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“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History of a Wasted Mind


Some think that War in the World is "out There"
All around the World, it’s really on the "Inside"
You think by running away that you can hide
Spiders under rocks, Wings pinned through the Glass
Blue Morphing Butterfly


Never Never Land is where you thought you would never ever be
Hurt Child, you must reverse time back to 3
Holy Trinity Revelation marching into town
In your mind, Armies of the Dead, Yellow Jacket Hornets,
Forever Buzzing Bees and smirking Evil Clowns that frown
buries 6ft under, all the good "Remaining" in your drowning head
You wear no Golden Crown


8 is always a lucky number, so they say, place all the bets on the money
Jigsaw pieces missing, father rolls his car, two lost baby blue birds, 
silent tears are chirping, Heaven swallows dreams
Mother looks for answers in the bottom of a wineglass smoking tar for tea
Hands new men the front door key, honey in the jar...at formica table
Sister and Brother sitting in the kitchen, all is numb and sweet in their 
World of Milk and Honey, the land of myths and fables


Somewhere lurking in dark corner watching on, a Red Back spins it’s web
Mother opens the door to Mr Wrong, leads him to her bed
Dark bedtime stories then are read, no lights left on, 
curtains closed and nothing said
Piano for the Self Taught, 
The Devil sings along


The Poison has been injected
It now courses through your veins
Fast forward to a bathroom mirror, you are 52
Watching from your dark mind’s corner
The Red Back now is you
 

In the mirror not your eyes in your reflection cast
See her close the door in tears, she turns the key at last
Blue Morphing Butterfly makes her defection clear and fast
A speeding silver bullet, in her arms her child she holds so tightly near
Butterflies are free, this is very cut and clear
 

The Mirror Cracked in Time
The History of a Wasted Child
The History of a Wasted Mind
The Mirror Cracked in Time
To err is human, to Forgive is the definition of Divine?


No, this is War, dear child, make no mistake of that
Your mother displays all the Colours of the Honour Guard
For Red Back, I fear it is far too late his innocence to cry
All the Chance cards have been blown away, foul winds cut all awry
Ravens fly across the pages in the storms that fray his mind


The Mirror Cracked
This is Eye for Eye
Different Bedtime stories, do not cry
My sweet Butterfly, 
You are your Mother's Child
Blue Morphing Butterfly
 

“Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie …”


"Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her Tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away”…


 
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 March)




1. Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qrDlRsARwk

2. While My Guitar Gently Weeps/The Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI8P6ZSHSvE




"Hurt me and be tolerated -  Hurt Mine and Be Decimated"
Quote: SimonStorm, Poetry Soup


"Ah ne'er so dire a Thirst of Glory boast,
Nor in the Critick let the Man be lost!
Good-Nature and Good-Sense must ever join;
To err is Humane; to Forgive, Divine" 
An Essay in Criticism - Alexander Pope


“The wind blew stronger. Masakichi had to walk into its resistance, but his pace did not slow. The further he went, the faster he moved, soundlessly and forcefully. The earth smelled like rain. He had to find a way out. Alive. 

His grandfather Jinzaemon had taught him how to find a straight path, even in the wind. Jinzaemon was born in 1848, twenty years before Japan first opened its doors to the West. He had taught Masakichi all about ninjutsu. “If you want to go straight against the wind, find a path in its folds and pass through it,” he had said, although he’d never actually taught his grandson how to find it. Still, Masakichi had begged him.

“Even if I teach you where the path is, you won’t be able to see it because the wind is always changing. If I show you the path in the wind one minute, the wind will shift and the path will disappear the next.”

“Then how do I find it?” Masakichi had asked, worried he’d never be able to do it.

“You must find it anew each time,” his grandfather smiled. “The only way to see the path in the wind is to become the wind itself.” 
- Leza Lowitz Shogo Oketani, Jet Black and the Ninja Wind
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