The Yes Dagger Poem by GRANT FRASER

All rebellion begins
at home...

Can you build something
out of nothing,
then life will teach you
simple survival,
which is effectively empty!

Abide in your soft world,
far beyond the usual structures,
distresses, hell of war,

or things like television,
newspapers, cheap horse meat,
baked beans, political intrigue,
iconic death and good polish!

Well he just collapsed on his
face lift and was outright - dead!

One can't ever quite get to the core
of why things happen,
Out of the blue...

Mind you, whoever let us down,
in this world,

Be it the many flight attendants
of your destiny,
or the caring sentimental queue,
awaiting your next move...

Their crystal balls
suffice to tragic quotes,

I mean who actually wants to
build something up,
considering the way things
are made to go...

And that forward, was buried,
in a matchbox,
along with other so called
irrelevencies,

Like tongues cut from mouths,
about to change the way
we speak forever!

'No' is one of those fine emblems,
such a fine gem,
which for some odd reason
brings the bearer - ill refute!

Strange one - that one...

When 'No' could be our only
culture,

Banners of 'No'

Ecstasies of 'No'

Mirrors of 'No'

Entire families of 'No'

Tattoos of 'No' and 'No' only...

And while you sweat 'No'
on the furthest away place,
of your most inner sanctum,

'Yes' has already found a way back,

'Yes' I will admit that...

Somewhere amidst everything,

'Yes's cold blade is thrust at us! '

'No' of course - we must die for it...