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A slip of the tongue

Words you think you shouldn’t say

“They won’t listen anyway”, you say

As you head to the front of the line

In uniforms standing, wondering if the sun would ever shine

 

We fought too much to see the reality

An eye for an eye, at the least the vacation is free

All the lines drawn, all the films made

All the stories told, all the work you paid

Has gone for bickering

All along, two sides of the same coin

We were too naïve to know the difference

That there was no difference

A drunken mayor in the headlines

The word on the street, it’s a decoy

When really he’s just one of us

It worked well; his name is on everyone’s lips

While they continue to draw the eclipse

To make you believe the news is news

When the real story is kept under wraps

Otherwise the revolt might break the glass

 

A slip of the mind

Dancing shadows on the wall

We can do so much better than this

Since a soft landing won’t break the fall

For ignorance is not bliss

Knowing makes an easy target

But think of what you might miss

Without truth’s liberating kiss

 

“The true north strong and free,” they say

Remove these shackles from history

To prove just how free we are

You see wealth and victory

All I see are scars

And broken memories of what we used to be

 

We were the ones that found solutions

To start the revolutions

Now all we do is gasp

Becoming kettled in the past

Where the female body means the kitchen

And her mind is a threat

Where a young man’s hands are for ammunition

Instead of the love he hasn’t met

 

Someone told me, “We were the peacekeepers,”

The red and the white that carried the world

With Pearson and Dallaire dressed in blue

Now nothing is anew

From evolution to regression

In ’06, we elected the Great North’s depression

 

We were the ones that found solutions

To start the revolutions

Now true seekers have to be peacekeepers

The red and the white shuts an embassy

Where thirty-four million like you and me

Are frowned upon from one man’s so-called legacy

 

Someone told me, “Take a trip down east in a veil,

Where you can set sail,

To learn to be grateful where you’re from,”

You gave me a laugh, son

With our wealth and their greed

Our own is still in need

 

As Mother Earth is poisoned by selfish choices

And the media tries to censor the loudest voices

Now our concern is the unborn

While the living have to mourn

From loss of rights it’s time to choose

Like Janis sang,

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”

 

We’re not standing on any ground

We’ve lost what we found

The paradigm is an illusion

Yet it has us all confined to confusion

 

Like an ancient monument; solid at first glance

Don’t touch it, or it’ll dissolve

Yet why are we holding onto

What we choose not to solve?

 

All you have is sink or swim

Let your artist in

Let go with the tide and float

When the heart beats, it makes the loudest note

Who can tell a wolf in sheepskin?

When one is blinded by a goat

 

When the heart beats, the soul marches on

Speak loudly, speak clear

Threats can’t match up to what we hold dear

Hey, at least we have each other

Hey, we have more to discover

Or maybe there is order in this chaos

Maybe it’s time to find what we’ve lost

 

When the heart beats, it doesn’t ask for much

Just that to let go of such and such,

And to make room for that much

It’ll be easier once duality collapses

So the heart beats… can come alive to the masses

Trick or treat. Human feast,

Table set. spirits eat,

Transcend in reality.

Sexy spell, serpent skin,

Sick scab scurvy, scary screams soar,

Salem style state, sacrifice.

Fire burns hilly peaks,

Calling spirits in space,

Blood fussed is time,

Psychic seeding mind.

Day of dead, sirens red, Devil’s bed,

Witches initiation party,

Crowley gathering night.

Ethereal ecstasy enveloped,

Topsy turvy twirling,

Vigilantly vexing vileness,

Melancholy morgue master.

Poetry is like an open door, so that you may peek if you seek. The following poem is about knowledge and its various degrees of perception, how it takes over the mind, when original thoughts like “all is one” come through our creative self, a.k.a. our poetic self. It’s about knowledge, in that its self-evidential rather than assuming. Light is the peace that comes with enlightened thoughts. The poem calls for self-mastery and to no longer be a slave to non-creativity. This poem was written while chilling with my grandfather on a sunny day sitting outside a café, with empiricism, Carl Jung and a beautiful golden retriever in mind.

Evidential

The Empirical sweat,

dripped of reason, my mind.

Accumulated light in

the cave of logical glee!

Universally One,

vibrates sound of

this joyous day….

Seed your mind,

grow a tree,

nourishing self-control.

Testimonia for past slaves,

poetry never made,

Evidential Poetry!

 

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