Yesterday was a day to be soft
Be broken and be heard
Be calm and be reborn into consciousness.
Today is a day to be angry
Expose injustices, bloody untruths
And spit venom in the face of fear.
Tomorrow will be time to rebuild
Each and every institution that has fallen
For what can newly nurture.
Ten shades of a broken arrow
Stretched across the sky
Moon and sun both couldn’t hide
So they raged, no dawn, no dusk.
A peddler man came walking down
In a suit quite unknown in that world,
Had two tones of gravity
Two handfuls of pure dirt.
In each promise the hook was set
Deeper and deeper it took
Just like moon and sun,
They raged, they raged, they raged.
The end became, the gone be gone
The rules left written down
Nailed to a city square post
Discarded cloth and plastic close by.
The moon became calm and laid away
A soft silver spoon for a tomorrow,
The sun, alert, smiled peacefully
And awoke children so sewn.
When the wild worlds awoke
A thunderous cackling was heard
Mystics remained calm
But civilians, no they ruptured
Into the great wide open hands
Of the Gods they revered.
Some, well, some squandered their money
Buying useless diplomas and
Servitude obligations.
Some fell to darkness with devices
Emitting radioactive lights
And chaotic beeping.
Some fell into wildness
Like the river in Spring
Bounding over freshly fallen trees
And moss so thick
It became a cloak for their own dreams.
There was no end promised
To the deafening roar,
No scientific projection
Or mathematical calculation
That could speak for the Gods
Who had thus become maddened.
And in the end,
Well, there was no end
For it was never signaled,
Never announced over loudspeaker
Like each modern God so famed to do,
It was subtle, and thus remained unchanged.
It was the civilians
Who had changed, too busy caught up
To notice that they had changed
And what they had changed for
Had long since been gone away.
And the whisper of tides keep rolling
That makes the engine hardly slowing
In a growing pain of knowing
For all elephants have gone blind.
In an innocent game she was glowing
Until a judge became the one blowing
Lost in depths of spiraling
The end was all she could find.
Then all at once there came a calling
An old standard with sweet beckoning
With wallets that were fattening
Only hygiene long left behind.
So the two and their sweet romancing
Called the pastor who came running
He knew what was then demanding
No opposition of any kind.
And like buskers at the happening
They all packed up and left no remembering
A lot like old elephants fattening
No story left on each their mind.
You guarded the gate
Like Sphynx afar
Stoned and vacant
And mighty imposing
Like a thundering Lord
With a wish for more
Yet slowly people
Fell away
As bricks built upon
A ragged foundation
Of imposed rules
And stolen goods
Will always crumble
Until at last
It broke
Hinges and all
Leaving each pebble
In your wake
A memory
Of a truth once shared
Would you cross Dragon river
For an ancient vision?
A world so wild
It seems chaos,
Nothing we can comprehend.
But over there
The drink is good
So freely handed out,
And Horses sit
At card tables
Betting all or nothing again.
The Trees are big
– So gorgeously big –
They take up most the sky,
Very top of horizon!
Monkeys swing from branch to branch
Dropping sweet surprises
Onto hats passing Frolickers
In bed with Froliquettes.
Would you cross that Dragon river
To step upon the other side?
Or would you tighten up your belt
And square down your hat?
Fear falls into our laps
When we least recognize it,
It slips in like a setting sun
Sweetly and securely
And filled with promises.
Fear walks away
When we most recognize it,
When we call it out by name
And look it in the eye
And say: ‘Stay.’
Forever I am stuck
Inside a big wheel
Spinning
Like a magnetic false
Vaporizing in mist
Clouding my foresight
Wisdom
And around
To see again
Without ever forgetting
But losing all hope.
Oh, let the pious people be
Let them be
They can carry the song
Let me free
And in the information rich
I shall love the respite
I shall crawl away
And gain the ground
I’ve never seen
For in the end
And underneath
A crawling seasoned spire
Shall carry on
As the last song
Dragon singing long.
My worth grows
And I shall remain patient
Foreclose the bank
And sail the wind
For I have a gust
That is like the pen
Silent as itself
Torrent with all rain.