If Not You and I, Who?...

So many Theories,

so many Queries,

Dreams of Elves and Fairies

and Castles in the Air;

have a care with your Dreams,

guard yourself against the Schemes

of those who prey upon your Hopes,

who cope with their frustrations,

their ambivalence and limitations

by bringing you down to their level,

for the Devil surely is the details,

they will gut you

with a condescending smile,

leaving your entrails trailing

behind, mile after mile

as they espouse Brotherly Lovc,

having received messages,

Eminent Domains and Grand Designs

from Power that Be
or Up Above...

Meanwhile, back in

the Land of the Free

and the Home of the Brave,

Slaves still broil and toil

in modern Fields of Cotton

as we accept the Twisted Lessons

or worse yet, forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixie Land...

 

Lies my Teacher told me

but I would not be bought or sold;

long have I fought

for some semblance of control

in a World Gone Mad

hanging on with fingers long tired

to only now realize to let go

and light my own Fire

in the Hope my Signal Fire

may inspire you

to sit up and take note

that Hope is indeed

a thing with Feathers,

floating, floating...

Listen, the Wind

whispers to you as well...
April 6, 2015