down by the riverside
swans await their sunday special
cold wind * warming winter sun + cold blue water
canards throw a flight show into windy skies
racing too fast too close over my camera eyes
slow fingers turn to stone...
Once upon a time
there was a land by the great waters
where the Stones lived a peaceful and quiet life
but there was strive on the horizons and the winds whispered of a discontent
that soon should fly by not to amend but to break the plain field of harmony
Up on the tower in game play with gravity the observing eye of peacefulness
was the first to observe signs and lights of deep distress
reflecting on the river
first shiver
It summoned walls against the anger and the fear
to clear the field and soothe the vision
second shiver
A ring of force was created
and a wave of peace ran through a sea of stones
preparing the field and setting the stage
for an old story of lust greed and rage
a story about power and the shifting of thrones
Meet Prince Hamlet
in a stony and untrue translation of Shakespeare's invention
There he stands without a knave
in the setting of a sun next to his father's grave
There is hope in despair burning on his pale face
because peace is amiss and all hatred has no grace
when you're up against your self and your very own place
But the shoulder of the tower renewed his confidence
and he staged a cunning play for all men to see
themselves in a mirror of stones
asking questions throwing bones
How often are you the king in lust and greed?
How often are you the queen in the same need?
How often are you Hamlet obeying his father's ghostly pleads?
And when do you turn into another Hamlet freeing souls playing beats?
& now imagine
that Hamlet
is no role and no stone
is nothing but your mind and your voice
rising high and clear in peaceful opposition
against the abasement of all blessed ones by greed and pressure
& you will counter with forgiveness and a caress
for those who torture themselves and all others
when spreading the same pains they suffered
& you will simply show them that
we do not have to live on exploitation
of the Self and of that Other your brother
we may prosper in exaltation
of the humble ways
& then you may smile in revelation
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