to obtain what is yours
Try not to cry of the unheard confession.
Reliability on others is limited
Reliability on yourself is seen
Reliability on your thought
Reliability is not always right as it has first been.
We are not solitude beings
We can make happiness
We can reflect on what we need
We can wipe away the fears of sadness.
Isolation alone is anti human
Isolation brings self greed
Isolation brings rebellious thoughts
Isolation, the path of intended mislead.
Stand forth
Stand forth and away with your darkness
Stand forth
Stand forth and wider the knowledge of your sharpness.
Self discipline is high
Self control is absolute
Self will power certain
Self honesty, one of mute.
Loneliness why do you resist?
Loneliness why can’t you reach your peak?
Loneliness why do you take jealousy?
Loneliness your self identity can become unique.
Loneliness the one who can be greater than all we seek.
Another day will rise
A new life you will become
Another day of bright sunshine
You are the one the world will look upon.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 10th May 2006
The Natural World
by Gregory Rikowski
Extinction was inevitable
The natural process of the world
Destruction by nature
The shape of the speedy curled.
Findings are hard
Many years have passed
Many undiscovered
The path of life is something which will never last.
Resurrection is impossible
Trying will end up in failure.
Searching for fossils
There is a possibility of one beneath that layer.
Life of nature and dinosaurs
Long ago they ruled
More effective than we have done
They as specimens do not have a system to be fooled.
Past ancestors walking the earth
Danger every specie hunting
Predators having their instinct.
The only way of surviving.
Gliding through the sky
Crawling along the ground
Hiding behind the bushes
Every day not knowing your fate
A world unknown to us of the roaring quaked.
The young vulnerable
The old Clever
Protecting each other from others
The meat to the young, a kind gesture.
Land was free, no imprisonment
Walking from one side to the other.
Walking alone can be lonely
Those of a solitude number.
Many years to go
Possibly someday our turn
Fight back with our resources
Is the past a lesson that we have to learn?
Times change and new beginnings arise
The first essence of life is understated
Taking for granted
To which we live from atoms related.
Water is the essence of life
Our existence depends as the key
Deep deep below
No destroyed life beneath the sea.
The most destructive animals
Habitat and life destroyed
No consideration for other well beings
We have long enough toyed.
The unimaginable experience of the past
The wonders of the surroundings
Every specie working together
The crushing teeth of the predators’ poundings.
Still with our knowledge
We fail to reach what is right
For the world at least
We can potentially reach our might.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 2nd May 2006
Tiredness
by Gregory Rikowski
There was once a day
The sunlight coming through
Waking up not aware
Black eyes seeing that view.
Restless nights arise to me in the night
Not letting me rest
The daily routine not fulfilled
Head filling with dark infest.
Awareness is low, cannot sleep
The day has come
Having more of a weep
Average human mind, satisfactory for some.
Not communicating voices feeling numb.
Unsure of thinking, unsure of existence
Tiredness has awaken
From me that is sure
Letting my mind being taken.
Blurriness and weariness
What is to be?
The night haunts us
From the life we clearly see.
Fulfil your day
Keep your mind occupied
It then feels the worth
With illusions put aside.
Sleep Sleep Sleep… do not think…. Sleep sleep sleep….. a mindless link.
© Copyright Gregory Rikowski, 29th April 2006
The Deafening Sound
by Gregory Rikowski
Wavy hair moving
The screaming voices of a thousand words
Jumping for joy
Pointing at the sky at those gliding birds.
Looking up to those members
Figures moving
Angry faces
The deafening sound blooming.
The deafening of the sound
Humans all bow
Losing touch with their identity
Who will save them now?
Blocking my way
Pushed, hit and smacked
Fall to the ground
Thinking of the bones cracked.
Nobody notices
Concerned with their pleasure
Looking away
Focused on their own leisure.
Allowing pain to get to me
Cannot move away
Overcome your fears
Faith is losing me
Only here can I stay.
When will it stop?
Allowing to be trampled
No sorrow
Wasted life of the crippled.
Surrounded by destruction
All of you my enemies.
Repel that noise you found.
The heartache of that pound.
The screaming noise of that deafening sound.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 26th April 2006
Evil Disciples
by Gregory Rikowski
Look at them
Hiding, pretending
Faces of mischief
It is for others frustrating.
Ideas of suffocating
Actions of quick
Carefully thought out
Rubbing their cheek of which one to pick.
Never believe in no one
You never know what to expect
The darkness has come
To change your respect.
Selfishness and greed
Seeking revenge
The ones from above
Let evil commence.
Opening smile
Bringing you down
Trying to rule the kingdom
Of the human crown.
It is in their eyes
Look around
Red and fire
In that heart beating sound.
