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"Vicissitudes into Light"
You are another world
away from me
stretching far from
his insanity
Diving into a new
Light
Dimensions that
are the truest You
From the dark deep
Ocean of sinking blue
Reach on the wave
in my wake
I gift to You
You are stronger
than all of his
bluest blues
broken egg shells
ladders in stockings
hyena in the corner little
Jack now crying
in his new freedom zoo
no ladder required
transparent
You have grown
wings to fly
Open Sky
for You
Little sister
Vicissitudes into Light
Open Sky
for You
Into day
Escape dark night
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm
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EVOL UT I ON ... NO 1 TU LOVE
(The Eden Agenda III)
I have loved most everyone, yet so few have loved me back.
So much good I have done, but suspicions aroused, they attack.
How I so long to drown my sorrows and drown in a tank of arrack.
Is it that they are taken aback, or is it ‘true love’ they truly lack?
How can one with so much love get so little love back?
As long as I have lived, I’ve lived to love so long as I’ve loved to live.
But how can I live for long in a world that does not love to give? ….nor has love enough to give?
Surely I must grieve.
…Or perhaps I shall evolve to no longer believe in all that I perceive.
Therein lies the urge for the surge of my dirge.
Rejected of love, subjected to hate - now dejected with life.
So sensitive that my soul is sliced by the blunt end of a knife.
To whom shall I turn for bandage for these emotional scars?
Even in moments of desperation I’ve looked up to the stars
For out there [I’ve been told] is that which is the Sea of Tranquility,
All I have here is a Dead Sea - in which to drown with my vulnerability.
My shadow refuses to be seen with me - it’s nowhere to be seen at high noon,
Come setting of the Sun, it runs further from me - and stretches out for the Moon.
Why do I not shine such that the Sun beams …and perhaps even squints?
Why do the vultures retch? ….and away from my carcass, the hyena sprints?
I have looked up to the raindrops from heaven - simply yearning to be kissed,
But even they, with accursed stealth - my sad lips they missed.
Who shall cut me a slice of love?
Please apportion a portion.
Who will pour me a cup of warmth?
Please don’t ration the passion.
My spirit is broken, the Spirits have spoken…
The daemons mean to take my life as a token.
Let ‘Caution’ throw me to the wind, I pray;
Havoc, please invite me out to play.
Misery, won’t you hold my hand ….everyday?
Loneliness won’t you be my friend? …Please stay.
Oh, how I feel so low, so lifeless. But then, who cares?
Just another life less….
….another life less
…just another lifeless.
The evolution of my life, I’ve looked at from back to front:
……no 1 tu love.
The creation of my life, I’ve looked, from on high to low:
…….Love from above.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
A cobra on the land is a cobra in the shrubs and still the cobra on the hills
The fire that ravages the grasses fear no Greenness of the forest
It first wears them rags and strips them naked
Dare not my laughing hyena
I cleanse the bones and make them hopeless even in the life aftermath.
I don't just bark.... I bite and crack to the marrow.
Feel like roaring like a lion that I am
King of the jungle
Still the champ in the Royal rumble
The face doesn't make me humble
I run and ruin the hurdles
In scores of minutes i do double
In all of these, still I don't tumble
Girls dem daddy, but they call me uncle
Cos i conquer the heavy Ukwu ukwu
Don't give a damn about the looku looku
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
You are a jackal dripping
A childish cotton candy concoction
From your canine teeth
Though that may be unfair to jackals
Less clever and more desperate,
You are more like a hyena
It's just that it sounds like "cackle" which reminds me of you
Which is how I got there
Really though you are more like an insect
That I have instinctively come to loath
With evolutionary fervor, a lesson
Learned by students in classes that I skipped
A bug of an insidious genus that cloaks itself
In motherliness then tramples its young unknowingly
Not even taking care to savor their meat
Nature is too elegant too intelligent to craft a creature like that
So I will set traps knowing that
You can't beat the house but
Each one of your drones I kill will
Be a tiny Independence Day
I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching; I stay never muddled!
Like a peacock, I took pride in my vanity,
plunged into profanity of my sanctity;
The sun seemed, then, as silly as a painted ball,
The moon was just a gas stall glittering; that's all!
I'd never revered the lake-like grace that held me,
Nor loved the creatures living there happy and free;
I seemed, to me, a Duke! Baron! No, a Great King!
