He's a visual fusion of forest and inner flame,
A radiant pulse of abundance.
Clad in crafted clothing of galore,
Stitched in autumn tones from folklore.
He wears leaves of distinction, orange embers,
Yellow, citrine, and emerald green.
He nurtures the woodlands in newborn sunrays
That fall through the morning haze,
Striking the heart where his roots belong,
Enhancing the mind with crystal-clear gleam.
Twinkling truths highlight his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Saged in spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprite's limbs,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breath in breeze
Body entwined with trees
By myth decreed
By birthright and galore
Wanderer between roots and stars forevermore.
This Druid is a spirit's abundance of forest and inner heart,
A radiant ray of simple Sun's splendor,
Dressed in green groves of folklore,
Stitched in tree tones forevermore.
He wears leaves of distinction, purple-tinted,
Ruby red, and emerald green.
He roams the woodlands in a hazy maze
That falls through his morning gaze.
Striking eyes where the tree's bark belongs,
Enhancing the acorn with balmy brown gleam.
Winding roads turn through his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Adorned with spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprites,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breathe in the breeze
Merry dancer amongst the trees
By ancient myth and tales decreed
By birthright and splendor
Wanderering Sage amongst grounded Sage roots
And soaring stars galore.
A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long-truncated railroad stop
humming still with a faded reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
Sweat, rustle and creak,
an invisible locomotion of leaving and arrival.
employed upon an iron labor.
The tall dry weeds are talkative.
Brown boots seem to shuffle
as they wait here or idle.
A hollow clock clacks,
its innards now
are a nest for ticking birds.
Dandelions anticipate twirling flight
under a corn fed sun.
A mid-day heat thrums fragmented rails.
The station seems almost ready
to receive
as if its bygone world
had not forever disembarked.
THEY CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
THEY ALL WANTED TO SEE
THE SPECTACLE
THEY KNEW THEY WERE A PART OF HISTORY
THEY STOOD IN LINE
ALL NIGHT TO GET
THE TICKET TO THE BIG SHOW
THEY WANTED TO SEE WHAT
GOOGOO MEIN AND GHETTO SUSCHII
HAD IN STORE FOR THOSE IN OPPOSITION
KARATE CHOPS AND JUDO KICKS
PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER TO WITNESS THE GREATS COMBAT
IN A SUITIBLE COMPETION
GRAPPLERS
WRESTLERS
BRAWLERS
STREETFIGHTERS
BOUT-MEN
JOURNEYMEN
TOUGH-TANGLERS
BOXERS
JUDO
GRECO STARS
AND
RASSLERS
ALL IN COMPETITION.
WHAT SUSHI SAY?
" MEN ON MISSIONS IN WRESTLING COMPETITION"
"IF YOU BRING YOU WOMAN FRIEND, TELL HER TO
WEAR A MASK, CAUSE WE CAN SURE AS HELL BET:
YOUR OLE LADY, WILL BE WATCHING FROM HOME"
"SOMEBODY GOTTA WIN, AND EVERYBODY ELSE WILL BE LOSERS
TELL THAT TO BUSTA AND BRUISER, THE NIGHT OF WRECKING IS UPON US!"
"THE WINDS SHUCK THE VERY FOUNDATION, AND THE ROOF FELL UPON US"
A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
employed again by the magnetic
echos of an iron labor.
The brown weeds are talkative.
Brown boots seem to shuffle.
A hollow clock clacks,
its guts a nest for ticking birds.
Dandelions anticipate
a faraway flight,
A mid-day heat
thrums fragmented rails.
The station seems almost ready
to receive
as if its world
had not disembarked forever.
Music and poetry, companion creatures,
Come fully alive within the soul
Much more than techniques or metres
Filling the body entire and whole.
In mutual harmony both must respond
Instrument and person blending
The two fused in indivisible unison
A new personality befriending.
It is in concert that we witness
When we come across mere journeymen
They do not our hearts touch or bless
But to the virtuoso will we say Amen.
It is in that divine communion
That listeners sense the rapture
Of instrument and player's vital union
Which the spirit of the world does capture
Between the ears of the greatest minds
Limits and laws do not exist
Building roads and wrinkles to beyond
Such brains are ripe with fascination
Where physical boundaries do not factor
Journeymen and women discover frontiers within themselves
Forming the legendary, from the amorphous
They are contemplative, they are reminiscent
Tireless and motivated I am just a rubbernecker
Watching treasures without obstacles, by accident
Eventually I choose to give them their space
Smiling back at them, they are our children
Loyal… I saw and built the ground
For Journeymen walk the pillars round
A Maypole covered where played the clown
Ring Master stays… and the Rings are sound.
Elegant bows on the trunks of the proud…
Removed for the show and thrown outside
and there in the street a rose petal strides…
Making sweet beats right before our eyes.
”... the Jesus spoke in Parabola
and Parabolic I so told ya…
It’s a reflection of proportion
and a distortion of the Parable.
How dare.able. are we? ...” ;)~
Chapel stands grand through Time
passing tones of message subLime
pillars tale and the boxes chime.I
can read you.Hear me dear from
Air to Sine there.Winds change to
complete a form 213 boxes shown
312 more Known. in Name.
Young Nave, walked alone.
Wave.High Approach. Alter Hear.
Cc.left a note in the air.But eYeses
do see Yes, by Way of Three.Ophi said
wait. So I did.
Master I saw and built the ground
Four JourneyMen walk the Pillars Round.
Prentice App ... Twisted Sister
She.Kin.ah...hears a Twisted Whisper.
Sly Rose... SO
;beautiful I couldn't miss her.
There is know Apprentice....
Said the Prince.
Prior.ET.
Design.
Sticky sweet methane reactions
Dust the populace with disease
Live flesh embalmed in corruption
Synapses singed by chemicals
Revolving doors plot compliance
Lab rats approve their profit lies
Rubberstamping death's cruel intent
To ease the launch of product lines
Sickness hails the new production
Toxic journeymen script conceit
Pollution served in high demand
Cheery colors soothe all concern
Endgame agendas map our fate
Distracted by their snake oil pitch
Intent lost in pounding presses
Agony harvests grim consent
When converting matter to force
Substance nurtures without remorse
Bulging as we starve on our feet
While new orders chart vast deceit
Life insults the hegemony
Spirits infect the merchandise
Births disrupt their digestion plan
Since cold steel pumps their factory floor
Occult minions breed ignorance
With agendas tempered in fire
Boiling bones to divine power
Until the masses hit the floor
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