Filthy sky scrolling
out from the west.
Light descending is if a
dirge leads its way home.
I look at my unlived self
as my ample, ageing arms
reach in to pull me,
Now, for once,
I swirl like a wave
of lightening rather
than wailing of the
banshee under the tree.
Nothing, in the manmade
world is worth the sacrificing,
of mine or any other
I shall rage till all this threat
to life is whipped by
tongues of flame,
moulded by fingers
of the Alchemist
and I am free to transmute
it into the Light, here now,
in the wild and beautiful
of this mercurial world.
my salivating mouth becomes quite wide.
An itching foot comes hurling from inside,
boofing an arrogant provocateur
right in the their ego bound, tweeting mush……
It would have been so luscious
if I had been born a demurely,
mouse voiced woman ~
but no, I am here with my noisey self
a cacophoney of colours and words
held back for far too many tear stained years…..
Now I am sixty one, I shall hang my voice
on my rambuncious foot …….
wear the much spoken of purple
AND rattle that wretched walking stick
along the railings on the outside
of my lifelong cage of sweetness…..
just sometimes, if I must.
Sometimes it’s so difficult to find the words for that eternal, bottomless pit of soul screaming that wants to spew out of my weeping mouth and
throw itself against the wall in utter frustration….surely this is the hell we have been led to believe is without ourselves? The little bit of hell I create for myself, I create for you too as you do for me….
Just as joy and laughter are contagious, so are anger, frustration and despair; the Oneness of all things and so it is. Agression, violence, love in abundance, laughter and loving are all parts of the whole and when the balance of these is disturbed then we find discord within the home.
Voices need to blend and balance each other. When one part rises and sings others are stiller, holding the space for the leading sounds….. Cacophony brings suffering…… I see it; I know it.