My glittering seemed as though shine of Royal Ring.
What could this dragonfly to my nature do?
What could this cuckoo do than so untimely coo?
What at all these butterflies born very charming,
Could do anything else than subsistence forming?
I can, like god Auras, ever halt all noises,
I, like god Harpocrates, change noises to voices;
I can, like god Apollo, float on love poems,
I, like Zeus, God of gods, can destroy all mayhems…
It's then, when my ego, thus like serpent-hood rose,
And my heart and mind seemed as though in great pride froze;
I felt a cat or rat or bat or bug stalking me,
Hyena-laugh or howl of a wolf, mocking me...
I saw something like the sun evaporate me,
A puff of wind push me into the pond cutely,
Losing my status-quo, I mix with the gleam-glow,
and feel as though getting fully lost in the flow.
I searched my identity; couldn't find anywhere,
Optimism, yet, within me, is ensnared nowhere;
When? Where? Who finds the soul mixes with The Great Soul?
Could conceit stop me from attaining this great goal?
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23 August 2021
She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey
oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey!
She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half.
So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe.
They laughed their hideous song into the night.
Some would say this does not feel right.
Especially the mother who was looking for her babe.
But Africa is every bit as vicious as the Everglade.
The hyenas were loving their feast, they had to eat too.
Their stomachs were full, as they dug through the goo.
They enjoyed the tiny prey as only a hyena can.
Hyenas can be almost as vicious as a Safari gun man
The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry
A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry
Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry
The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee
I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.
With the party in full swing
And the joy that this can bring
I wandered through the garden fair
Stood in the doorway mesmerized there
Sat on a stool in the middle of the lawn
Was a big Stag with a small Fawn
Suddenly a Tiger came
They started playing a childish game
As I watched in awe, dumbstruck in fact
An Elephant passed by with a Haversack
He saw a Mouse sat on the grass
Which freighted him, so he tiptoed past
I blinked my eyes, I must be dreaming
Suddenly a Hyena was screaming
More like a loud laugh, it had quite an effect
Made me smile and recollect
As I stood by the Garden Door
I shook my head and saw some more
Amazing things to think about
As a Bear walked by and he had gout
Walking slowly with a limp
In dark glasses, looked like a pimp
His black suit looked rather smart
Must have been bought at WalMart
My eyes are playing tricks on me I thought
It’s time to stop that’s what I aught
To be doing, stop this illusion
My mind is in such a state of confusion
Just then Dr Doolittle came walking by
Looked at me and just said Hi
Walked out through the garden gates
And took along all his garden mates
I then collapsed into a chair
Looked out again, there was no one there
This funny baccy, mixed with the drink
Made my mind hallucinate a bit I think
It’s time to stop now this has begun
Must be other ways to have fun
Walked back indoors so full of dread
Turned over quickly and fell out of bed.
Music dissolved all enmity,
Annulled natural chemistry,
All regardless of consortia,
Came to hear the jungle orchestra.
Maestro King Lion got all in tune,
Baboon was superb on the bassoon,
Four parrots made a splendid quartet,
Chimpanzee dazzling on clarinet.
Tiger gifted on piano keys,
Ivory’s ring in the warm night breeze,
Hyena on flute, as good as it comes,
Monkey kept rhythm on bongo drums.
Bonobos’ violins euphony,
Playing strings so beautifully,
Bush Baby played harp con amore,
Mandrill on bass like never before.
Leopard was genius on the trumpet,
Sounding superb and jubilant,
Hippo virtuosic on oboe,
Gorilla’s trombone magnifico.
Music’s power can calm savage breast,
Myth or not, ‘tis what the poet said,
Oh, that it could put all strife at rest,
Bringing blessed peace on earth instead.
Uncle Jake laughs like a laughing hyena! Crazy as you’ve ever seen.
I did not know cousin Chet well, but thought this was mean.
He truly does! Said my husband-to-be, who was adding to it now.
Some people think my own witch-cackle is more than a wow.
Which one is he? I asked, looking around the reunion hall.
“Not here yet,” said a cousin whose mouth is not small.
She gave me the “low down” on every kith and kin.
I wondered what kind of hell I had fallen in.
“there he is!” Chet said. On the couch near the TV.
I ran over to take a peek, and could readily see…
Why they thought he laughed like a hyena, for a hyena he be.
Did these potential relatives not have eyes that could see?