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Resilient

In my weakness there is power. I am a Force to contend with. I will still be here after 1000 Goodbyes are said, after the brown earth is deposited on my lifeless form. After the Roses have lost their bloom yet serve as life giving compost for Natures scavenger beings.

Poetess. Priestess and Village Seer. Smell the mint eucalyptus wafting from her hair. Residing in Nocturnal Hibernation waiting for my soul set itself Free. There is no present here. Climb along the fettered paths. Clashing symbols. Rattling tin horns. Stretching. Bending. Circumventing obstacle pathways. Zany Frenzies beat out twin rhythms. Come out from the Woodshed into Dwellings not made with human hands. I am just a Mystic wandering endless throughout strange and beautiful lands.

Zenith to Nadir. Living becomes an exercise in Film Noir where crackling puzzle pieces formless blobs seeking unity. When I can no longer stand poesy and pictures come along side of me holding up my arms watching the enemies defeat. O’ this quizzical paradigm called Life Baptist my Words Great Goddess and allow me to find sanctuary within. Add to me synergy synapses via mind space. Words on scrolls. Symbols on stones. Graphed into eternal records. Cracked glass. Spider arteries. Still mirrors my fun-house reflection.

I’m Still Here. Like the Sun and the Moon no matter what may befall me with the help of Friends and God I can weather the storm. I am Resilient!!!

Sade – Soldier of Love

https://youtu.be/IvDaJaU5My4

Sade – Love Is Stronger Than Pride

The Jimi Hendrix Experience – All Along The Watchtower

Troglodyte Incursion

Enter the great unwashed masses. Sprinting greedy effigies racing past eons of art, music, and literature oblivious to beauty serenading a few keen chosen listeners. Rampaging ill-mannered thoughtless grotesques concerned with filling swollen bellies with endless Pablum unable to digest nutrient rich low hanging fruit readily displayed within the garden.

Plodding, pushing and heaving along like a sea of hairy troglodytes with cameras suspended from no neck bodies. Vermin with whose wallets and purses are ready ATMs doling out money for designer duds and Apple technologies. Lipsticked hydras crashing colliding corridors rampaging through the galleries like so many porcelain shop bulls.

Sentinels posted to hold bay destructive stretched out grasping talons. Buy! Buy! Buy! Said the Barker to the throng who willingly sell the souls to the highest bidder. Comical costumed gargoyles begging for Fashion Police disciplinary action.

Pungent Yeti-Sasquatch body odors invading my space. Breath like fire lit manure emanating from their unbrushed oral cavities. Their joint cavernous maws eating, chewing spitting belching pollution into once refined atmospheres. Mischievous imps on hunting expeditions looking to capture but never to absorb. Cramming for ungiven exams thereby failing all cultural and social graces. Not once pausing to study only to add to collections trapped in snapshot memories bound for jealous friends and relatives who failed to make the pilgrimage.

Yes tomorrow returns of the holidaymakers who desecrate the House of Learning.