"Meantime we shall express our darker purpose."
-- King Lear - Act 1, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare
So we do descend, into dark thenWay below the Light, even though not night.
Is it depression? Surely regression
Far below our goals. War, we know, the foe.
It seems familiar, this depressing war
Where no one escapes. It is far too late.
For the bombs do fall. Horror, run, appall
Are our lone choices. Lonely tone voices.
Makes no difference. Our fate’s sent to us
By the falling bomb. By the waiting tomb.
We can only wait, for death’s lonely gate.
How fast will it come? Will it last undone?
Will it be real slow? Killing’s painful show
Tortured by the time, by the horror crime.
That stole Liberty, Freedom’s wholeness tree,
With her branches strong to support our songs.
But they’ve killed the roots, in greedy pursuits.
The trunk is falling. No one is holding.
Can’t be any leaves, fruits or flowering
Without all the rest. Without Freedom’s Quest.
When there’s no justice, then there is ‘just us.’
No rights in system, that insists Freedom
Isn’t worth the price. Where serfs are then diced
On the cutting block. Can’t let Love unlock
The huge potential, of the human hell
That wants to be free, mankind’s Liberty.
The real terrorists, aren’t the bitter kids
Who are throwing stones at huge tanks alone.
But the powerful, who use power well
To rain hate and fire, shameful fate inspired.
Bringing forth the dark, sing horrible parts
That must keep control. No trust in our Whole.
Is this now the end? Somehow cowed and bent
Like old Prufrock’s song. Not an explosion.
But with a whimper, living ends its world.
Fading in retreat. Way of Souls' defeat.
The old religions, who’ve stolen millions
Of their spiritual, loving potential;
Will they realize, their ways are such lies?
With the lust and pride finally must die?
And take us with you, in a way so cruel
That forever hell doesn’t repay well
All the damage done to man’s lost Freedom;
For his ignorance, from your “holy” dance.
That was but charade, to Love’s real parade.
From the real Wisdom that really transcends.
That is not a trick, something oh, so sick
Using mind control, to bind abused fold.
Freedom is to think; to become, to blink.
Not just stayed wide-eyed, cruelly hypnotised.
Sitting in the pew, letting “sin” be spewed
By the hate agent, to forsake Love sent
Then to each inside. When our loving cries
Are all bottled up by their call’s dogma
To trust only them. Not lone reasoning.
Trust but verify. Uncover the lies.
Follow only Truth, only Truth’s pursuit.
For our ignorance, is war’s only chance
Of then destroying, Freedom’s love soaring.
Mankind’s real nature: Loving, healing world.
Where we are allowed, every man and child
And each woman too, to be then a fool
But also to grow into adult Soul
With Wisdom’s discern, to real Wisdom learn;
Our Freedom to earn, not killed from Love burned.
Descend Into Dark
by Loveson G. Flower
Wednesday 6:00 AM June 13, 2006
Home in bed
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T-i-a-n-a-n-m-e-n S-q-u-a-r-e (C-e-n-s-o-r-e-d?) man photo:
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