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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Humpty Dumpty



Humpty Dumpty sat upon a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Threescore men, then threescore more, cannot place Humpty as I was before.

Place me as I was before, as I was before, was before.

Pieces of me scattered throughout the land. Pray tell, what sordid tidbit is this I hold? Do I stuff it back in it's proper place? Does it later become entitled I?

Who is this "I"?

Inauthentic barbarian, casting shadows upon a peaceful respite in the sun! I am Sun, how are you brother Moon, sister Gaia? What dull ashen pallor this impostor doth offer thee. Angst, carried in a wet linen sack, spills melodically upon thy shoe. Drip, drip, drip, dancing to this tune, I wail for scales of justice to tip. Wait! In whose favour shall mother justice lean? What sense of reason, truth or love is meant to pour from her bent chalice? Wicked is this beverage, playing itself as wine, tasting of acetum.

Drunken, spent, sated with fear.

Swirling, cream cuddles into a cup of illusion, darkness embraces light. Haunted by memories of glory unknown, splendor denied. Doeth this specter follow in the night as charm or curse? Apparitions of the true self, keeping pace as this mortal coil unfolds.


Quietly she treads, nary a trace be discerned. Skillfully woven veils of deceit keep her hidden from my brethren. Silken lies touch us daily, torment inflicted, fear rampant, opportunity lost! Whence we see no red, we assume no injury has befallen us. How then do we account for these hardened scars?

Masses cry, I cannot see! She is coveted by scant few, known to a pittance, in sacred commune with none. Standing radiantly, a wallflower in wait, her card unblemished, wisdom untapped, love unbridled.  Holding my hand, she whispers truth.



 "Folly lies grievously with desire."            



"Brilliance is a choice, not a reward."





Take this balm brethren, be brave as you walk in darkness.

In Lak' ech, tomorrow is ours....

 

12 comments:

  1. Great to see you again Christopher.Another great post!

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  2. Namaste brother Ron, nice to enjoy your visit. Have a wonderful weekend.

    In Lak' ech, peace and love....

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  3. Great post as always Christopher.
    All the best my friend.
    Carl (The 'Guide)

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  4. You dance with your words! it's almost as if the words are acted out in theatre... love the way you write!
    'When I had nothing more to lose, I was given everything.
    When i ceased to be who I am, I Found myself,
    When I experienced humiliation and yet kept on walking.
    I understood that I was free to choose my destiny!'
    Blessed be Chris...keep writing!
    ps:just wanted to say i really love your profile picture-awe inspiring! I love The Sun! =)

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  5. Namaste sister Bani, thank you for your most kind words. I am no artist that is for sure. However, when inspiration hits my keyboard, the words feel exactly like paint falling off a brush. Life and love breathes on a blank canvass.

    In Lak' ech sister Bani, living to love...

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  6. Namaste brother Carl, I really enjoyed your last couple of posts. Thank for the visit, go well and prosper in love.

    In Lak' ech, brother Carl, seeker of truth...

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  7. this post is pure poetry, dear brother! i love the these lines --

    " Masses cry, I cannot see! She is coveted by scant few, known to a pittance, in sacred commune with none. Standing radiantly, a wallflower in wait, her card unblemished, wisdom untapped, love unbridled. Holding my hand, she whispers truth."

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  8. Namaste brother Sito,

    thank you for your visit and kind words. I very much enjoyed the post as it allowed me freedom to dance a little with the prose.

    In Lak'ech, brother Sito, love liberty and a good stretch....

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  9. You are a master painter with words...

    Or chef as this post was a feast!

    all the best my brother...!

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  10. Namaste brother Brad, thanks for the visit and most kind words. It was very much a pleasure to step away from the straight jacket writing required of my book.

    In Lak' ech brother, cooking truth to paint a little love...

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  11. I love the description of painting with words..some artists use real paint, some use words and some use music...I am in awe of all of them!..the art is the thing that is crying to be born, no matter the medium..your writing reminds me in some ways of Jim Morrison's stuff...you are a real artist, that's for sure! I'm glad to be here.

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  12. Namaste Eve, pleasure to enjoy your visit, welcome. Thank you for the kind words. I believe we all will enjoy your perspectives. I hope my friends here will stop by to visit your blog site.

    In Lak'ech, peace... unity... love...

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