3a - "LONG GONE"       

(A CELEBRATION OF & ODE TO METAMORPHOSIS: CLARITY: NEW ORIGINS) 

           SO DARNED LONG GONE   

                    I FORGET ..

    BUT I START AGAIN  WITH

                  GREAT  ZEST.

       I AM BEGINNING TO REMEMBER                         

                               MY AIMS        MY DREAMS           MY IDENTITY.

  

MALEVOLENCE STRUCK AGAIN SLASHING SMASHING

SENDING MY SOUL CRASHING.

 A SIZEABLE BUT POWDER-PUFF ARMY 

BACKSTABBING     CONNIVING         LACKLUSTRE 

SICK    TRANSPARENT    HISSING, FLAMING   VILE   LOOSE TONGUES. 

VEILED RESPECTABLE TYRANNY. YOU DON’T FOOL ME. 

BLATANT DISRESPECTFUL FOOLERY.

YOU DON’T FOOL ME.

TYRANNY, NEGLECT, LOSS

TEARS AND TEARS AND TEARS

             

MORE AND MORE AND MORE TEARS .. 

           

CAN YOU HEAR THAT?

LISTEN!

LISTEN UP!

LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY!

 

 

 

    It's everywhere .. pervasive .. acceptable more and more nowadays yet it is  rarely noticed  -  actually please allow me to correct myself which can be wise  and should be encouraged much much more during tough, tough extremis - I am  leaning more and more to be brave and strong now: presently.

        BEHOLD me as I echo truth ..

    This splurge of nastiness that has took up residence, it is with us now daily, hourly... musclebound and glossy with sparkly nails and it has dumbed us all down  with weak yet powerful ideas ... adverts and adverts and adverts have subverted      many of us and we pay big, big wages to parasitic foolery that pops by, blinds us, guffaws and scoffs and mocks sickly then swans off to continue living decadently in one of its many remote mansions.

LISTEN

DO NOT IGNORE 

THE LAUGHTER AND MOCKERY OF LOW-THOUGHT

LISTEN TO

RIPTIDES, JAGGED MOUNTAINS

CHAOTIC CLOSE-TO-THE-BRINK ADMISSIONS

BE READY FOR THE TSUNAMIS

WAVES & WAVES OF TSUNAMIS

ASSASSINS OUTSIDE

ASSASSINS IN MY CAR

AVALANCHES OF HELLBENT

DAILY, HOURLY

DEATHWISH

FATAL IDEATIONS

ME GONE?

NO LOSS.

   HO HO HO .. LOOK OUT! HERE COME..

                   THE PIN-STRIPED SHIRT + TIE HOODLUMS

 

WITH THEIR CANONISED SICKLY-SWEET CANDY-FLOSS DROSS

AND SHEEP MENTALITY OR RATHER LACK OF IT. 

BAA! BAA! BAA!

BLAH! BLAH! BLAH

SKEDADDLE YOU LIGHTWEIGHTS

OR I WILL BAMBOOZLE & DISCOMBABULATE 

YOU WITH GOBBLEDYGOOK

AND

BAA-ROOM HUMBUG

DESPITE

PROPAGANDA

AND

GLOSS

I AM NO FOOL. 

AND NOR AM I FOOLED. 

 

FOOLS, FOOLS, FOOLS – 

YOU DON’T FOOL ME. 

I AM MEANT TO, WAS BORN TO ABIDE

SUCH NASTINESS AND FOOLERY.

NOTHIN' KARMIC, DHARMIC ..

DON'T FLATTER OR BIG-UP YOURSELVES YOU INFLATED PERNICIOUS ELVES. 

WEEPING

AND LAUGHING SIMULTANEOUSLY 

 I BEFRIEND SERENDIPITY.

 

SERENDIPITY

SHIELDING 

AND DEFENDING

ME. 

WHY?

WHY’S NOT MINE TO SAY OR SEE 

AND YOURS NEITHER

VERY DEFINITELY.

THERE’S ZERO WORTHWHILE

TAO

OR

PATH

IN A COCKSURE FOOL

YET

IT OOZES AND FLOWS

POWERFULLY…

 

FROM BEAT,

BESMIRCHED,

BEDRAGGLED

DOWNTRODDEN SAGES.

 

THE SAGES AND SAGES

OF ETERNITY.

 

MYSTICS ON PAPYRUS

  PAGES AND PAGES

ACROSS LANDS, OCEANS…

  AND ACROSS THE AGES

 

WITH WIZARD QUILLS

  AND SOLID,

     UNBUDGEABLE CERTAINTY.  

 

YOU CANNOT MOVE THE ROOTED AND GROUNDED.

 

EVEN DEATH FAILS!

 

SUCH A PITY YOU REFUSE TO TRULY HEAR:

COMMEND: DISCUSS

 PURE

 SAGACITY.

