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14 Mar 2007
1 CommentReflections aka Mirrors Redux
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Reflections aka Mirrors Redux
(a re-imagining of Mirrors)
Fortune told like mirrors reflect
Life in continuance
Stuck in perpetual innocence
Without the benefits
Waters that flow
A rapid repetitiveness
Sea of life dying
From lack of intelligence
Drinking to sate
But that thirst he will never quench
As man drains the Gaia fountain
While searching for better gifts
Fortune like mirrors
Disguises benevolence
Or reveals his malevolence
True image is reticent
For the truth is three sided
Translucent and elegant
An illusion disguised
As a proof that’s Heaven sent
But the truth of the truth
Is that truth is irrelevant
A sickness man made
Who holds then the medicine
Connections like joints
Ties that bind us to all
Hidden strings pulled by hands
That the eye can’t behold
Hidden waves hidden ways
That you or I cannot control
Hidden grave called the flesh
Where laid to rest are our souls
For we can do nothing
But what we are told
So we swim and we drown
Or we drive and we fold
Or we fire reload
Our desire we grow
Or we falter and wither
Like a rose in the cold
Like deer in the headlights
Water to snow
Back to water then vapour
Then where do we go
Mirrors reflect
What our fortunes unfold
Or vice versa
We search for a reason to know
Of creation life’s sea
Cup the waters and drink it
What would you give up
For eternal damnation
Asked he who had
Taken for his occupation
The taking of lives
For no compensation
With soft susurrations
Seduced by the nascent
Designs of mankind
As a people or nation
This means they make vows
And pledges of sanction
Thus seeing false freedoms
Our eyes become vacant
We are as children
Still stumbling and naked
Our guardians party
While we get neglected
Fortune reflects
But the image mistaken
For mirrors show truths
Like a falsified statement
We are ephemeral
Skin deep epidermal
Made up of stars
Therefore we are eternal
Knowing all this
We still search for a kernel
Of wisdom of knowledge
We travel in circles
Fortune reflected
By mirrors of truth
Obtuse is the mind
Of those that accuse
Acute the design
Redefined in its prime
By presidents dead
Or by innocents dying
By spooks in the skies
By truth in the eyes
Of a child as he hears
How those truths turn to lies
Catch the wave baby
Bring truth to fight
So our troops then can see
How those truths are denied
Catch the wave baby
Go fishing in thought
Remembrance so deep
That past lives may get caught
Fortunes and mirrors
Reflect from far off
As the image gets closer
The meanings get lost
In winter we die
In the spring rose the corpse
Summer heat passion brings
Autumn preludes the frost
Caress wind and rain
And be unto yourself
A season and reason
Our freedoms need help
Mirrors and fortunes
And all is distortion
And all is in flux
So deception in motion
Its mental contortion
Their simple extortions
Trade life for illusion
A whole for a portion
Revenge is best served
Like meals to a coffin
Who eats when the corpse
Is feeding the corpses
Revenge is best served
When it’s chilled and it’s cold
Large bodies of ice
Moving shaping the world
Oyster the earth
Pressure I am the pearl
Coal turned diamond in rough
From concrete roses unfurled
Like straightening fetus
Escape from the curl
Escape from the body
The rigmarole
Like monkey to man
We escaped from the fold
Like the sifting of sands
We filtered our souls
Look to your hand
And see fortunes get told
Keep to the plan
And don’t fear the unknown
If a god is the writer
Then we are its poem
The world is its novel
Just one of it’s tomes
The title the volume
We struggle to know
We die in the effort
We stuttered our growth
Like the basic human reflex
To detect change and correct
All that is not themselves
So we just fake the effect
Arrogance like two dots
And one line can create
The human face without flesh
One circle contains and connects
Fortune told like mirrors reflect
Life in continuance
Stuck in perpetual innocence
Without the benefits
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Look to the flower
For it is a living metaphor
For all things
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0 CommentsOn Nature
On Nature
Growing till crescendo
It’s consuming more and more
It cannot see beyond its window
It ignores all open doors
It’s been climbing towards an apex
Since it crawled up from the shores
Adherent first, then master next
Then driven to explore
It evolves as it ingests
It learns to see in metaphor
Exploration turns conquest
Its survival becomes a war
A parasite that kills its host
Yet it assumes it will endure
Matricidal, yet it boasts
Of how its intentions are pure
By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw
By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw
Touch upon the fabric
Tight knitted from the corpse
Of a god whose fingers weaved
The breath of life then set its course
Lungs of trees that breathe and birth
The breath of those that need its force
They kill those beings and kill their dreams
Then seek another source
They chop the flesh of kings that speak
With sunlight through their leaves
They poison their own air and think
That’s just the thing they need
They feel the loss but ignore the pain
And they plain refuse to grieve
They look to the stars instead and dream
Of what they can achieve by being thieves
By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws
By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws
He raised his hand and cursed the land
He applies his mind to destruction
He understands that he is man
And prone to pure corruption
He plants his seeds and from the surface bursts
Man-made constructions
That crumble just like any vision made real
Through man’s induction
Life interrupted
Death intervened
On behalf of assumptions
That he is the king
Of the land
Of the seas
Of the grass
And the trees
Of the Heavens and Earths
But his existence is perverse
He commits treason by his birth
And thinks the reason is his worth
By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws
By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws
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