Traitors and liars
Do not be weak
They will let you down
Penetrating your skin from their beak.
Once you show humans your love
Loyalty and faith is not what they deserve
Taking your kindness
Only your slave they will serve.
Once they have finished with you
Tossing you from their life
Using you for their greed
Stabbing your goodness with a knife.
Humans can never be trusted
If god exists why create so much evil?
Lies and deceit
Create souls of true feeble.
The evil disciples can never be good
Full of mindless cruel thoughts
Let them swallow in their greed
Flee back to those endless evil ports.
The one soul mate is the one you know
The one who will never betray
Never let evil take over
In my soul that person will stay.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 26th April 2006
My star
by Gregory Rikowski
The beauty of you staying where you belong
The meaning of you is my destiny
Shining bright
The dream world of fantasy.
Smile down at me as I smile back
The bond of a sticky tight
You have given me luck
Your loyalty I admire as you walk with me during the night.
You are the power of me always
Given me a heal
Ambitions light
Giving me hope, the presence of your feel.
I heard the angel calling out my name
The guardian of the stars
However remember
The evil disciples sent from Mars.
Stay with me never go far, release me, my one and only star.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 18th April 2006
Father and son; mind and brain
by Gregory Rikowski
The perception of the mind
One of the natural essence of you
It is with you all the time
Even when you drift and thoughts are few.
The brain is the younger of the two
They have a close bond
Looking out for the strengths of each other
Both needed to be full.
Both needed to look out for one another.
The brain is the son of the mind
Mind of maturity and wisdom
Brain of reality and precision
Both rule humanity for their own kingdom.
The brain perceives the world by the senses
It inserts all the information you need
The mind creates meaning of them
The mind corrects the mistakes of the brain it leads.
The mind understands from the brain.
By using the help of the brain
The person you are, I hope
Does not become insane.
Although the brain can often be wrong.
Best leave it to the mind
For it is as not as rational and clever as you.
Help me to unfold the world I find.
The mind is permanent the brain is not
When it starts to think and travels to fantasy
The mind calls for help when in trouble
Come back and wake to reality.
The thoughts of the mind are very complex
Analyses and figures out the brains information.
To make sense of something is hard
The emotions of others and thoughts is a tricky interpretation.
The mind can be quite slow
The brain is fast
The brain making quick decisions
Before letting the mind settle at last.
The mind more advanced and intelligent
Seeking for answers, escaping the blind.
Thinking of the things that are confusing
The brain must not speak before listening to the mind.
Mind creating all thoughts, all words
The brain listens
Listen to what the mind has to tell you
Then you may talk and make those decisions.
Your mind is the one of mental strength
It can resist pain
Until it can feel pain no more
Pain is now only a delusional game.
The mind is more powerful
It has grown more over time
The brain has much to learn
To compare with such permanent prime.
You need both to understand
Once they have each other they are fine.
Father and son they stay
They are happy once they join and combine.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 13th April 2006
The ideal world
by Gregory Rikowski
The world we live is full of reality
The systems the people we share
The small world using its full capacity
People not realising the worth, believing not to care.
The status and class is something to be focused
The jobs and leisure’s of many
Capital is the disaster we live in
People not thinking in the same way or of any.
Using our knowledge we can look for solutions
For the world is a big influence on our minds
The greed and selfishness it creates
The world against our nature, together we can combine.
The value of family could be higher
Destruction and war has risen
The value of life could be so much tighter.
People turning into statues following others decisions.
Influencing corrupted minds into disaster
Humanity only follows others we see
Think for yourselves and be human faster
Hope is almost gone, letting our brains flee.
The world in the future that may come
Humanity is something of falseness, people are blind
The hopeless vision awareness of some
The world of equality is the one of kind.
The power and control is what people seek
The influence of this place
The intelligence of us washing every year, leak after leak.
The world of capital the ugly side of the face.
The solution to escape from this madness
Use your wisdom be brave
The way out gives us fulfilment
Do not be tormented into becoming a slave.
Science and philosophy shall join
Reality and mind is the way
Not making the choice of flipping the right side of the coin
The life for us will be great and we shall see another day.
Using our reason we can see
The correct balance of science and wisdom
The way of success of us that is meant to be
The minds of us created, to be more human.
Courage must be full
We all need a push in the right direction
Communism is one of no control power
No foolish irrational actions of segregation.
The world treating us as slaves of the system
If your mind is strong enough you can resist
You can decide for yourself what you want to be
The people in the system, characters can twist.
Creating us to be better people
Not drifting off into fantasy or reality
Have the perfect balance
This is the key for true faculty.
But it may too late for we have already been sucked in
Becoming future robots, hope is thin
Sometime in the future
The decision of humanity will be decided within.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski 11th April 2006
The hunter being the hunted
by Gregory Rikowski
Step by step looking around to see
Wondering whether I am trapped
I know there is something?
