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.
Brilliant poem ( I often think your writing would be great with music too ..lovely reading too ,Happy Birthday to Tara !