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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required anyone for humiliation do even the best cringe in shame at the bottled-up look they take of themselves most in fear of being found out others the damage they must have wrought in the image they have of themselves but all all by the tasks and choices their lives lead them on to either through the immediate pleasure that can be got or for wanting to shine in the midst of peers they cling to the glory their imageselves chase after O it’d be so easy to say life after all abuses every one humiliates every precious person puts us all to the acid test some hapless irreversible irreparable disaster inadvertent mistake lapsus even for the insignificant wayward nonentities and leaves us all less proud of our makings our fathers mothers it’s even easier to seek the fault in our genes or insist that such and such was the compelling circumstance put the blame on this damned unrequiting thing we call Life which after all must come will come to a final self-defeating end There are others who’d say this life of ours was precisely for this purpose precisely given to make of us the gods we were never born to be but to hanker after unless we sought the feet of the Almighty batter death down and survive into aeons of bliss on the mindblinding petals of the Golden Flower How many may take this death-defying firstclass deluxe flight and for what purpose if the Almighty himself as they who come as messengers say directs all lives in secret is he looking for an assistant Who cares if one is born again since we remember not where or from whom we came and take everything here on earth for what it’s worth what can the isolated adult do the most corrosive abusive power rides in the vaults of mindless banks l’appareil judiciaire the police the secret services the chiefs of armed forces the cabals the cartels the secret societies masons or not the media Kings the monolithic political party bosses trade union cadres and in those who wield psychiatric netherworld control of the mind and souls the priests in skirts all all managed by the hungry few in the line of succession in the hierarchical hereditary edifice the age-old royally pontificating pyramidal straight-jacket world must we not then accept our lot try as best we can to let things not get much worse but if the chips fall right only in the other birth think little of the setbacks and come back again stronger all all wishful self-numbing reverie May 8, 1997 © T. Wignesan – Paris, revised from : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999
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