The back of my head being overlapped.
There it is be aware
Use your aim and skill
Don’t be foolish not to care
The steepness upon the hill.
Trembling through the bushes
Body feeling weak
Determination forcing extra pushes.
The odd sun looking rather bleak.
The prey gazing in the sun
Moaning and groaning loud
The challenge of dangerous fun
Sky blue fleeing welcoming the cloud.
The slippery swamp sinking me in
Fight the temptation
Stabbed by the invisible pin
The only chance of useful education.
Chasing and following
I must ride on
Creature of the dark running
Seek what your eyes gaze upon.
Taunting and playing
Do not be deceived
Your loved ones against you
Resist what you have been believed.
The other side not seem to be helping
My will my hope
The journey I have taken never ending
My soul finding it hard to cope.
Storming and blistering
Blowing me through the air
Lightning and thunder
The statue of me in weak stare.
Shooting arrows one after another
Stay down stay down
Use the cloak for an invisible cover
Nothing but dead trees in this town.
I am human and mortal
You do not understand what you have done
Your creation leading to an endless portal
Your body now longer, mortal you are created as one.
My face filled with joy
I can now see you
You can no longer use me as a toy
Your power is limited only to a few.
Without your powers you weep
I feel deep sorrow
This is something I will keep
Your powers you have let me borrow.
This is rather odd
I am the one with the lightning and thunder
With the one who can create a dark rod
I will not let this chance plunder.
Go back to your grave
I show no despair
Your soul going back to that cave.
Your features dissolving body fleeing, the darkness of your hair.
The light has gone back to the trees
The powers now dissolving
Back to normal
My true colours now truly unfolding.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski 11th April 2006
The all rounder (The centre of everything)
by Gregory Rikowski
People who are embraced by religion
The one who makes us have perfect vision
The person to only which they listen
The one who creates us as an organism.
The people who take their lives as they come
The commoner, the one who enjoys leisure
Not realising why they are here
They only seek to socialise with perfect pleasure.
One with nature is aware of themselves
Thinking at a different level
Seeing the world for what it is
Not believing in extreme views of the devil.
The all rounder does not embrace these
It is not what they see as progression
The way that they show appreciation
The feeling of an appreciation session.
Embracing these brings limited possibilities
It is certainly not in the all rounders interest
The one who sees all of these as generosities
To appreciate them will bring up a warming chest.
The all rounder neither accepts nor denies
Nor loves nor hates these qualities
Nature, religion and commoners are important
To the all rounder they all share equal possibilities.
The qualities that an all rounder has
The feelings and emotions of religion
The life essence of nature
Skills of a commoner, the simple world vision.
The commoner is blind
A nature person detached
The spiritual one unwise
They neither have the balance to catch.
Only know the basic knowledge of these
The brain has limitations
Only a small part of each is needed
The all rounder has clear interpretations.
The one who does not have extreme opinions
The one who cannot use his attachment against opposition
The all rounder chooses ones own route
The ego path of others not making a balanced decision.
The all rounder does not have clear ideas
For the answer to life cannot be seen
To fight for the answer of life cannot be certain
Why become so full of your extreme?
This is not a dual the all rounder will take part
If you turn extreme you will be taken apart
The essence of who you will depart
The body you have will be shaken.
To the all rounder is something very unique
The reflection in the mirror enabling the one to feel
The one I have witnessed once
In the mirror the essence not turning to steel.
© Copyright, Gregory Rikowski, 4th April 2006
The Virtuous one
by Gregory Rikowski
Why do we go by what others say?
You are a self sufficient being
Your mind has been washed and you will pay
You are blinded from what you are seeing.
Look at the beauty of the world
It is nothing but your destiny
Your aim is to be free.
What you are is a false tendency.
The virtues that one has will not be granted
The Greeks will tell you
Once you have seen, your name will be chanted.
You cannot count any more than two.
One of justice is true
Certain situations it is difficult with choices few
Because you are taken by humanity
The one can only see on a one sided view.
Self discipline is one of control
You are taught what is good and what is evil
Morality is something special
Beware the one you have is misleading and lethal.
Wisdom is one of nature
The one who fears
Creating his own thought
Not creating one of weak tears.
Courage is one for the brave
You cannot use this as you are a coward
You are stuck and sucked by the dark cave.
Your body sweating from the leaking showered.
They are a good quality
All four of these are what makes a person.
Two is what you have and two is not
By missing one of these then the person you are is not certain.
The one who appreciates them is one of good
But you cannot as you are blinded by the sheet
Self discipline and justice you have
Wisdom and courage is not, you are not complete.
