After quiet sometime away from the Den. I've gotten back into the swing of things by preparing and re-writing earlier works in preparation for publication. This is a combination of two previous poems...Enjoy!
An Age in Retrospect (Redux-The Directors cut)
“Quiet in the studio…run time line…and action!”
The last vestiges of old empires fluttered
like ragged flags on thermals of iron and steel.
Economic slavery and the harmonious
thunder of war, a reinvention of the wheel.
A new machine of progress E=MC2
And from upon high, a fat boy and little man fell
like vengeful Gods upon thousands of unsuspecting souls.
Incinerating innocence, fuelling the fires of hell,
none heard the horror of the victims’ cries
but the light of their destruction
was of interest to far away eyes.
The cheerless sky was torn asunder
by electric talons and raging thunder.
Sage brush cowered in windswept clumps
as rain fell in pounding thumps.
The firmament exploded and angels began to fall
their fiery flight impacting the dark desert floor.
However, these weren’t any angels we knew,
like nothing seen before. Their identities
to be kept secret, privy to just a few.
Unnamed AFB 1954
A meeting was arranged
with the dream makers from tomorrow land.
who’d been attracted to the light
like an ethereal moth.
Perfidious decisions were made
by agents of the unseen hand
they barteredwith our souls
in the name of technological trade
and got silk for cloth.
“A king loved by his subjects had a dream…to found a new Camelot…
it was only a dream.”
A man ready to reveal that hidden from the world
a beacon against the darkness
on show to his happy people, banners unfurled.
“Oh the folly of dangerous days.”
The empire of shadows were displeased
and struck down the ‘truth-giver’ with treacherous ease.
Deceptive wars were being fought on false fronts,
the enemy was not the enemy
they were like the rest, just prey in a global hunt.
The World turned with LSD and Mescaline mind
founding a new revolution of the Aquarian kind.
Warriors with gestalt awareness protested
as minstrels sang a song of freedom
an illusion, as best can be attested.
“While in marbled halls, the pillars of power
echoed with a tuneless Straussian waltz.”
The cauldron of culture grew and grew
into the pot went the industries of the popular,
economic growth, and a war or two.
All the essential ingredients
in a recipe of distractions,
needed for a human stew.
Designed to keep enquiring minds
from knowing what we knew
that was reserved for the chosen few.
“And so like the Salmon eating its way up its birthing rapids,
hungry to die, we rushed toward technocratic utopia.
Lost in our hubris,
unaware of the paradigm shift, like the Atlantean’spast.
And like them, for us,
it was too late, the die had been cast.”
A New Millennium dawn
The Sun rose with new hope above the horizon of need
but it was just another illusion from a century of greed.
Hi Sparky! Encapsulation of an era with each its own cinematic history, aliens landed, government denied Roswell as a hoax weather balloon and Timothy Leary Lives! Oil Field bombings in the Persian Gulf & Sadaam Hussein surfaces from a smelly rat hole. In horror we watched on digitized the planes hit the towers. Osama bin Laden in hiding and cowardous as lunatic religious frauds toting bibles loaded with as much destructive ammo to mow down any religion other than "Christianity" targeting Pagan worshippers and Wiccans, lesbians and ethnic groups who are shaking up the status quo. Tribal abductions wishing to wipe us away. Scores of scarecrow civilians stagger through the carnage emptying blood out of shoes. Reeling the destructive worm out slowly, day by day, winding it on a small stick. In 1972 the peace treaties leading to rebel attacks, reigniting the civil war, where we are at today, multinational consortium pumps on while Carlos the Jackal settles into a mansion. An Age in Retrospect (Redux) The Directors Cut added to the new millenium lexicon of cinema! It is a literary process in which mirrors life as we know it. You and I are not about to shed our pariah status, Paul. It will be us Pagans who sit down with the sacrament of wine kissing our lips as we scribe documents of peace negotiations to keep out the interlopers and their toxic relationships. Walking in line with a rebel bullet hole in the movie trailer, “…And cut! That’s a wrap!”
A sobering progression here, you surely do have eyes and sensitivities for the signs and machinations of the coming paradigm on this freaking planet. I have heard that Europe is really changing, as it is here in America. It's like a sandcastle being slowly gnawed at by little waves down here in SoCal. I do hope you get this stuff published. I've always enjoyed your work; you have incisive acuity.