There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed
There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen
At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted
Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await. That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet
I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end
A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil
Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now
Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations
There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance
until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored
Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward
Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone
I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom
To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort
Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma
Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion
Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me
Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold
The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing
Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation
Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?
Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.
There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence. Ha, I like that said the blind man.
I can see it! I can hear it! I can feel it!
My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?
Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…
At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought
Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken
There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more
In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me
No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul
No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre
Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design
It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?
Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for
Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes
Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it
Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate
Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare
How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?
There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it
Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?
Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in
Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins
That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around
You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed
Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…
Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime
…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies
…and I must say I don’t speak Spanish but I feel good about myself anyway
Oh, there they go again just six feet above me
trying to dazzle on their self-perceived exclusive high-wire while lecturing how inadequate the masses are!
They should really buy a vowel ’cause they haven’t got a clue
The sun seems so Blue up there all alone
That’s quite strange since Monday is gone
No worries, I’ll just wait for the moon because my reflection says I’m looking pretty pale in the light
I guess I might as well leave now and prepare for my Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark
…You know, I don’t speak French but I feel good about myself anyway
Who goes there, just beneath the shadow of that glass throwing stones?
I really can’t recognise them but their familiarity is Breeding contempt
She really should have kept the Trojans close because that thing He gave birth to would have been aborted by anyone else
No worries though, I’m draped in my own Fast Fashion with my own Personal Jesus so I’m not concerned
I guess I must be moving on now because I can’t remember to keep my eyes closed before my tongue deceives me
Walking barefoot in this Valley with my Shadow behind me seems so crowded I could die
I wish I had more time alone with myself to lay on these 23 Palms in this Desert of Despair and relax but these infernal beasts just won’t release or give me peace, or surcease from sorrow
So with this Communal Cup half empty, I’ll just have to keep pace of this Race that I just can’t seem to fathom or trust
Perhaps I’ll just go to Sleep, Deep and search for the answers that I seek from protective Parents who are always with me
Contemplating space and place is all consuming for one who has no space in this place
Yet here is where I reside in form yet undeniably outside of this time, outside of this space, outside of this being and outside of convention
Thought, thinking, remembering, forgetting, agonizing, hoping against hope but feeling the potential of possibilities unseen
Images and faces laced in clouded emotion bare witness to both what was and what will be
Though I am here, fragments of self beckons to be seen, heard and understood from a myriad of mansions in dimensions that claim prime of reality and truth all their own
There is no substance only embers – barely visible, remotely comprehensible
“Learn, understand, mature and morph into that which has been prophesied”, they implore as I remain just beyond the barrier’s rim
“We know your fears; we feel your pain – for we too have suffered and traversed that very chasm mired in darkness as you will also”
“You will add to us and we to you, becoming ONE in form and in consciousness”
There, which is not there, will have no space, no place and no trace of time
After there will be a moment of rest but only for a season
For WE resolve to Evolve, therefore there is no ending only renewed beginnings
Doors opening and closing and then opening again without end
Ha, I like that said the blind man.