There are many who cannot reach and cannot see clear
The one who has all four of these can appreciate the sun
True happiness and a perfect balance
Chant the name of the Virtuous one.
© Copyright, 2nd April 2006
Questionable Reality
by Gregory Rikowski
Remember the dreams we shared in the past
The sun in the air how it used to be
My corrupted mind and not enabling it to last.
My worst fears changing to create a tragic misery.
I am trapped here I cannot wake
When will life let me free?
I should not be so eager to believing it so fake
This nightmare is creating me to like misery.
How do I know I am not in a dream?
Is what I feel here the same as I feel there?
Does it have the same purposeful meaning?
My mind seems to wonder off with no care.
The world has sentenced me to depression.
My character losing meaning as a result of this.
My life will not see nature for another life session.
I cannot recognise my own hand or my fist.
Vultures and dragons fighting through mid air
Good and evil is a destructive rival
The flaming red flames of the dragon flare.
They are both confident of their survival.
Zombies and graves are something all dead.
Stop and look over the boarder
Once they are in my dream they will spread.
Challenge your dream before you are trapped in a small corner.
The greenness of the grass and purity of ocean blue
The animals and life have been turned still.
The rain washes the colours and blankness comes through.
Only the nightmares and destruction lies beyond that hill.
Someday the sun will rise again and come to us all.
Flowers blooming and life returning.
Dragons and evil take a tumble fall.
The world is upside down and always turning.
Only can the beauty of you now save me.
The times I had saved you.
My mind playing tricks on me and I can see.
Remember the dreams we had and nightmares few.
The smell of the wind and freshness of your hair.
Hold me now and do not let go
Bring me to life from this horrible despair.
I will follow your path and let you show.
Kick me and my body is telling me
Use your power to make sure that I am shaken.
I rub my eyes and now I can see.
This place is unfamiliar to the one which I had awaken.
© Copyright, 30th March 2006
Figure of dark
by Gregory Rikowski
What is it that lies beneath that dark place?
I stamp and crawl and there lies my fate
The path which could lead me to an unfamiliar face.
My heart beating at an increasingly fast rate.
Is it my friend or my enemy?
Remember the words of your Master.
Listen to myself from the madness listen carefully
The one who challenges creates courage faster.
The confused mind creates sufficient doubt.
My mind is left in the darkness only to confusion.
My mind enabling and controlling me not to shout.
It is possible that I am in an illusion?
Breathing heavily I cannot quite see.
The headless bones awaken from the floor.
My Master says this challenge will benefit me.
Leave me now evil one as you come to my door.
Death has awaken and come to rule.
I am not afraid and will not quiver.
Evil seeks my soul for the desire seeking tool.
What is it you want from me you dark figure?
Evil you are it has to be said.
You are confused of what you need.
You seek souls in order to be fed.
You will not have the satisfaction of using me to proceed.
If you want my soul I will become thin.
Challenge me now and let us fight.
You will not conquer me and I will win.
Then we will see who will reach broad daylight.
I can reach and see the end of the line.
What is wrong with you evil figure?
Yes I can evidently see the sun shine.
I shall smile as you stare and quiver.
Nature is the one waiting for me.
My sword is no longer needed
Away the evil demons and let you be
I have escaped from the dark cage that you have leaded.
I am free and now the darkness is gone.
My Master always has wisdom with much precision
Enabling me to make my choices with precise decision.
I can now see the world with focused vision.
Death is no longer here
The figure of me that I have created.
I am in this world so nothing to fear
The figure that no longer needs to be hated.
I can breathe again now I am free.
My shadow starring back at me.
Now I am glad that I have escaped
My shadow going back to its original state.
© Copyright, 28th March 2006
Land of Hope and Dreams
by Gregory Rikowski
The hopes that are needed to fulfil Christianity,
The hopes that lead to insanity.
The faiths the desires they seek,
A foolish pride that must not reach the peek.
Let them run, let then hide,
It is for them who will be shifted by the tide.
Philosophers will stand forth,
As they realise the purpose of life’s worth.
They can read and they can pray,
God will not save you now, so flee away.
You think you know, you think you think,
From the ghastly smell of the Bible stink.
Wisdom and courage is something rare,
For in which religion does not seek to care.
Slaves and cowards they will be,
Once they are dead they will see.
O go, O go, you foolish villains,
It is us who will fulfil our ambitions.
Thy shall walk through paradise,
Thy shall walk through hell.
We reason, we think, we plan,
We shall conquer the world as our only fan.
We think for ourselves, it is the only way,
Therefore we shall sing a song another day.
Let us live and let us be,
Philosophers are the ones who can clearly see.
The world is such a traitorous place,
Where philosophers survive as the superior race.
© Copyright, March 2006
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