 

VOLUME AND REPETITION DO NOT AMOUNT TO TRUTH!

 

YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT

BUT YOU DID,

YOU DID HEAR IT

SO OFTEN.

 

BUT I SUPPOSE

 IGNORANT

 SHADOWS AND DISCIPLES

HEAR NOTHING

 

UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE. 

 

BEHOLD THE CACOPHONY

OF DULL REPETITION AND FALSE SAFETY. 

 

ILL WHISPERS, 

TANGIBLE DISHONESTY 

AND 

 OOH! OUCH! 

MIGHTY MIGHTY METAMORPHOSIS 

 AND EPIPHANY: 

DO YOU HEAR THE BARRAGE OF HAMMER-BLOWS? 

THE ECHO 

 OF FLASHBACKS AND INCESSANT PUT-DOWNS? 

 

I AM NO SAINT 

BUT I TAKE SOLACE IN EXPERIENCE: 

PERFECTION IS MYTHOLOGY!  

AND I SMILE… 

I STILL STAND. 

BLOW AFTER BLOW 

 AND YOU KNOW WELL 

THE FIGHT IN ME. 

 

JUDGEMENT IS NOT MY TERRITORY,  

I PROTECTED YOU  

BUT YOU CHOOSE 

NOT TO RECALL OR SEE 

 

SAFETY IN SICKENING COLLUSION: 

LAZY, BADLY-CONSTRUCTED 

UN-THOUGHT-THROUGH 

MOUTHY AND SUBSERVIENT SYCOPHANTS. 

 

UPRISINGS ARE QUICKLY QUELLED! UPRISINGS ARE QUICKLY QUELLED!

UPRISINGS ARE QUICKLY QUELLED! 

 

YOUR NON-STANCE OF A STANCE 

ARE THEY? 

ARE YOU SURE? 

THERE IS MUCH DYNAMISM IN STILL WATERS 

 MY FRIEND 

AND MUCH POWER IN PEACE 

PEACE AND LOVE HAVE PANACHE AND FLAIR.

 

THEY ARE MAVERICK

NOT DULL. 

YOU CAN SAY IT BUT I CAN’T? 

YOUR TROOPS CAN SAY IT BUT NOT ME! 

YOU MAY HAVE THROWN ME 

OVERBOARD 

BUT I AM STILL 

KING AND CAPTAIN! 

 

MY DOVE IS PURE WHITE. 

IT FLIES FREE 

LOSING A FEATHER OR LIFE OCCASIONALLY. 

A PURE WHITE DOVE. A PURE WHITE DOVE. A PURE WHITE DOVE. 

I WATCH IT FLY 

AND IT IS SAD. 

NOW IT IS HAPPY. 

OH MY, WHAT WAVES. 

 WHAT CHANGES. 

OH MY, HOW THAT DOVE BEHAVESES! 

SO MUCH FOR YOU TO CRITIQUE 

AND RIDICULE.

 

OH MY, I DO NOT 

AND NEVER DID VALUE 

SANCTIMONIOUS, NASTY FALSE PIETY. 

SUCH OVER-ZEALOUS, JEALOUS ZEALOTS AND FOOLS 

WHO EVEN NOW COULD LOOK SKYWARD

AND

OBSERVE 

REAL REALITY. 

THEY ARE OBLIVIOUS TO, 

UNMOVED BY 

VITAL AND PRESCIENT CHANGES. 

 

WERE THEY EVER?         WILL THEY EVER? 

DO THEY  EVER?

NEVER, NEVER!

 

AND IN THE SKY EVOLVING AND CHANGING 

 A PHOENIX WITH GORGEOUS KALEIDOSCOPIC WINGS 

& 

A FREE BEAUTIFUL KIND MIND.  

(GET READY FOR A SHOWER

 WITH A SHOWER OF PUT-DOWNS!) 

AND BENEATH OUR FRIEND: THE PHOENIX… 

WAY, WAY BENEATH… 

A WORLD OF GOOD, SOLID PEOPLE LOOK UP TO SEE 

(AND THAT’S A GOOD, STRONG STANCE)

 

A VISION. 

A VISION OF EMBERS AND SMOKE 

AND THEN 

THEN… 

BLAZING, FLAMING MYRIAD RIVERS OF LARVA 

ROLL DOWN A MOUNTAIN 

UNPLEASED AND UNSATIATED 

AND 

SWIFTLY THEY SNUFF OUT 

 A DISMAL, WEAK FLICKERING FLAME 

THAT IS

THEN GONE: DISMISSED

SWALLOWED UP.  

THE END

OF A LAUGHABLE, 

 DESPICABLE 

WELL-HEELED 

 PATHETIC

TIN-POT EMPIRE