As King's Words Kill

21:21 poetry emot i on 14 10 2024

Here's Tara proof reading the unedited

How We are "nudged"

by psycho-logical persausions of our sub-conscious biased

psychology which under-stands our conscious under-pinning

that forms "opinion" _ like layers of an onion _

We like to see what others do

What others see informs me.

The wisdom of the crowded Town

Advises not to stand out from the Crowd

The emotional body comfort zones

Does not like to stand alone

The motion of the herd is to follow the leader

The motion of fish is bottom feeder

The lost seek to be found

From flight an arrow seeks to ground

Scent of fox attracts the hound

An echo starts from source of sound

A man controls a dog

Yet a man's controlled by God>

A bull with ring led by his nose

A dog by lead will follow where his Master goes

A man controlled by what he thinks He Knows

As man will feed his greed

Will loose his loins to sow his seed

With greed and lust, a man will thrust

And think that if he can, he must

A woman's fears can lead to tears

As man's can lead to pints of beer

And both can bottle up for years

That all began in childhood jeers

In old age

All that seemed a lot

Can easily be forgot

When wisdoms grow

When what I thought

Becomes we know

The Wisdom of The Ages

Of the Poets and the Sages

Fades from Ancient Pages

When Time will come to end

The past will itself transcend

Time lines will come full circle spiral sphere

The future will at last be here

And where we were once led by fear

Now Love for every one held dear

For giving and for getting

Not leading then but letting

Each one as every one

Is a soul sol star as Sun

What once was war for more

In Truth our Spirit's Nature Won.

Those traumas that our dramas fought

What numbers know

All comes to nought

Nirvana is a dream of Thought

The Whole divided questions why

Falls into pieces of the pii

Charts birth relations

Sailing ships

Sea men swim inside of hips

Lost at sea or found by egg

The ovum grows a heart, a head

And arms and legs

With fingers, toes

This tad-pole forms in flesh to know

That Life is Love yet Life will throw

All kinds of pain filled strife to grow

Like bitter winds of snow will blow

Yet frozen fingers warm in glow

Of fires bright with light will show

That humans will survive til death

Will fight to live, revive and save

Every breath of Life to struggle brave

To make a home Life in a cave

For like the baby in the womb

Life wills to Live and make some room

before the grave, like mushroom spores

Life's dying breath breeds Life once more

And so despite the fact of humans dying

Humans reproduce more, multiplying

Up to this point where humankind

Is bottle-necked with hatred Blind

With greed the one-eyed man is king

And thinks that waging wars will win

The Human Race, with spite dis-graced

His over-flowing cup with poisons laced

Grim War scores of soldiers with scarred face

Trace their fingers on the trigger points

His gun upon the ground

With the barrel stuck up to his chin

To spill his own blood

Like his bottle of Jinn

Fallen to the muddy floor

His fatal flaw

He's lost his Will

To win this war.

This King has blown his Crown wide open

From all the things he'd wished, he'd spoken

All his mighty knights from nightmares' woken

All the promises of Love held too tightly broken

All the voices in his head said "leave her"

Finger on the triggered lever

Pulled upon the heart strings

stretched out to reach his grave

and final thought

for which he'd fought

"The World is for the taking"

Pain staking, his Heart aching

back arching pit of hell in his stomach

searching for a winged prayer

to wear upon his death head skull stare

A wish with which to receive Death's kiss

He hoped this world he'd taken

so seriously for granted

Will grant his dying wish to be

"For giving Love for all".

Eternity.