Born from the fertilized, gestated, encoded seed to dimensional reality’s pre-ordained state of contrived synergetically composed presence, an integrally contributing component-facet to the whole cellular determinate, securing the defined composite’s welfare toward living life’s cycle of scripted, freely unfolding, experience.
The grist of daily awakening, encumbered by the resolve to eliminate the angst of being within this captive vessel of genetic codes making, uncontrolled control of free will choosing, blind to ultimate consequence of dimensional implication, experiencing reality of experience realized, seeking what is not yet known to be sought, suffering what is not known of suffering, limited by the limitless choice for choosing, forgetting what is yet to be forgotten, ultimately dying from the death of it all.
To view this volatile world by its extremes,
Difficult to define their measure by any other mean,
Essentially, leads to disasters unfathomably obscene
Yet, unfortunately, no other conclusion is viable to glean.
The binary portrayal of all human issues confronted
Demands and delivers an outcome progressively stunted;
Historical records examined validate this presumptive
Yielding a contemporary civilization stagnant and blunted.
Progressive models to humanity’s advance have long been touted
Yet, these envisioned dreams become quickly diminished and politically flouted.
Even though voiced and demonstrated desires are publicly shouted;
Economic and monetary limitations, excuses given, though strongly doubted.
The pessimistic conclusion to all that here can be said
Is beyond the myth of `tea leaves’ to be read;
The future of global, civil unrest and potential for blood to be bled;
Leads to all that is undesirous, with certainty, lies steadfastly ahead.
Malignant chaos’ sufferance globally grows;
Chronicling an age of brutality, suppression imposed;
Religion, ethnicity, skin colour given cause to diminish, abuse;
Repetitively spoken with indifference, nightly, by mainstream News.
Political factions volley reason for remedy course to chart;
Pulling the strings of humanity’s ailing, callusing heart;
Hope; a candle lit to a darkened room, looms bright,
Yet, is easily snuffed, its flame doused by hysteria and fright.
The battle between goodness and evil, thought to be ancient foe,
Yet, deeper into a darkening chasm of hate seems the current flow;
Modernity; period of intellect able to overcome these incessant storms,
Renders without precedent; historical antecedent to this expected norm.
The hammered wedge of divineness that grows increasingly wide;
Bought by differing nationalism, theology, moral beliefs and pride;
Need be diffused by reason of intellect, compassion and compromise to succeed
So, the collective of humanity can finally cauterize this gaping wound’s bleed.
Performing naked, fully exposed;
Before fledgling artists awaiting the next pose;
Possibly curious to how, with no clothes,
Save for the socks that cover ugly toes,
How is it, this profession, one chose.
Frankly speaking, being naked, a must;
Truth to this doing amounts to no fuss;
Simply put, it is a matter of trust
That, as aspiring young artists, void of lust,
Focus is the image to paper, with charcoal dust.
Ultimately, left to the life-model to diffuse,
To be the centre, the inspirational muse,
Ideally wanting to vary provocative views;
Challenges what form of pose to peruse;
That stimulate creativeness; beauty to infuse.
In the end, it is a matter of mutual respect:
The artist to give, the life model to get;
For combined their energies are there to beget
Truth; beauty of the human form is not a threat;
A reality Artists provide the world, to never forget.
The world feeling stress at the seams;
Truer than life are its worst of dreams;
Hesitant are most to give it a voice;
But there comes a moment, there is no choice.
Every avenue, every domain,
Every institution, established name;
Feeling the pressure, fracturing apart;
Traditions failing those worn closest, to a civil heart.
What remedy, what resolve
Need manifest to this malaise, solve;
Far too great is their weight of dismay,
Leaving loss of hope, to see light of day.
Prophecy of scripture, resigned to by some,
Rendering providence to returning mythical Son;
But reality holds to a much stronger truth:
Solutions reside in the hearts of everyone and, YOU!
Beautiful flight of metallic bird;
Beasts to their unsuspecting prey;
Thunderous loud a cry heard;
Death, destruction, waste laid.
Fierceness to belie swiftness of grace;
Oppressor to innocence, faces unseen;
Deliverance of fire, wrath of human place;
Marvel of creation in defiance of a dream.
Lost to time is history of true purpose;
Distortion of naive inventor’s gleam;
Beautiful flight of metallic bird curses;
What future, humanity, might have been.
Becoming lost to the magic of written words
Shrewdly made to amuse, others to disturb
Absorbed by their meaning, being consumed
Ignoring distractions, obstacles to attention, that loom
A transfixing story that weaves a scrutable tale
Transporting to nether worlds, excitement to prevail
A tome’s obsession taken to ignoring the fading light
Eyes strained, avoiding and having to make it right
Constructed passages that make emotions rise and fall
Words cleverly composed to melody, heard by all
This mystical and wondrous gift to story’s creation
Becomes testament to a writer’s life – affirmation.
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