Dark and Wasteful Rambling Conversation II

Thank God, for people of order That disciplined, hold in people like myself. We men, who enjoy strange living so… In such outrageous outposts Tempting a varied life… As well as early imprintings so… Weren’t we told to be better than this challenging? Why be vibrating on the edge of chaos so... Seeing few happy women about to help They who in feeling Know true what lies in restless artist’s hearts. ___*___ For In many ways these diverse multiple energy’s traded Are the best of artist’s food Gourmet meals for the day… Grinning slightly at yet another close call passing Blood’s up... Knowing it feeds special Muses with needed fuels. Who otherwise would never feed fires so deep within Jailed instead into bored deafening silences... So quiet one would think them dead Instead of so hidden deep. Reserved, waiting for sparkling lights to come shining their way Spilling out energy’s fresh to use… ‘Wake up and create!’ ___*___ I keep going again through years passing The energizer of this all, free-choice curiosity, aware… Of where it strives to be Wading again throughout our own wild America at will... Storing future fuels for future work purpose Carrying lifted, the used soiled lantern of truth Filtering out chaff and worthless false images Burning parasites and biters to the ground We know horizon mirages are just a tease Better to visit ‘real’ to know Above all, in truth be true, and stay that way Is this how it is? ___*___ Does Cool Water ring a bell With no Dan to call, just a crow cawing… To mark the way, as morning doves left long ago Leaving me to crawl alone, to nearest spring. Unfettered, unchained, crazy at times questioned Why would, how could artists as I, come to be so untethered Whatever happened to the fine imprintings in youth given Thinking you all, we were, we are so well anchored. ___*___ In degrees, communion, employment, right to vote and family Scattered we and they are and were Slain all before the wild eyes of chaos. Looking each in their own mirror ‘Are you happy, fulfilled, truly free?’ Inner-self answers firmly ‘Then what worth was all of that calling itself In your self, the true, better nature of man?’ Something wrong here So, in this then, begins the quest ___*___ With too, a fresh lantern lit and hoisted As sure enough leaving religion, education Governance, and family to howl... They, not seeing their own closets Creating their own monsters Order, presence, and profits struggling well To hold such selfish sway. Watching false praises to those powers that be Through so many, tedious passing’s of Time. ___*___ Better to throw abandoned justices into dark rooms Beyond the light of any day, thinking now so well hidden… War, famine, disease, and sins of all kind Ever bursting out of bonds, feral, laughing gibberish Intense, fierce, in more and more velocities Deliveries of karma, future warning, worse ahead… Until today, worrying many of forecasted end times For how else could such encroaching chaos be answered rightly. ___*___ After so many tries, so much fails As sins of fathers pass on to sons unhindered To play on, prey on, again using rare blessings given, wasted Made only into more foul desserts. While order excuses all to exhaustion Holding on to its own justifications… Tethered as it is to long, thought strong, founding habits Any tortured pathway home only found etched through dirty, bloody fields. ___*___ Long past missing saving grace, that thin ribboned trail Leading away upwards Where light lives, and balance reigns supreme What gain then is that? No longer needing Chaos understanding Seeing it then having taken its right place, throughout the All of It I easily hark back to past dreams and lessor poems In a new understanding. ___*___ For today... is only today, the same as yesterday. Or is it... For dues paid... From the rim of chaos comes light stirring Muses waken full, life brightening in diverse places Secretly rise opening, to fuse in new times ascending. No secret, answer always there as before Hiding in plain sight as it is… And has always been... Enough people care. So do we all plod on.