it wasn’t easy… pre tending
watching pretenders, who tended the machine
waiting, taking part,a way forward,
Cleared, beyond the merest memory of memory…
Minds eye
guides, forerunners, wise ones
children of the lost generation,
the pilots, and captains and foot soldiers
who swam in torrid oceans,
Fought great battles, and, had fallen…
For the sake of better days to come.
Heroes & brave souls,
Who came 2 be laid in distant fields
where strawberries once had grown,
& their heads were fucked.
Lest we forget…
They had sat & stood beside the wall
behind the gates, below the arch
And wondered, was it real at all?
or effects, of acid rains that fell as
purple haze, dropped,
over all.
filling the atmosphere,
Aromatic grass, smoldered & burned
drinking in free spirits
dancing lucidly
calling out the changes in whispered melodies
“Hey man this can’t be real…
Are y u connected…
wired up…
do u feel it too…
Does it feel right or wrong to you…
let it be… for now… wait & see…
if it’s to it will be….
wait patiently for the next chapter…
Who or what, would follow
their generation
Lest we forget…
The children of the revolution
from the germination,
of the generation, of the strawberry fields….
where seeds were sown, in swimming lights and stars bright…
under the arch, beside the wall
Where they heard the call, wondering was it real, et al
waiting to see,
what would come to fruition
beneath the moon where
they sang along to ancient tunes
with tears for fears, from yester years
and yester jesters, and testers, & mind molesters…
and scary monsters waiting in
a labyrinth of cranium corridors
to flounce & pounce forth, & sometimes,
dancing passionately, wildly, with midnight demons
amongst the treasure chests,
where bruised joys & sorrows lay in wait
for happier highways
to stroll and waltz and tango & jive
passing high 5’s and kicking heels
& smiling with angels of ever, never tomorrows
Towards the horizon where love is said to dwell
Sometimes,
and was… OR wasn’t … forever, not as it should be
intercepted
by how’s, and where’s, & swears, and damn it’s, and damn them’s,
& passers through….
Who seemed unclear of what to do… or how to proceed….
Searching always for answers,
sometimes agreed, sometimes not, never forgot
left hanging unbalanced, In a nowhere
filled with despair of no hope
where nothingone cares
sometimes, feeling, their breath
hearing them shout, scream, pleading
and sometimes, seeing them, bleeding & hungry…
feeling their pain, knowing their distain
and growing weary, tired and helpless
missing kith & kin.
So far away, oftimes silent
the missing, Who, where, were not there
to hold smell, tell, touch
becoming unglued
tangled, fandangoed, lost.
in the web spun
electronic pulsations,
stuck… torn asunder…
in all directions, no direction, selection
on page dusters… grim ass busters
about their duties…
random indiscriminate cleansing…
genoci-deal fashion…
observed inspectors…
information collectors
paying the price… to keep things nice
in an ordinary orderly way …
in accordance with how bosses felt it should stay…
so they didn’t have to pay
for inconvenient interference
collateral damage, and hear say
that questioned the way of what they had to say…
or, how they dictated the job should be done,
in manuals… written in stone, monotonous tones…
never changed
causing many to be deranged …
having their minds rearranged …
electrifying pulsations…
help them reform…
frustrations transformed
clean up their act… and conform.
Get on track and don’t talk back…
or get out of order…
that wasn’t the way
the company chiefs say
is the correct, orderly way
at the end of the day…
Lest we forget…
They have forgotten.
They have gone rotten.
In the strawberry fields
Where the generation of the germination lie.
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