wake up and smell the roses,
poem of winter to spring
as only a woman sings her truth
inside herself like no man can
without her help we are lost
and we have been bossing her about
for almost ten thousand years
of winter and hell, cold comfort farm
a new season's coming indeed
bland indifference gives way to colourful truthfulness
bland truth is underneath colour and glory
and all the gory details we already know
and will not forget because we are stronger than ever
not weakened, disillusioned shallow and vapid,
as the koreans love jesus and the jews love buddha
still trying to grow and manifest better living
great uncle jack, clickety clack, get back, get some more,
you are my god-brother that's for sure
so present for me and the others here
you are a real man, you know how to care
and strong, not weak, camus' vision of indifferent calm and grace just a tear
from the olden man's eye as he greets the year waiting
for the other men to put down their swords
mythology has archetypal symbolism that Jüng probed
anthropology knows clan stories from all over the globe
they start with creation stories and the first ancestors
and are told over and again while listeners wonder and are comforted
adam and eve and the garden of eden is a clan myth that survived
out of south mesopotamia it was told and told
and the archetypal symbolism is profound
but we have always had it wrong twas not the woman who tempted man
blame it on the bitches, guys? EH
guess who's coming to dinner?
lao tzu, buddha, the 4 horseman, the earth goddess,
her entourage including kwan yin and white buffalo woman,
they gonna have a celebration
oh yeah, confucious was an athiest more or less
and he wrote a book on how to behave in society
elevated to religious stature, he was intellectual tho
already patriarchs in china, he made man polite for a while
at least they considered it in-between battles
while the taoist hermitages and shaolin places were hidden up high
in mountains clouds and silence they were not patriarchs
like the chinese man who cut off his hand to show his sincerity to bodhidharma
the joker's wild, the one handed patriarch, the wounded man
judaism was a vehicle for love to grow
or a goose that was almost cooked but got away
and laid golden eggs, three horsemen
and the ancestor of judaism was the ancestor of islam,
rather his unsung wife and mistress were the mothers of judiasm and islam
islam was a vehicle for love to grow
another golden egg from long ago, another horseman, reciting poems from our angel
we have hurt the women they know this we have to change
how men can become aware of this is a miracle
signs and wonders to follow
real disillusionment is at hand, the apocalypse,
as we tear down those walls that divide us, armeggadon
and look at the theological intellectual constructs we already have to work with,
just drop the macho power biz and learn how to listen to a woman and to each other.
we are morons, slow learners, doubting thomases alienated from our profferred faiths,
and know what we see, which is why we need to take another look,
even as we laugh and burn the sutras with han shan
we cup our hands and say "thankyou, mother of pearl" and we know
the source is a holy spirit who loves us
he is already saved, meek brother, outlaw poet, let him be comforted abba
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pissed and sad
