Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too
What has become of us and why
I really have no clue
Why must Sisyphus roll uphill
His boulder to the top
Forever, so he does it still
But we can’t see the flop
What stays untouched like it was meant
When overnight we die?
Was that a message left unsent?
Neither you know, nor I.
Welcome all you morally impaired
Where men are men and the sheep are scared
Though I can't help but think
How much you'd have to drink
To forget what many others dared
Care for me please
Cover me with fleece
Be my solid pillar
And my heart's healer
For all I need is peace
One with the Universe, Drifting Quickly and Swiftly
Trodding a Steed of Triumph, I Dazzle in Nobility
Starry Eyed, I Blaze in Infernos of Gold
Golden Fleece Forged, I'm a Heroic Soul
A Golden Ballad for the Seven Seas
Blazing Chariots Of Light, Upright Towards the Heavenlies
From Earth to Jerusalem, a Solar Staff of Fire and Gems
Thriving Off Emblazoned Wings Of Zen,
Steadfast and Cageless, I'm the Fearless Riprider
High Glider, Wings Wider, I got that Buddha Fire
Beyond the flesh, the Treasure Chest
A Trove of Spiritual Wealth, in Bliss the Soul Rests
Righteous in Truth my Hearts Aflame
Seek the Inner Tabernacle it paves The Way,
No Mountain Too Tall If You Truly Believe
Find The Courage and Wisdom to be Set Free,
And Know, The Truth Within Is All You Need
The True Power Of The Golden Fleece
there was a sheep with wool black and white
whose peers thought him a horrible sight
but with a wild price increase
for his exotic, chic fleece
he was a rock star overnight
12/30/21
October sunbeams, inking Autumn trees,
edge their leaves with ribbons of molten gold.
And raining confetti with every breeze;
rivulets of scarlet and cerise flow:
letting streams of color flood the landscape.
And as gilded leaves weave a golden fleece,
yellow gets added to Fall's ticker tape:
as Autumn's pageant begins to take shape.
Crimson embers flare into orange flames;
incinerating all traces of green.
And living up to the hype Autumn claims:
chartreuse and puce pigments dapple the scene,
and the air smells earthy, yet crisp and clean.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival,
Songbirds head south, while squirrels hide their stash.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival;
Songbirds fly south, while squirrels hide their stash.
And bears hibernate for their survival:
amongst sugar maples and mountain ash;
where vermillion and amber motifs clash.
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Socrates died joyfully.
Although Justice did not win,
His voice rang truly in a world,
of so much gibberish and din.
Vengeance is mine, says the Lord,
Yours is all but Vanity,
but hold not that all Life is Nil,
for then you speak profanity.
Live well all that you believe,
prosper in your war and peace,
put to the pit the Golden Calf,
pursue for your own the Golden Fleece.
Weepers with hoods —
tear-stained, faceless.
Dirge monks with shields.
Knight of the golden fleece
on a slab in requiem.
The silent mouth of Cicero.
Fell in love with this funereal piece
— Tomb of Philippe Pot
with life-sized pleurants.
His hands steepled in prayer,
a lion in repose at his feet —
Grand Seneschal of Burgundy
9/28/2020
Tomb of Philippe Pot
Louvre Museum
Colchis’ golden fleece
To claim the throne of winter
On quest of coolness!
-February 02, 2019 Chattogram
With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart
Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a marauding mist that surrounds its weakened host
tho' cherished, your heart remained as a fleeting ghost.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as dark nights- savaged a hurting soul,
idling in wanton lust- polishing your golden bowl;
with the fleece torn from a fallen suitor's heart
in a blind cave, far from what wisdom could impart.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as death sent its dark to make calls
parading in your cold heart talking to empty halls;
a lost and vain entity, few could recognize
no longer the tempting beauty, once thought a prize.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Robert J. Lindley,10-14-2018
Rhyme, (Fleeing echoes from a heart broken past)
edited from an old poem fragment.
Cherished gold
illuminating
eyes glint leaving emptiness
Gentle ripples float about his wheels,
searching inquisitive around spokes,
questioning apparent lack of motion,
now the little fish turn their backs
and swam back.
Eyes intrinsically profoundly fixated
on innermost thoughts, where loud
voices debate the time away in warm
orange evening glow, fleece quilt for
curious stars
Ears catch finest nuances in vibration
inside, the soft rumble ebbs into loud
roar of high tide and first waves leap
and lap at his numb feet with never
ceasing hunger
As if with sorrow, he pulls the rims
and wheels himself out, thoughts
collected and arranged in fluctuations
Undulations and arranged back into
working order
***
February 18, 2017
I will wounded you
Start running because i'm here
I will take your life
You won't sense any soreness
Until you discontinue
Wool has been replaced by fleece;
It's cozy and it's cheap,
But employment must be high
For flocks of fluffy sheep.
Insurance
first customer of day
sheep farmer needs life insurance.
fleecing begins early
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